[{"id":12948158,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (feat. RZA, Raekwon & Ghostface Killah) (Remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (feat. RZA, Raekwon & Ghostface Killah) (Remix)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Can It Be All So Simple","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then)\nKnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick\nNineteen ninety three exoticness\nKnowhatI'msayin, let's get technical\nWhere's your bone at, get up on that shit aight\nYo!\n\n[Verse One:]\n\nStarted off on the island, AK Shaolin\nNiggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin\nBack in the days of eight now, makin a tape now\nRae gotta get a plate now\nIgnorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\nTill I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one\nYeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen\nShootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream\nThat's the life of a crimey, real live crimey\nIf niggas know the half is behind me\nDay one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto\nNow I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto\nIn Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout\nPushin the big joint from down South\nSo if you're filthy stacked up\nBetta watch ya back and duck\nCause these fiends they got it cracked up\nNow my man from up north, now he got the law\nIt's solid as a rock and crazy salt\nNo jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks\nDesert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!)\nAnd to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\nI pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\nFuck that\n\n[Chorus]\n[Raekwon] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[Raekwon] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[Raekwon] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to MPV's phat!\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[Raekwon] Nigguh, yeah, yeah!\n\n[Verse Two: Ghostface Killer]\n\nYo!\nKickin the fly cliches\nDoin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\nThough I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots\nRunnin up in spots and makin shit hot\nI'd rather flip shows instead of those\nHangin on my living room wall\nMy first joint, and it went gold\nI want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\nPlus the spot light\nGettin my dick rubbed all night\nI wanna have me a phat yacht\nAnd enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\nBut for now, it just a big dream\nCause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\nMy thoughts must be relaxed\nBe able to maintain\nCause times is changed and life is strange\nThe glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad\nYo, mad lives is up for grabs\nBrothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes\nReceivin all types of calls from upstate\nYo, I can't cope with the pressure\nSettlin for lesser\nThe god left lessons on my dresser\nSo I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\nContinue to make hits with Rae and A\nSunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga\nWord up\nIt's on like that]\n\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (feat. RZA, Raekwon & Ghostface Killah) (Remix)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Can It Be All So Simple\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n\n  (Can it be that it was all so simple then)\n  KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick\n  Nineteen ninety three exoticness\n  KnowhatI'msayin, let's get technical\n  Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight\n  Yo!\n\n  [Verse One:]\n\n  Started off on the island, AK Shaolin\n  Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin\n  Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now\n  Rae gotta get a plate now\n  Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n  Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one\n  Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen\n  Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream\n  That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey\n  If niggas know the half is behind me\n  Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto\n  Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto\n  In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout\n  Pushin the big joint from down South\n  So if you're filthy stacked up\n  Betta watch ya back and duck\n  Cause these fiends they got it cracked up\n  Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n  It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n  No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks\n  Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!)\n  And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n  I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n  (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n  Fuck that\n\n  [Chorus]\n  [Raekwon] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n  (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n  [Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers\n  (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n  [Raekwon] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n  (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n  [Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n  (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n  [Raekwon] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax\n  (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n  [Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to MPV's phat!\n  (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n  [Raekwon] Nigguh, yeah, yeah!\n\n  [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer]\n\n  Yo!\n  Kickin the fly cliches\n  Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n  Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots\n  Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot\n  I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n  Hangin on my living room wall\n  My first joint, and it went gold\n  I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n  Plus the spot light\n  Gettin my dick rubbed all night\n  I wanna have me a phat yacht\n  And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n  But for now, it just a big dream\n  Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n  My thoughts must be relaxed\n  Be able to maintain\n  Cause times is changed and life is strange\n  The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad\n  Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n  Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes\n  Receivin all types of calls from upstate\n  Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n  Settlin for lesser\n  The god left lessons on my dresser\n  So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n  Continue to make hits with Rae and A\n  Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n  [Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga\n  Word up\n  It's on like that]\n\n  (Can it be that it was all so simple then)\n"},{"id":6809870,"name":"Can It All Be So Simple (Remix)","trackName":"Can It All Be So Simple (Remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":338.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\nRight here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\nI'ma go talk to this cat\nYo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\nAyo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\nAyo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nI dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\nHe ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\nYo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\nFuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\nLemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\nThree deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\nCome on, come on, right over there\nThere he go, right there\nThere he go, right there, kid\nThat cat? Word up\nAyo, kid (I'm right behind you)\nWhat the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\nThe fuck you talking to?\nI'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\nYou ain't talking to me\nThe fuck you talking about?\nOpen your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\nHuh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\nThe fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\nCome here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\nThis my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\nGet up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n*Gunshots*\nFuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\nOh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\nYo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\nMan, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\nCome here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\nYou bleedin' son, bad, son\nAyo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\nTake this, take this, go on\nI'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\nGo ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\nMan, get the fuck outta here, man\nGo ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\nHold that shit, son\nGo ahead, man, go ahead\nNiggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\nYo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\nIt's the remix, son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\nSpoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\nI put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\nI doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\nStumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\nRay Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\nDedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up, what the f— yo\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up, son, you know how we be on it\nYeah, it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme, man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\nIt started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\nTrue, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\nPlay enough crap games for what? See\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\nAnd no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\nMad Timbs with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\nCan it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n(Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n—All so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\nPeace to man, woman and child\nWord up (We got you covered, baby)\nProjects (We're here for you)\nProjects peoples, one love\nKeep your head clear, we outta here\nMove in silence\nBad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\nBald heads, braids (For real, though)\nBlowouts (The Island)\nYo, fly chicks\nIt's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n(The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare, boy\nWord up\nBring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\nFor real, y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.46] So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:02.87] Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n[00:04.31] I'ma go talk to this cat\n[00:06.39] Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n[00:08.14] Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n[00:10.13] Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n[00:15.07] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:15.82] Who?\n[00:16.74] I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:19.64] He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n[00:21.73] Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n[00:24.09] Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n[00:27.90] Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n[00:31.50] Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n[00:34.66] Come on, come on, right over there\n[00:35.66] There he go, right there\n[00:37.23] There he go, right there, kid\n[00:39.74] That cat? Word up\n[00:41.35] Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n[00:42.83] What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n[00:45.37] The fuck you talking to?\n[00:46.49] I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n[00:47.81] You ain't talking to me\n[00:48.65] The fuck you talking about?\n[00:49.81] Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n[00:52.38] Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n[00:54.26] The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n[00:55.67] Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n[00:56.27] This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n[00:58.93] Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n[01:01.50] *Gunshots*\n[01:02.03] Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n[01:04.70] Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n[01:08.63] Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n[01:10.23] Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n[01:11.14] Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n[01:13.64] You bleedin' son, bad, son\n[01:15.02] Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n[01:17.26] Take this, take this, go on\n[01:18.39] I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n[01:19.96] Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n[01:22.49] Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n[01:24.87] Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n[01:26.56] Hold that shit, son\n[01:27.18] Go ahead, man, go ahead\n[01:28.24] Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n[01:29.63] Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n[01:32.93] It's the remix, son\n[01:35.78] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:38.48] Check it\n[01:40.05] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.26] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:44.76] I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n[01:47.54] Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.30] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n[01:52.66] I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n[01:55.02] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:56.77] Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n[02:02.89] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n[02:05.61] I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.34] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n[02:10.82] Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.71] Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.36] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:18.47] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.36] I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n[02:24.72] Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n[02:27.38] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n[02:29.82] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.59] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n[02:34.94] Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n[02:37.73] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n[02:40.28] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.89] Word up, what the f— yo\n[02:45.41] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.31] Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.42] Yeah, it's real\n[02:50.92] Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n[02:52.60] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:54.89] Bulletproof\n[02:55.76] First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n[02:58.36] It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n[03:01.05] Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n[03:04.22] True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n[03:06.57] Play enough crap games for what? See\n[03:08.62] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.03] Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n[03:13.94] And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n[03:17.15] Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n[03:18.92] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n[03:22.46] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.49] Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:27.53] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:29.66] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n[03:33.46] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.20] And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:37.62] And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:40.17] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n[03:45.07] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n[03:50.36] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n[03:55.56] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n[04:01.21] Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n[04:10.77] (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n[04:13.74] —All so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n[04:17.10] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n[04:21.88] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n[04:27.25] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n[04:31.72] Peace to man, woman and child\n[04:35.11] Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n[04:38.75] Projects (We're here for you)\n[04:40.01] Projects peoples, one love\n[04:45.77] Keep your head clear, we outta here\n[04:49.72] Move in silence\n[04:52.76] Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.79] Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n[05:03.59] Blowouts (The Island)\n[05:08.18] Yo, fly chicks\n[05:11.51] It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n[05:18.43] (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n[05:24.42] Peace to the Clan\n[05:26.81] No other producer can compare, boy\n[05:29.49] Word up\n[05:31.30] Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n[05:35.46] For real, y'all\n[05:37.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It All Be So Simple (Remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 338000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 1460\n  end_ms: 2870\n- text: Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 4310\n- text: I'ma go talk to this cat\n  start_ms: 4310\n  end_ms: 6390\n- text: Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? 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See\n  start_ms: 186570\n  end_ms: 188620\n- text: Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  start_ms: 188620\n  end_ms: 191030\n- text: Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n  start_ms: 191030\n  end_ms: 193940\n- text: And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n  start_ms: 193940\n  end_ms: 197150\n- text: Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n  start_ms: 197150\n  end_ms: 198920\n- text: Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n  start_ms: 198920\n  end_ms: 202460\n- text: I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  start_ms: 202460\n  end_ms: 204490\n- text: Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  start_ms: 204490\n  end_ms: 207530\n- text: God forbid I lay in the casket\n  start_ms: 207530\n  end_ms: 209660\n- text: But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n  start_ms: 209660\n  end_ms: 213460\n- text: I wash my mouth out with soap\n  start_ms: 213460\n  end_ms: 215200\n- text: And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  start_ms: 215200\n  end_ms: 217620\n- text: And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n  start_ms: 217620\n  end_ms: 220170\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? 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(Straight up, love you, boy)\n  start_ms: 261880\n  end_ms: 267250\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n  start_ms: 267250\n  end_ms: 271720\n- text: Peace to man, woman and child\n  start_ms: 271720\n  end_ms: 275110\n- text: Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  start_ms: 275110\n  end_ms: 278750\n- text: Projects (We're here for you)\n  start_ms: 278750\n  end_ms: 280010\n- text: Projects peoples, one love\n  start_ms: 280010\n  end_ms: 285770\n- text: Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  start_ms: 285770\n  end_ms: 289720\n- text: Move in silence\n  start_ms: 289720\n  end_ms: 292760\n- text: Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  start_ms: 292760\n  end_ms: 298790\n- text: Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  start_ms: 298790\n  end_ms: 303590\n- text: Blowouts (The Island)\n  start_ms: 303590\n  end_ms: 308180\n- text: Yo, fly chicks\n  start_ms: 308180\n  end_ms: 311510\n- text: It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  start_ms: 311510\n  end_ms: 318430\n- text: (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  start_ms: 318430\n  end_ms: 324420\n- text: Peace to the Clan\n  start_ms: 324420\n  end_ms: 326810\n- text: No other producer can compare, boy\n  start_ms: 326810\n  end_ms: 329490\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 329490\n  end_ms: 331300\n- text: Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  start_ms: 331300\n  end_ms: 335460\n- text: For real, y'all\n  start_ms: 335460\n  end_ms: 337460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 337460\nplain: |-\n  So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  I'ma go talk to this cat\n  Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n  Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n  Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n  Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n  Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n  Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n  Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n  Come on, come on, right over there\n  There he go, right there\n  There he go, right there, kid\n  That cat? Word up\n  Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n  What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n  The fuck you talking to?\n  I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n  You ain't talking to me\n  The fuck you talking about?\n  Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n  Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n  The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n  Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n  This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n  Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n  *Gunshots*\n  Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n  Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n  Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n  Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n  Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n  You bleedin' son, bad, son\n  Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n  Take this, take this, go on\n  I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n  Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n  Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n  Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n  Hold that shit, son\n  Go ahead, man, go ahead\n  Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n  Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\n  It's the remix, son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n  Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n  I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n  I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n  Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n  Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up, what the f— yo\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah, it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\n  It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n  Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n  True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n  Play enough crap games for what? See\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n  And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n  Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n  Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n  (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n  —All so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\n  Peace to man, woman and child\n  Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  Projects (We're here for you)\n  Projects peoples, one love\n  Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  Move in silence\n  Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  Blowouts (The Island)\n  Yo, fly chicks\n  It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare, boy\n  Word up\n  Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  For real, y'all\n"},{"id":2184377,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":338.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\nRight here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\nI'ma go talk to this cat\nYo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\nAyo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\nAyo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nI dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\nHe ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\nYo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\nFuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\nLemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\nThree deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\nCome on, come on, right over there\nThere he go, right there\nThere he go, right there, kid\nThat cat? Word up\nAyo, kid (I'm right behind you)\nWhat the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\nThe fuck you talking to?\nI'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\nYou ain't talking to me\nThe fuck you talking about?\nOpen your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\nHuh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\nThe fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\nCome here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\nThis my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\nGet up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n*Gunshots*\nFuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\nOh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\nYo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\nMan, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\nCome here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\nYou bleedin' son, bad, son\nAyo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\nTake this, take this, go on\nI'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\nGo ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\nMan, get the fuck outta here, man\nGo ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\nHold that shit, son\nGo ahead, man, go ahead\nNiggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\nYo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\nIt's the remix, son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\nSpoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\nI put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\nI doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\nStumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\nRay Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\nDedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up, what the f— yo\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up, son, you know how we be on it\nYeah, it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme, man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\nIt started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\nTrue, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\nPlay enough crap games for what? 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(That I ain't gon' see no more)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\nPeace to man, woman and child\nWord up (We got you covered, baby)\nProjects (We're here for you)\nProjects peoples, one love\nKeep your head clear, we outta here\nMove in silence\nBad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\nBald heads, braids (For real, though)\nBlowouts (The Island)\nYo, fly chicks\nIt's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n(The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare, boy\nWord up\nBring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\nFor real, y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.46] So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:02.87] Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n[00:04.31] I'ma go talk to this cat\n[00:06.39] Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n[00:08.14] Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n[00:10.13] Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n[00:15.07] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:15.82] Who?\n[00:16.74] I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:19.64] He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n[00:21.73] Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n[00:24.09] Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n[00:27.90] Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n[00:31.50] Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n[00:34.66] Come on, come on, right over there\n[00:35.66] There he go, right there\n[00:37.23] There he go, right there, kid\n[00:39.74] That cat? Word up\n[00:41.35] Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n[00:42.83] What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n[00:45.37] The fuck you talking to?\n[00:46.49] I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n[00:47.81] You ain't talking to me\n[00:48.65] The fuck you talking about?\n[00:49.81] Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n[00:52.38] Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n[00:54.26] The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n[00:55.67] Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n[00:56.27] This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n[00:58.93] Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n[01:01.50] *Gunshots*\n[01:02.03] Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n[01:04.70] Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n[01:08.63] Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n[01:10.23] Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n[01:11.14] Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n[01:13.64] You bleedin' son, bad, son\n[01:15.02] Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n[01:17.26] Take this, take this, go on\n[01:18.39] I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n[01:19.96] Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n[01:22.49] Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n[01:24.87] Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n[01:26.56] Hold that shit, son\n[01:27.18] Go ahead, man, go ahead\n[01:28.24] Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n[01:29.63] Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n[01:32.93] It's the remix, son\n[01:35.78] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:38.48] Check it\n[01:40.05] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.26] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:44.76] I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n[01:47.54] Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.30] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n[01:52.66] I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n[01:55.02] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:56.77] Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n[02:02.89] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n[02:05.61] I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.34] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n[02:10.82] Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.71] Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.36] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:18.47] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.36] I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n[02:24.72] Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n[02:27.38] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n[02:29.82] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.59] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n[02:34.94] Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n[02:37.73] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n[02:40.28] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.89] Word up, what the f— yo\n[02:45.41] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.31] Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.42] Yeah, it's real\n[02:50.92] Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n[02:52.60] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:54.89] Bulletproof\n[02:55.76] First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n[02:58.36] It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n[03:01.05] Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n[03:04.22] True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n[03:06.57] Play enough crap games for what? See\n[03:08.62] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.03] Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n[03:13.94] And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n[03:17.15] Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n[03:18.92] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n[03:22.46] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.49] Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:27.53] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:29.66] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n[03:33.46] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.20] And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:37.62] And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:40.17] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n[03:45.07] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n[03:50.36] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n[03:55.56] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n[04:01.21] Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n[04:10.77] (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n[04:13.74] —All so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n[04:17.10] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n[04:21.88] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n[04:27.25] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n[04:31.72] Peace to man, woman and child\n[04:35.11] Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n[04:38.75] Projects (We're here for you)\n[04:40.01] Projects peoples, one love\n[04:45.77] Keep your head clear, we outta here\n[04:49.72] Move in silence\n[04:52.76] Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.79] Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n[05:03.59] Blowouts (The Island)\n[05:08.18] Yo, fly chicks\n[05:11.51] It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n[05:18.43] (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n[05:24.42] Peace to the Clan\n[05:26.81] No other producer can compare, boy\n[05:29.49] Word up\n[05:31.30] Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n[05:35.46] For real, y'all\n[05:37.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 338000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 1460\n  end_ms: 2870\n- text: Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 4310\n- text: I'ma go talk to this cat\n  start_ms: 4310\n  end_ms: 6390\n- text: Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? 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(Straight up, love you, boy)\n  start_ms: 261880\n  end_ms: 267250\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n  start_ms: 267250\n  end_ms: 271720\n- text: Peace to man, woman and child\n  start_ms: 271720\n  end_ms: 275110\n- text: Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  start_ms: 275110\n  end_ms: 278750\n- text: Projects (We're here for you)\n  start_ms: 278750\n  end_ms: 280010\n- text: Projects peoples, one love\n  start_ms: 280010\n  end_ms: 285770\n- text: Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  start_ms: 285770\n  end_ms: 289720\n- text: Move in silence\n  start_ms: 289720\n  end_ms: 292760\n- text: Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  start_ms: 292760\n  end_ms: 298790\n- text: Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  start_ms: 298790\n  end_ms: 303590\n- text: Blowouts (The Island)\n  start_ms: 303590\n  end_ms: 308180\n- text: Yo, fly chicks\n  start_ms: 308180\n  end_ms: 311510\n- text: It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  start_ms: 311510\n  end_ms: 318430\n- text: (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  start_ms: 318430\n  end_ms: 324420\n- text: Peace to the Clan\n  start_ms: 324420\n  end_ms: 326810\n- text: No other producer can compare, boy\n  start_ms: 326810\n  end_ms: 329490\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 329490\n  end_ms: 331300\n- text: Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  start_ms: 331300\n  end_ms: 335460\n- text: For real, y'all\n  start_ms: 335460\n  end_ms: 337460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 337460\nplain: |-\n  So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  I'ma go talk to this cat\n  Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n  Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n  Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n  Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n  Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n  Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n  Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n  Come on, come on, right over there\n  There he go, right there\n  There he go, right there, kid\n  That cat? Word up\n  Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n  What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n  The fuck you talking to?\n  I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n  You ain't talking to me\n  The fuck you talking about?\n  Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n  Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n  The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n  Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n  This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n  Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n  *Gunshots*\n  Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n  Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n  Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n  Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n  Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n  You bleedin' son, bad, son\n  Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n  Take this, take this, go on\n  I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n  Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n  Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n  Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n  Hold that shit, son\n  Go ahead, man, go ahead\n  Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n  Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\n  It's the remix, son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n  Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n  I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n  I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n  Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n  Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up, what the f— yo\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah, it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\n  It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n  Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n  True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n  Play enough crap games for what? See\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n  And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n  Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n  Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n  (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n  —All so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\n  Peace to man, woman and child\n  Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  Projects (We're here for you)\n  Projects peoples, one love\n  Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  Move in silence\n  Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  Blowouts (The Island)\n  Yo, fly chicks\n  It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare, boy\n  Word up\n  Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  For real, y'all\n"},{"id":600715,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Back To the Clan","duration":338.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n\nSo that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\nYo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\nYo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\nAy ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\nAy yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\nI just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\nWhile you're, while you're filmin that shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nDon't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\nThat nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\nYO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\nFuck, we gotta, we gotta go\nC'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\nHold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\nThree deep niggaz\nFuck\nThink niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\nCome on, come on, right over here\nRight on\nThere they go, right there\nThat's them right there kid\nThat cat?\nWord up\nAiyyo kid?\nYou're right behind him\nWhat the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[The fuck you talkin to?]\nTalkin to you man!\nTalkin to you what?\n[You ain't talkin to me]\nWhat the fuck you talkin about?\nYo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[What? Huh?]\n*Fight ensues*\n*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\nAiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\nMotherfu...\nC'mere\nYeah it's my shit, my shit\nGet up\nYo grab that nigga, grab him\n*Gun fires*\nYo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\nGo ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\nOhh shit, ohh shit, yo\nYo man, yo Son I'm hit\nMan Son, I'm hit\nYo Son?\nSon I'm hit\nDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\nAiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\nTake this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\nI'ma throw this shit away man\nGo ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\nMan fuck that, man seventeen Son\nYo Son\nGet the fuck outta here man\nDamn Son\nGo ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\nHold that shit Son\nYo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's the remix Son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\nSpore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\nI put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\nI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\nStumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\nRay Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n[Chorus:]\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\nDedicated to the Gods and Earths\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nDedicated to Up North and down state\nDedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\nDedicated to projects with black kids\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up! What the fuck yo?\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up son, you know how we be on it\nYeah it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber\nYo Chef yo\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon]\nIt started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\nOld folks scream: stop the violence!\nTrue layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\nPlayin nuff crap games for what see?\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\nAnd no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\nMad 10's with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n[Outro:]\nYeah, for real\nMurderous material stacked up\nPeace to mazes, for real\nMeditating on life\nGold, word up y'all\nCrazy fly, dedication, to my people\nWord up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\nPeace to brothers on the Island, up North\nWord up\nStraight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\nWord up, word up\nPeace to man woman and child\nWord up\nI got you covered baby, I'm here for you\nProject, check it\nProjects peoples one love\nKeep your head clear, we out of here\nWe move in silence\nBad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\nBaldheads, braids, blowouts\nYo\nFly chicks\nIt's the remix y'all\nFor real, the real side\nThe RZA, check it\nRazor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare boy\nWORD UP\nBring it, battle, beats all types of shit\nFor real y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92] [Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n[00:02.92] So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n[00:05.35] Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n[00:06.62] Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n[00:07.86] Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n[00:09.60] Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n[00:10.69] I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n[00:13.45] While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n[00:15.88] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.79] Who?\n[00:17.55] Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:20.14] That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n[00:21.74] YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n[00:24.44] Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n[00:26.64] C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n[00:29.08] Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n[00:30.84] Three deep niggaz\n[00:32.51] Fuck\n[00:33.97] Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n[00:35.42] Come on, come on, right over here\n[00:36.22] Right on\n[00:37.64] There they go, right there\n[00:38.66] That's them right there kid\n[00:40.38] That cat?\n[00:41.59] Word up\n[00:42.38] Aiyyo kid?\n[00:43.02] You're right behind him\n[00:43.92] What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[00:44.88] [The fuck you talkin to?]\n[00:46.98] Talkin to you man!\n[00:47.90] Talkin to you what?\n[00:48.70] [You ain't talkin to me]\n[00:49.56] What the fuck you talkin about?\n[00:50.23] Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[00:51.16] [What? Huh?]\n[00:52.02] *Fight ensues*\n[00:53.75] *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n[00:55.55] Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n[00:56.58] Motherfu...\n[00:57.67] C'mere\n[00:58.56] Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n[00:59.27] Get up\n[01:00.06] Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n[01:00.82] *Gun fires*\n[01:01.41] Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n[01:02.85] Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n[01:05.54] Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n[01:06.28] Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n[01:07.46] Man Son, I'm hit\n[01:10.09] Yo Son?\n[01:10.72] Son I'm hit\n[01:11.58] Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n[01:13.23] Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n[01:16.98] Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n[01:19.06] I'ma throw this shit away man\n[01:20.53] Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n[01:22.87] Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n[01:24.07] Yo Son\n[01:24.95] Get the fuck outta here man\n[01:26.06] Damn Son\n[01:29.06] Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n[01:30.05] Hold that shit Son\n[01:30.96] Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n[01:31.82] [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n[01:32.99] It's the remix Son\n[01:35.83] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:37.55] Check it\n[01:39.34] [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n[01:40.08] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.03] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:43.92] I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n[01:48.14] Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.50] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n[01:52.78] I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n[01:55.47] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.52] Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n[02:03.32] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n[02:05.61] I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.69] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n[02:11.21] Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83] Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.47] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:19.15] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.83] I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n[02:25.13] Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n[02:27.38] [Chorus:]\n[02:28.19] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[02:28.41] Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n[02:29.93] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.76] Dedicated to Up North and down state\n[02:35.26] Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n[02:37.79] Dedicated to projects with black kids\n[02:40.43] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.98] Word up! What the fuck yo?\n[02:44.78] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.46] Word up son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.63] Yeah it's real\n[02:51.33] Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n[02:53.14] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.47] Bulletproof\n[02:56.65] First chamber\n[02:57.79] Yo Chef yo\n[02:58.58] [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n[02:58.83] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n[03:02.16] Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n[03:04.30] True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n[03:07.07] Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n[03:09.18] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.51] Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n[03:14.27] And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n[03:16.00] Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n[03:18.75] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n[03:22.84] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.95] Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:28.07] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:30.17] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n[03:32.94] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.47] And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:38.07] And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:39.98] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[03:41.93] [Outro:]\n[03:43.03] Yeah, for real\n[03:44.78] Murderous material stacked up\n[03:45.86] Peace to mazes, for real\n[03:50.62] Meditating on life\n[03:55.77] Gold, word up y'all\n[04:03.42] Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n[04:08.66] Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n[04:14.80] Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n[04:19.97] Word up\n[04:22.63] Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n[04:29.96] Word up, word up\n[04:31.67] Peace to man woman and child\n[04:33.61] Word up\n[04:36.69] I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n[04:39.43] Project, check it\n[04:40.72] Projects peoples one love\n[04:42.97] Keep your head clear, we out of here\n[04:47.32] We move in silence\n[04:50.83] Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.04] Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n[05:02.83] Yo\n[05:05.39] Fly chicks\n[05:08.89] It's the remix y'all\n[05:15.69] For real, the real side\n[05:16.96] The RZA, check it\n[05:20.56] Razor blade sharp\n[05:22.73] Peace to the Clan\n[05:24.95] No other producer can compare boy\n[05:27.74] WORD UP\n[05:30.62] Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n[05:35.17] For real y'all\n[05:37.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Back To the Clan\n  duration_ms: 338000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]'\n  start_ms: 1920\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? 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Ohh shit!\n  start_ms: 62850\n  end_ms: 65540\n- text: Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  start_ms: 65540\n  end_ms: 66280\n- text: Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  start_ms: 66280\n  end_ms: 67460\n- text: Man Son, I'm hit\n  start_ms: 67460\n  end_ms: 70090\n- text: Yo Son?\n  start_ms: 70090\n  end_ms: 70720\n- text: Son I'm hit\n  start_ms: 70720\n  end_ms: 71580\n- text: Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  start_ms: 71580\n  end_ms: 73230\n- text: Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  start_ms: 73230\n  end_ms: 76980\n- text: Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  start_ms: 76980\n  end_ms: 79060\n- text: I'ma throw this shit away man\n  start_ms: 79060\n  end_ms: 80530\n- text: Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  start_ms: 80530\n  end_ms: 82870\n- text: Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  start_ms: 82870\n  end_ms: 84070\n- text: Yo Son\n  start_ms: 84070\n  end_ms: 84950\n- text: Get the fuck outta here man\n  start_ms: 84950\n  end_ms: 86060\n- text: Damn Son\n  start_ms: 86060\n  end_ms: 89060\n- text: Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  start_ms: 89060\n  end_ms: 90050\n- text: Hold that shit Son\n  start_ms: 90050\n  end_ms: 90960\n- text: Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n  start_ms: 90960\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]'\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 92990\n- text: It's the remix Son\n  start_ms: 92990\n  end_ms: 95830\n- text: Can it be, act like you know\n  start_ms: 95830\n  end_ms: 97550\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 97550\n  end_ms: 99340\n- text: '[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]'\n  start_ms: 99340\n  end_ms: 100080\n- text: Yo, check what happened out of state\n  start_ms: 100080\n  end_ms: 101030\n- text: I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  start_ms: 101030\n  end_ms: 103920\n- text: I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  start_ms: 103920\n  end_ms: 108140\n- text: Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  start_ms: 108140\n  end_ms: 110500\n- text: Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  start_ms: 110500\n  end_ms: 112780\n- text: I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  start_ms: 112780\n  end_ms: 115470\n- text: I hung around the big time bosses\n  start_ms: 115470\n  end_ms: 117520\n- text: Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  start_ms: 117520\n  end_ms: 120730\n- text: Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  start_ms: 120730\n  end_ms: 123320\n- text: Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  start_ms: 123320\n  end_ms: 125610\n- text: I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  start_ms: 125610\n  end_ms: 128690\n- text: And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  start_ms: 128690\n  end_ms: 131210\n- text: Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  start_ms: 131210\n  end_ms: 133830\n- text: Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  start_ms: 133830\n  end_ms: 136470\n- text: Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  start_ms: 136470\n  end_ms: 139150\n- text: Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  start_ms: 139150\n  end_ms: 141830\n- text: I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  start_ms: 141830\n  end_ms: 145130\n- text: Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n  start_ms: 145130\n  end_ms: 147380\n- text: '[Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 147380\n  end_ms: 148190\n- text: '{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}'\n  start_ms: 148190\n  end_ms: 148410\n- text: Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  start_ms: 148410\n  end_ms: 149930\n- text: Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  start_ms: 149930\n  end_ms: 152760\n- text: Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  start_ms: 152760\n  end_ms: 155260\n- text: Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  start_ms: 155260\n  end_ms: 157790\n- text: Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  start_ms: 157790\n  end_ms: 160430\n- text: Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n  start_ms: 160430\n  end_ms: 162980\n- text: Word up! 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Right here, lights out\n  Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n  Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n  I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n  While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n  YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n  Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n  C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n  Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n  Three deep niggaz\n  Fuck\n  Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n  Come on, come on, right over here\n  Right on\n  There they go, right there\n  That's them right there kid\n  That cat?\n  Word up\n  Aiyyo kid?\n  You're right behind him\n  What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n  [The fuck you talkin to?]\n  Talkin to you man!\n  Talkin to you what?\n  [You ain't talkin to me]\n  What the fuck you talkin about?\n  Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  [What? Huh?]\n  *Fight ensues*\n  *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n  Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  Motherfu...\n  C'mere\n  Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  Get up\n  Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  *Gun fires*\n  Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n  Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  Man Son, I'm hit\n  Yo Son?\n  Son I'm hit\n  Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  I'ma throw this shit away man\n  Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  Yo Son\n  Get the fuck outta here man\n  Damn Son\n  Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  Hold that shit Son\n  Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n  [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's the remix Son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n  Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up! What the fuck yo?\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber\n  Yo Chef yo\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n  It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n  Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n  True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n  Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n  And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n  Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n  [Outro:]\n  Yeah, for real\n  Murderous material stacked up\n  Peace to mazes, for real\n  Meditating on life\n  Gold, word up y'all\n  Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n  Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n  Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n  Word up\n  Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n  Word up, word up\n  Peace to man woman and child\n  Word up\n  I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n  Project, check it\n  Projects peoples one love\n  Keep your head clear, we out of here\n  We move in silence\n  Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n  Yo\n  Fly chicks\n  It's the remix y'all\n  For real, the real side\n  The RZA, check it\n  Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare boy\n  WORD UP\n  Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n  For real y'all\n"},{"id":9287810,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":338.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\nRight here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\nI'ma go talk to this cat\nYo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\nAyo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\nAyo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nI dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\nHe ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\nYo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\nFuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\nLemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\nThree deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\nCome on, come on, right over there\nThere he go, right there\nThere he go, right there, kid\nThat cat? Word up\nAyo, kid (I'm right behind you)\nWhat the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\nThe fuck you talking to?\nI'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\nYou ain't talking to me\nThe fuck you talking about?\nOpen your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\nHuh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\nThe fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\nCome here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\nThis my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\nGet up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n*Gunshots*\nFuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\nOh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\nYo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\nMan, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\nCome here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\nYou bleedin' son, bad, son\nAyo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\nTake this, take this, go on\nI'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\nGo ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\nMan, get the fuck outta here, man\nGo ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\nHold that shit, son\nGo ahead, man, go ahead\nNiggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\nYo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\nIt's the remix, son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\nSpoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\nI put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\nI doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\nStumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\nRay Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\nDedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up, what the f— yo\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up, son, you know how we be on it\nYeah, it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme, man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\nIt started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\nTrue, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\nPlay enough crap games for what? See\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\nAnd no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\nMad Timbs with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\nCan it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n(Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n—all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\nPeace to man, woman and child\nWord up (We got you covered, baby)\nProjects (We're here for you)\nProjects peoples, one love\nKeep your head clear, we outta here\nMove in silence\nBad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\nBald heads, braids (For real, though)\nBlowouts (The Island)\nYo, fly chicks\nIt's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n(The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare, boy\nWord up\nBring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\nFor real, y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:02.47] Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n[00:04.25] I'ma go talk to this cat\n[00:05.79] Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n[00:07.93] Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n[00:10.37] Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n[00:14.56] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.06] Who?\n[00:16.74] I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:19.75] He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n[00:21.54] Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n[00:24.80] Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n[00:27.66] Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n[00:31.07] Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n[00:34.41] Come on, come on, right over there\n[00:35.68] There he go, right there\n[00:37.26] There he go, right there, kid\n[00:39.91] That cat? Word up\n[00:41.13] Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n[00:43.11] What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n[00:45.07] The fuck you talking to?\n[00:46.29] I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n[00:47.19] You ain't talking to me\n[00:48.39] The fuck you talking about?\n[00:49.52] Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n[00:52.23] Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n[00:53.88] The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n[00:54.75] Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n[00:56.64] This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n[00:59.50] Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n[01:01.59] *Gunshots*\n[01:02.72] Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n[01:04.78] Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n[01:08.35] Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n[01:09.72] Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n[01:11.42] Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n[01:13.12] You bleedin' son, bad, son\n[01:14.99] Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n[01:16.67] Take this, take this, go on\n[01:17.45] I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n[01:20.05] Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n[01:22.31] Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n[01:24.85] Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n[01:25.60] Hold that shit, son\n[01:26.68] Go ahead, man, go ahead\n[01:27.66] Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n[01:29.48] Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n[01:32.94] It's the remix, son\n[01:35.38] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:38.62] Check it\n[01:39.75] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.66] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:44.81] I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n[01:47.85] Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.15] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n[01:52.73] I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n[01:55.38] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.34] Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.69] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n[02:03.32] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n[02:05.94] I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.58] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n[02:11.15] Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83] Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.33] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:18.98] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.95] I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n[02:24.95] Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n[02:27.27] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n[02:29.82] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.51] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n[02:35.11] Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n[02:37.34] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n[02:40.46] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:43.02] Word up, what the f— yo\n[02:45.12] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:46.93] Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.31] Yeah, it's real\n[02:50.87] Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n[02:53.02] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.23] Bulletproof\n[02:56.43] First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n[02:58.58] It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n[03:01.35] Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n[03:04.19] True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n[03:06.94] Play enough crap games for what? See\n[03:08.99] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.47] Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n[03:14.38] And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n[03:17.58] Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n[03:19.40] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n[03:22.83] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.87] Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:27.76] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:29.96] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n[03:33.61] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.34] And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:37.92] And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:40.37] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n[03:45.51] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n[03:50.85] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n[03:56.08] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n[04:01.23] Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n[04:10.79] (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n[04:13.75] —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n[04:17.16] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n[04:22.21] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n[04:27.48] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n[04:31.27] Peace to man, woman and child\n[04:35.40] Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n[04:38.22] Projects (We're here for you)\n[04:40.60] Projects peoples, one love\n[04:45.73] Keep your head clear, we outta here\n[04:49.60] Move in silence\n[04:52.46] Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:59.12] Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n[05:03.54] Blowouts (The Island)\n[05:07.85] Yo, fly chicks\n[05:11.50] It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n[05:18.51] (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n[05:24.25] Peace to the Clan\n[05:26.30] No other producer can compare, boy\n[05:29.44] Word up\n[05:31.12] Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n[05:35.17] For real, y'all\n[05:37.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…\n  duration_ms: 338000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 1480\n  end_ms: 2470\n- text: Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  start_ms: 2470\n  end_ms: 4250\n- text: I'ma go talk to this cat\n  start_ms: 4250\n  end_ms: 5790\n- text: Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? 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(Straight up, love you, boy)\n  start_ms: 262210\n  end_ms: 267480\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n  start_ms: 267480\n  end_ms: 271270\n- text: Peace to man, woman and child\n  start_ms: 271270\n  end_ms: 275400\n- text: Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  start_ms: 275400\n  end_ms: 278220\n- text: Projects (We're here for you)\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 280600\n- text: Projects peoples, one love\n  start_ms: 280600\n  end_ms: 285730\n- text: Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  start_ms: 285730\n  end_ms: 289600\n- text: Move in silence\n  start_ms: 289600\n  end_ms: 292460\n- text: Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  start_ms: 292460\n  end_ms: 299120\n- text: Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  start_ms: 299120\n  end_ms: 303540\n- text: Blowouts (The Island)\n  start_ms: 303540\n  end_ms: 307850\n- text: Yo, fly chicks\n  start_ms: 307850\n  end_ms: 311500\n- text: It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  start_ms: 311500\n  end_ms: 318510\n- text: (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  start_ms: 318510\n  end_ms: 324250\n- text: Peace to the Clan\n  start_ms: 324250\n  end_ms: 326300\n- text: No other producer can compare, boy\n  start_ms: 326300\n  end_ms: 329440\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 329440\n  end_ms: 331120\n- text: Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  start_ms: 331120\n  end_ms: 335170\n- text: For real, y'all\n  start_ms: 335170\n  end_ms: 337010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 337010\nplain: |-\n  So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  I'ma go talk to this cat\n  Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n  Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n  Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n  Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n  Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n  Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n  Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n  Come on, come on, right over there\n  There he go, right there\n  There he go, right there, kid\n  That cat? Word up\n  Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n  What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n  The fuck you talking to?\n  I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n  You ain't talking to me\n  The fuck you talking about?\n  Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n  Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n  The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n  Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n  This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n  Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n  *Gunshots*\n  Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n  Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n  Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n  Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n  Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n  You bleedin' son, bad, son\n  Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n  Take this, take this, go on\n  I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n  Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n  Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n  Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n  Hold that shit, son\n  Go ahead, man, go ahead\n  Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n  Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\n  It's the remix, son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n  Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n  I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n  I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n  Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n  Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up, what the f— yo\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah, it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\n  It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n  Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n  True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n  Play enough crap games for what? See\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n  And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n  Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n  Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n  (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n  —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\n  Peace to man, woman and child\n  Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  Projects (We're here for you)\n  Projects peoples, one love\n  Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  Move in silence\n  Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  Blowouts (The Island)\n  Yo, fly chicks\n  It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare, boy\n  Word up\n  Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  For real, y'all\n"},{"id":32394618,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n\nSo that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\nYo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\nYo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\nAy ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\nAy yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\nI just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\nWhile you're, while you're filmin that shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nDon't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\nThat nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\nYO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\nFuck, we gotta, we gotta go\nC'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\nHold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\nThree deep niggaz\nFuck\nThink niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\nCome on, come on, right over here\nRight on\nThere they go, right there\nThat's them right there kid\nThat cat?\nWord up\nAiyyo kid?\nYou're right behind him\nWhat the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[The fuck you talkin to?]\nTalkin to you man!\nTalkin to you what?\n[You ain't talkin to me]\nWhat the fuck you talkin about?\nYo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[What? Huh?]\n*Fight ensues*\n*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\nAiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\nMotherfu...\nC'mere\nYeah it's my shit, my shit\nGet up\nYo grab that nigga, grab him\n*Gun fires*\nYo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\nGo ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\nOhh shit, ohh shit, yo\nYo man, yo Son I'm hit\nMan Son, I'm hit\nYo Son?\nSon I'm hit\nDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\nAiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\nTake this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\nI'ma throw this shit away man\nGo ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\nMan fuck that, man seventeen Son\nYo Son\nGet the fuck outta here man\nDamn Son\nGo ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\nHold that shit Son\nYo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's the remix Son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\nSpore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\nI put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\nI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\nStumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\nRay Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n[Chorus:]\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\nDedicated to the Gods and Earths\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nDedicated to Up North and down state\nDedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\nDedicated to projects with black kids\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up! What the fuck yo?\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up son, you know how we be on it\nYeah it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber\nYo Chef yo\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon]\nIt started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\nOld folks scream: stop the violence!\nTrue layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\nPlayin nuff crap games for what see?\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\nAnd no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\nMad 10's with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n[Outro:]\nYeah, for real\nMurderous material stacked up\nPeace to mazes, for real\nMeditating on life\nGold, word up y'all\nCrazy fly, dedication, to my people\nWord up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\nPeace to brothers on the Island, up North\nWord up\nStraight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\nWord up, word up\nPeace to man woman and child\nWord up\nI got you covered baby, I'm here for you\nProject, check it\nProjects peoples one love\nKeep your head clear, we out of here\nWe move in silence\nBad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\nBaldheads, braids, blowouts\nYo\nFly chicks\nIt's the remix y'all\nFor real, the real side\nThe RZA, check it\nRazor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare boy\nWORD UP\nBring it, battle, beats all types of shit\nFor real y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92] [Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n[00:02.92] So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n[00:05.35] Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n[00:06.62] Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n[00:07.86] Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n[00:09.60] Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n[00:10.69] I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n[00:13.45] While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n[00:15.88] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.79] Who?\n[00:17.55] Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:20.14] That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n[00:21.74] YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n[00:24.44] Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n[00:26.64] C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n[00:29.08] Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n[00:30.84] Three deep niggaz\n[00:32.51] Fuck\n[00:33.97] Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n[00:35.42] Come on, come on, right over here\n[00:36.22] Right on\n[00:37.64] There they go, right there\n[00:38.66] That's them right there kid\n[00:40.38] That cat?\n[00:41.59] Word up\n[00:42.38] Aiyyo kid?\n[00:43.02] You're right behind him\n[00:43.92] What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[00:44.88] [The fuck you talkin to?]\n[00:46.98] Talkin to you man!\n[00:47.90] Talkin to you what?\n[00:48.70] [You ain't talkin to me]\n[00:49.56] What the fuck you talkin about?\n[00:50.23] Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[00:51.16] [What? Huh?]\n[00:52.02] *Fight ensues*\n[00:53.75] *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n[00:55.55] Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n[00:56.58] Motherfu...\n[00:57.67] C'mere\n[00:58.56] Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n[00:59.27] Get up\n[01:00.06] Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n[01:00.82] *Gun fires*\n[01:01.41] Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n[01:02.85] Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n[01:05.54] Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n[01:06.28] Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n[01:07.46] Man Son, I'm hit\n[01:10.09] Yo Son?\n[01:10.72] Son I'm hit\n[01:11.58] Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n[01:13.23] Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n[01:16.98] Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n[01:19.06] I'ma throw this shit away man\n[01:20.53] Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n[01:22.87] Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n[01:24.07] Yo Son\n[01:24.95] Get the fuck outta here man\n[01:26.06] Damn Son\n[01:29.06] Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n[01:30.05] Hold that shit Son\n[01:30.96] Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n[01:31.82] [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n[01:32.99] It's the remix Son\n[01:35.83] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:37.55] Check it\n[01:39.34] [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n[01:40.08] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.03] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:43.92] I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n[01:48.14] Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.50] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n[01:52.78] I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n[01:55.47] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.52] Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n[02:03.32] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n[02:05.61] I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.69] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n[02:11.21] Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83] Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.47] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:19.15] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.83] I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n[02:25.13] Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n[02:27.38] [Chorus:]\n[02:28.19] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[02:28.41] Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n[02:29.93] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.76] Dedicated to Up North and down state\n[02:35.26] Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n[02:37.79] Dedicated to projects with black kids\n[02:40.43] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.98] Word up! What the fuck yo?\n[02:44.78] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.46] Word up son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.63] Yeah it's real\n[02:51.33] Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n[02:53.14] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.47] Bulletproof\n[02:56.65] First chamber\n[02:57.79] Yo Chef yo\n[02:58.58] [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n[02:58.83] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n[03:02.16] Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n[03:04.30] True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n[03:07.07] Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n[03:09.18] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.51] Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n[03:14.27] And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n[03:16.00] Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n[03:18.75] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n[03:22.84] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.95] Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:28.07] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:30.17] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n[03:32.94] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.47] And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:38.07] And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:39.98] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[03:41.93] [Outro:]\n[03:43.03] Yeah, for real\n[03:44.78] Murderous material stacked up\n[03:45.86] Peace to mazes, for real\n[03:50.62] Meditating on life\n[03:55.77] Gold, word up y'all\n[04:03.42] Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n[04:08.66] Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n[04:14.80] Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n[04:19.97] Word up\n[04:22.63] Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n[04:29.96] Word up, word up\n[04:31.67] Peace to man woman and child\n[04:33.61] Word up\n[04:36.69] I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n[04:39.43] Project, check it\n[04:40.72] Projects peoples one love\n[04:42.97] Keep your head clear, we out of here\n[04:47.32] We move in silence\n[04:50.83] Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.04] Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n[05:02.83] Yo\n[05:05.39] Fly chicks\n[05:08.89] It's the remix y'all\n[05:15.69] For real, the real side\n[05:16.96] The RZA, check it\n[05:20.56] Razor blade sharp\n[05:22.73] Peace to the Clan\n[05:24.95] No other producer can compare boy\n[05:27.74] WORD UP\n[05:30.62] Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n[05:35.17] For real y'all\n[05:37.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]'\n  start_ms: 1920\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? 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Ohh shit!\n  start_ms: 62850\n  end_ms: 65540\n- text: Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  start_ms: 65540\n  end_ms: 66280\n- text: Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  start_ms: 66280\n  end_ms: 67460\n- text: Man Son, I'm hit\n  start_ms: 67460\n  end_ms: 70090\n- text: Yo Son?\n  start_ms: 70090\n  end_ms: 70720\n- text: Son I'm hit\n  start_ms: 70720\n  end_ms: 71580\n- text: Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  start_ms: 71580\n  end_ms: 73230\n- text: Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  start_ms: 73230\n  end_ms: 76980\n- text: Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  start_ms: 76980\n  end_ms: 79060\n- text: I'ma throw this shit away man\n  start_ms: 79060\n  end_ms: 80530\n- text: Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  start_ms: 80530\n  end_ms: 82870\n- text: Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  start_ms: 82870\n  end_ms: 84070\n- text: Yo Son\n  start_ms: 84070\n  end_ms: 84950\n- text: Get the fuck outta here man\n  start_ms: 84950\n  end_ms: 86060\n- text: Damn Son\n  start_ms: 86060\n  end_ms: 89060\n- text: Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  start_ms: 89060\n  end_ms: 90050\n- text: Hold that shit Son\n  start_ms: 90050\n  end_ms: 90960\n- text: Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n  start_ms: 90960\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]'\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 92990\n- text: It's the remix Son\n  start_ms: 92990\n  end_ms: 95830\n- text: Can it be, act like you know\n  start_ms: 95830\n  end_ms: 97550\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 97550\n  end_ms: 99340\n- text: '[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]'\n  start_ms: 99340\n  end_ms: 100080\n- text: Yo, check what happened out of state\n  start_ms: 100080\n  end_ms: 101030\n- text: I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  start_ms: 101030\n  end_ms: 103920\n- text: I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  start_ms: 103920\n  end_ms: 108140\n- text: Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  start_ms: 108140\n  end_ms: 110500\n- text: Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  start_ms: 110500\n  end_ms: 112780\n- text: I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  start_ms: 112780\n  end_ms: 115470\n- text: I hung around the big time bosses\n  start_ms: 115470\n  end_ms: 117520\n- text: Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  start_ms: 117520\n  end_ms: 120730\n- text: Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  start_ms: 120730\n  end_ms: 123320\n- text: Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  start_ms: 123320\n  end_ms: 125610\n- text: I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  start_ms: 125610\n  end_ms: 128690\n- text: And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  start_ms: 128690\n  end_ms: 131210\n- text: Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  start_ms: 131210\n  end_ms: 133830\n- text: Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  start_ms: 133830\n  end_ms: 136470\n- text: Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  start_ms: 136470\n  end_ms: 139150\n- text: Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  start_ms: 139150\n  end_ms: 141830\n- text: I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  start_ms: 141830\n  end_ms: 145130\n- text: Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n  start_ms: 145130\n  end_ms: 147380\n- text: '[Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 147380\n  end_ms: 148190\n- text: '{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}'\n  start_ms: 148190\n  end_ms: 148410\n- text: Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  start_ms: 148410\n  end_ms: 149930\n- text: Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  start_ms: 149930\n  end_ms: 152760\n- text: Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  start_ms: 152760\n  end_ms: 155260\n- text: Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  start_ms: 155260\n  end_ms: 157790\n- text: Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  start_ms: 157790\n  end_ms: 160430\n- text: Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n  start_ms: 160430\n  end_ms: 162980\n- text: Word up! 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Right here, lights out\n  Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n  Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n  I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n  While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n  YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n  Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n  C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n  Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n  Three deep niggaz\n  Fuck\n  Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n  Come on, come on, right over here\n  Right on\n  There they go, right there\n  That's them right there kid\n  That cat?\n  Word up\n  Aiyyo kid?\n  You're right behind him\n  What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n  [The fuck you talkin to?]\n  Talkin to you man!\n  Talkin to you what?\n  [You ain't talkin to me]\n  What the fuck you talkin about?\n  Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  [What? Huh?]\n  *Fight ensues*\n  *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n  Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  Motherfu...\n  C'mere\n  Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  Get up\n  Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  *Gun fires*\n  Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n  Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  Man Son, I'm hit\n  Yo Son?\n  Son I'm hit\n  Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  I'ma throw this shit away man\n  Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  Yo Son\n  Get the fuck outta here man\n  Damn Son\n  Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  Hold that shit Son\n  Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n  [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's the remix Son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n  Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up! What the fuck yo?\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber\n  Yo Chef yo\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n  It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n  Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n  True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n  Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n  And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n  Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n  [Outro:]\n  Yeah, for real\n  Murderous material stacked up\n  Peace to mazes, for real\n  Meditating on life\n  Gold, word up y'all\n  Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n  Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n  Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n  Word up\n  Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n  Word up, word up\n  Peace to man woman and child\n  Word up\n  I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n  Project, check it\n  Projects peoples one love\n  Keep your head clear, we out of here\n  We move in silence\n  Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n  Yo\n  Fly chicks\n  It's the remix y'all\n  For real, the real side\n  The RZA, check it\n  Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare boy\n  WORD UP\n  Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n  For real y'all\n"},{"id":18258738,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals","duration":338.336,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\nRight here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\nI'ma go talk to this cat\nYo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\nAyo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\nAyo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nI dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\nHe ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\nYo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\nFuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\nLemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\nThree deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\nCome on, come on, right over there\nThere he go, right there\nThere he go, right there, kid\nThat cat? Word up\nAyo, kid (I'm right behind you)\nWhat the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\nThe fuck you talking to?\nI'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\nYou ain't talking to me\nThe fuck you talking about?\nOpen your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\nHuh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\nThe fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\nCome here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\nThis my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\nGet up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n*Gunshots*\nFuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\nOh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\nYo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\nMan, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\nCome here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\nYou bleedin' son, bad, son\nAyo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\nTake this, take this, go on\nI'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\nGo ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\nMan, get the fuck outta here, man\nGo ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\nHold that shit, son\nGo ahead, man, go ahead\nNiggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\nYo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\nIt's the remix, son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\nSpoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\nI put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\nI doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\nStumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\nRay Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\nDedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up, what the f— yo\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up, son, you know how we be on it\nYeah, it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme, man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\nIt started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\nTrue, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\nPlay enough crap games for what? See\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\nAnd no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\nMad Timbs with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\nCan it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n(Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n—all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\nPeace to man, woman and child\nWord up (We got you covered, baby)\nProjects (We're here for you)\nProjects peoples, one love\nKeep your head clear, we outta here\nMove in silence\nBad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\nBald heads, braids (For real, though)\nBlowouts (The Island)\nYo, fly chicks\nIt's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n(The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare, boy\nWord up\nBring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\nFor real, y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:02.47] Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n[00:04.25] I'ma go talk to this cat\n[00:05.79] Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n[00:07.93] Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n[00:10.37] Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n[00:14.56] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.06] Who?\n[00:16.74] I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:19.75] He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n[00:21.54] Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n[00:24.80] Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n[00:27.66] Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n[00:31.07] Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n[00:34.41] Come on, come on, right over there\n[00:35.68] There he go, right there\n[00:37.26] There he go, right there, kid\n[00:39.91] That cat? Word up\n[00:41.13] Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n[00:43.11] What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n[00:45.07] The fuck you talking to?\n[00:46.29] I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n[00:47.19] You ain't talking to me\n[00:48.39] The fuck you talking about?\n[00:49.52] Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n[00:52.23] Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n[00:53.88] The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n[00:54.75] Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n[00:56.64] This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n[00:59.50] Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n[01:01.59] *Gunshots*\n[01:02.72] Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n[01:04.78] Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n[01:08.35] Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n[01:09.72] Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n[01:11.42] Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n[01:13.12] You bleedin' son, bad, son\n[01:14.99] Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n[01:16.67] Take this, take this, go on\n[01:17.45] I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n[01:20.05] Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n[01:22.31] Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n[01:24.85] Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n[01:25.60] Hold that shit, son\n[01:26.68] Go ahead, man, go ahead\n[01:27.66] Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n[01:29.48] Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n[01:32.94] It's the remix, son\n[01:35.38] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:38.62] Check it\n[01:39.75] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.66] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:44.81] I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n[01:47.85] Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.15] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n[01:52.73] I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n[01:55.38] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.34] Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.69] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n[02:03.32] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n[02:05.94] I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.58] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n[02:11.15] Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83] Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.33] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:18.98] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.95] I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n[02:24.95] Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n[02:27.27] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n[02:29.82] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.51] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n[02:35.11] Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n[02:37.34] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n[02:40.46] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:43.02] Word up, what the f— yo\n[02:45.12] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:46.93] Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.31] Yeah, it's real\n[02:50.87] Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n[02:53.02] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.23] Bulletproof\n[02:56.43] First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n[02:58.58] It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n[03:01.35] Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n[03:04.19] True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n[03:06.94] Play enough crap games for what? See\n[03:08.99] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.47] Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n[03:14.38] And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n[03:17.58] Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n[03:19.40] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n[03:22.83] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.87] Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:27.76] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:29.96] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n[03:33.61] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.34] And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:37.92] And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:40.37] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n[03:45.51] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n[03:50.85] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n[03:56.08] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n[04:01.23] Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n[04:10.79] (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n[04:13.75] —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n[04:17.16] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n[04:22.21] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n[04:27.48] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n[04:31.27] Peace to man, woman and child\n[04:35.40] Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n[04:38.22] Projects (We're here for you)\n[04:40.60] Projects peoples, one love\n[04:45.73] Keep your head clear, we outta here\n[04:49.60] Move in silence\n[04:52.46] Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:59.12] Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n[05:03.54] Blowouts (The Island)\n[05:07.85] Yo, fly chicks\n[05:11.50] It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n[05:18.51] (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n[05:24.25] Peace to the Clan\n[05:26.30] No other producer can compare, boy\n[05:29.44] Word up\n[05:31.12] Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n[05:35.17] For real, y'all\n[05:37.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 338336\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 1480\n  end_ms: 2470\n- text: Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  start_ms: 2470\n  end_ms: 4250\n- text: I'ma go talk to this cat\n  start_ms: 4250\n  end_ms: 5790\n- text: Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? 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(Straight up, love you, boy)\n  start_ms: 262210\n  end_ms: 267480\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n  start_ms: 267480\n  end_ms: 271270\n- text: Peace to man, woman and child\n  start_ms: 271270\n  end_ms: 275400\n- text: Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  start_ms: 275400\n  end_ms: 278220\n- text: Projects (We're here for you)\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 280600\n- text: Projects peoples, one love\n  start_ms: 280600\n  end_ms: 285730\n- text: Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  start_ms: 285730\n  end_ms: 289600\n- text: Move in silence\n  start_ms: 289600\n  end_ms: 292460\n- text: Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  start_ms: 292460\n  end_ms: 299120\n- text: Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  start_ms: 299120\n  end_ms: 303540\n- text: Blowouts (The Island)\n  start_ms: 303540\n  end_ms: 307850\n- text: Yo, fly chicks\n  start_ms: 307850\n  end_ms: 311500\n- text: It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  start_ms: 311500\n  end_ms: 318510\n- text: (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  start_ms: 318510\n  end_ms: 324250\n- text: Peace to the Clan\n  start_ms: 324250\n  end_ms: 326300\n- text: No other producer can compare, boy\n  start_ms: 326300\n  end_ms: 329440\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 329440\n  end_ms: 331120\n- text: Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  start_ms: 331120\n  end_ms: 335170\n- text: For real, y'all\n  start_ms: 335170\n  end_ms: 337010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 337010\nplain: |-\n  So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  I'ma go talk to this cat\n  Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n  Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n  Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n  Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n  Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n  Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n  Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n  Come on, come on, right over there\n  There he go, right there\n  There he go, right there, kid\n  That cat? Word up\n  Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n  What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n  The fuck you talking to?\n  I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n  You ain't talking to me\n  The fuck you talking about?\n  Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n  Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n  The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n  Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n  This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n  Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n  *Gunshots*\n  Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n  Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n  Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n  Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n  Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n  You bleedin' son, bad, son\n  Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n  Take this, take this, go on\n  I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n  Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n  Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n  Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n  Hold that shit, son\n  Go ahead, man, go ahead\n  Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n  Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\n  It's the remix, son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n  Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n  I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n  I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n  Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n  Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up, what the f— yo\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah, it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\n  It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n  Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n  True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n  Play enough crap games for what? See\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n  And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n  Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n  Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n  (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n  —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\n  Peace to man, woman and child\n  Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  Projects (We're here for you)\n  Projects peoples, one love\n  Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  Move in silence\n  Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  Blowouts (The Island)\n  Yo, fly chicks\n  It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare, boy\n  Word up\n  Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  For real, y'all\n"},{"id":18940967,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":340.50115,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n\nSo that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\nYo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\nYo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\nAy ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\nAy yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\nI just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\nWhile you're, while you're filmin that shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nDon't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\nThat nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\nYO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\nFuck, we gotta, we gotta go\nC'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\nHold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\nThree deep niggaz\nFuck\nThink niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\nCome on, come on, right over here\nRight on\nThere they go, right there\nThat's them right there kid\nThat cat?\nWord up\nAiyyo kid?\nYou're right behind him\nWhat the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[The fuck you talkin to?]\nTalkin to you man!\nTalkin to you what?\n[You ain't talkin to me]\nWhat the fuck you talkin about?\nYo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[What? Huh?]\n*Fight ensues*\n*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\nAiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\nMotherfu...\nC'mere\nYeah it's my shit, my shit\nGet up\nYo grab that nigga, grab him\n*Gun fires*\nYo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\nGo ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\nOhh shit, ohh shit, yo\nYo man, yo Son I'm hit\nMan Son, I'm hit\nYo Son?\nSon I'm hit\nDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\nAiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\nTake this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\nI'ma throw this shit away man\nGo ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\nMan fuck that, man seventeen Son\nYo Son\nGet the fuck outta here man\nDamn Son\nGo ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\nHold that shit Son\nYo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's the remix Son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\nSpore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\nI put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\nI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\nStumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\nRay Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n[Chorus:]\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\nDedicated to the Gods and Earths\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nDedicated to Up North and down state\nDedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\nDedicated to projects with black kids\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up! What the fuck yo?\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up son, you know how we be on it\nYeah it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber\nYo Chef yo\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon]\nIt started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\nOld folks scream: stop the violence!\nTrue layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\nPlayin nuff crap games for what see?\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\nAnd no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\nMad 10's with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n[Outro:]\nYeah, for real\nMurderous material stacked up\nPeace to mazes, for real\nMeditating on life\nGold, word up y'all\nCrazy fly, dedication, to my people\nWord up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\nPeace to brothers on the Island, up North\nWord up\nStraight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\nWord up, word up\nPeace to man woman and child\nWord up\nI got you covered baby, I'm here for you\nProject, check it\nProjects peoples one love\nKeep your head clear, we out of here\nWe move in silence\nBad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\nBaldheads, braids, blowouts\nYo\nFly chicks\nIt's the remix y'all\nFor real, the real side\nThe RZA, check it\nRazor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare boy\nWORD UP\nBring it, battle, beats all types of shit\nFor real y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92] [Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n[00:02.92] So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n[00:05.35] Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n[00:06.62] Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n[00:07.86] Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n[00:09.60] Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n[00:10.69] I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n[00:13.45] While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n[00:15.88] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.79] Who?\n[00:17.55] Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:20.14] That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n[00:21.74] YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n[00:24.44] Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n[00:26.64] C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n[00:29.08] Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n[00:30.84] Three deep niggaz\n[00:32.51] Fuck\n[00:33.97] Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n[00:35.42] Come on, come on, right over here\n[00:36.22] Right on\n[00:37.64] There they go, right there\n[00:38.66] That's them right there kid\n[00:40.38] That cat?\n[00:41.59] Word up\n[00:42.38] Aiyyo kid?\n[00:43.02] You're right behind him\n[00:43.92] What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[00:44.88] [The fuck you talkin to?]\n[00:46.98] Talkin to you man!\n[00:47.90] Talkin to you what?\n[00:48.70] [You ain't talkin to me]\n[00:49.56] What the fuck you talkin about?\n[00:50.23] Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[00:51.16] [What? Huh?]\n[00:52.02] *Fight ensues*\n[00:53.75] *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n[00:55.55] Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n[00:56.58] Motherfu...\n[00:57.67] C'mere\n[00:58.56] Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n[00:59.27] Get up\n[01:00.06] Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n[01:00.82] *Gun fires*\n[01:01.41] Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n[01:02.85] Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n[01:05.54] Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n[01:06.28] Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n[01:07.46] Man Son, I'm hit\n[01:10.09] Yo Son?\n[01:10.72] Son I'm hit\n[01:11.58] Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n[01:13.23] Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n[01:16.98] Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n[01:19.06] I'ma throw this shit away man\n[01:20.53] Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n[01:22.87] Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n[01:24.07] Yo Son\n[01:24.95] Get the fuck outta here man\n[01:26.06] Damn Son\n[01:29.06] Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n[01:30.05] Hold that shit Son\n[01:30.96] Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n[01:31.82] [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n[01:32.99] It's the remix Son\n[01:35.83] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:37.55] Check it\n[01:39.34] [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n[01:40.08] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.03] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:43.92] I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n[01:48.14] Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.50] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n[01:52.78] I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n[01:55.47] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.52] Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n[02:03.32] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n[02:05.61] I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.69] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n[02:11.21] Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83] Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.47] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:19.15] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.83] I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n[02:25.13] Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n[02:27.38] [Chorus:]\n[02:28.19] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[02:28.41] Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n[02:29.93] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.76] Dedicated to Up North and down state\n[02:35.26] Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n[02:37.79] Dedicated to projects with black kids\n[02:40.43] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.98] Word up! What the fuck yo?\n[02:44.78] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.46] Word up son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.63] Yeah it's real\n[02:51.33] Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n[02:53.14] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.47] Bulletproof\n[02:56.65] First chamber\n[02:57.79] Yo Chef yo\n[02:58.58] [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n[02:58.83] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n[03:02.16] Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n[03:04.30] True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n[03:07.07] Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n[03:09.18] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.51] Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n[03:14.27] And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n[03:16.00] Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n[03:18.75] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n[03:22.84] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.95] Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:28.07] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:30.17] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n[03:32.94] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.47] And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:38.07] And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:39.98] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[03:41.93] [Outro:]\n[03:43.03] Yeah, for real\n[03:44.78] Murderous material stacked up\n[03:45.86] Peace to mazes, for real\n[03:50.62] Meditating on life\n[03:55.77] Gold, word up y'all\n[04:03.42] Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n[04:08.66] Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n[04:14.80] Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n[04:19.97] Word up\n[04:22.63] Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n[04:29.96] Word up, word up\n[04:31.67] Peace to man woman and child\n[04:33.61] Word up\n[04:36.69] I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n[04:39.43] Project, check it\n[04:40.72] Projects peoples one love\n[04:42.97] Keep your head clear, we out of here\n[04:47.32] We move in silence\n[04:50.83] Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.04] Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n[05:02.83] Yo\n[05:05.39] Fly chicks\n[05:08.89] It's the remix y'all\n[05:15.69] For real, the real side\n[05:16.96] The RZA, check it\n[05:20.56] Razor blade sharp\n[05:22.73] Peace to the Clan\n[05:24.95] No other producer can compare boy\n[05:27.74] WORD UP\n[05:30.62] Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n[05:35.17] For real y'all\n[05:37.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 340501\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]'\n  start_ms: 1920\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? 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Ohh shit!\n  start_ms: 62850\n  end_ms: 65540\n- text: Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  start_ms: 65540\n  end_ms: 66280\n- text: Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  start_ms: 66280\n  end_ms: 67460\n- text: Man Son, I'm hit\n  start_ms: 67460\n  end_ms: 70090\n- text: Yo Son?\n  start_ms: 70090\n  end_ms: 70720\n- text: Son I'm hit\n  start_ms: 70720\n  end_ms: 71580\n- text: Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  start_ms: 71580\n  end_ms: 73230\n- text: Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  start_ms: 73230\n  end_ms: 76980\n- text: Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  start_ms: 76980\n  end_ms: 79060\n- text: I'ma throw this shit away man\n  start_ms: 79060\n  end_ms: 80530\n- text: Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  start_ms: 80530\n  end_ms: 82870\n- text: Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  start_ms: 82870\n  end_ms: 84070\n- text: Yo Son\n  start_ms: 84070\n  end_ms: 84950\n- text: Get the fuck outta here man\n  start_ms: 84950\n  end_ms: 86060\n- text: Damn Son\n  start_ms: 86060\n  end_ms: 89060\n- text: Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  start_ms: 89060\n  end_ms: 90050\n- text: Hold that shit Son\n  start_ms: 90050\n  end_ms: 90960\n- text: Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n  start_ms: 90960\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]'\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 92990\n- text: It's the remix Son\n  start_ms: 92990\n  end_ms: 95830\n- text: Can it be, act like you know\n  start_ms: 95830\n  end_ms: 97550\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 97550\n  end_ms: 99340\n- text: '[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]'\n  start_ms: 99340\n  end_ms: 100080\n- text: Yo, check what happened out of state\n  start_ms: 100080\n  end_ms: 101030\n- text: I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  start_ms: 101030\n  end_ms: 103920\n- text: I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  start_ms: 103920\n  end_ms: 108140\n- text: Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  start_ms: 108140\n  end_ms: 110500\n- text: Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  start_ms: 110500\n  end_ms: 112780\n- text: I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  start_ms: 112780\n  end_ms: 115470\n- text: I hung around the big time bosses\n  start_ms: 115470\n  end_ms: 117520\n- text: Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  start_ms: 117520\n  end_ms: 120730\n- text: Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  start_ms: 120730\n  end_ms: 123320\n- text: Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  start_ms: 123320\n  end_ms: 125610\n- text: I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  start_ms: 125610\n  end_ms: 128690\n- text: And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  start_ms: 128690\n  end_ms: 131210\n- text: Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  start_ms: 131210\n  end_ms: 133830\n- text: Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  start_ms: 133830\n  end_ms: 136470\n- text: Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  start_ms: 136470\n  end_ms: 139150\n- text: Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  start_ms: 139150\n  end_ms: 141830\n- text: I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  start_ms: 141830\n  end_ms: 145130\n- text: Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n  start_ms: 145130\n  end_ms: 147380\n- text: '[Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 147380\n  end_ms: 148190\n- text: '{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}'\n  start_ms: 148190\n  end_ms: 148410\n- text: Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  start_ms: 148410\n  end_ms: 149930\n- text: Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  start_ms: 149930\n  end_ms: 152760\n- text: Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  start_ms: 152760\n  end_ms: 155260\n- text: Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  start_ms: 155260\n  end_ms: 157790\n- text: Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  start_ms: 157790\n  end_ms: 160430\n- text: Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n  start_ms: 160430\n  end_ms: 162980\n- text: Word up! 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Right here, lights out\n  Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n  Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n  I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n  While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n  YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n  Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n  C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n  Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n  Three deep niggaz\n  Fuck\n  Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n  Come on, come on, right over here\n  Right on\n  There they go, right there\n  That's them right there kid\n  That cat?\n  Word up\n  Aiyyo kid?\n  You're right behind him\n  What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n  [The fuck you talkin to?]\n  Talkin to you man!\n  Talkin to you what?\n  [You ain't talkin to me]\n  What the fuck you talkin about?\n  Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  [What? Huh?]\n  *Fight ensues*\n  *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n  Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  Motherfu...\n  C'mere\n  Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  Get up\n  Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  *Gun fires*\n  Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n  Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  Man Son, I'm hit\n  Yo Son?\n  Son I'm hit\n  Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  I'ma throw this shit away man\n  Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  Yo Son\n  Get the fuck outta here man\n  Damn Son\n  Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  Hold that shit Son\n  Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n  [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's the remix Son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n  Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up! What the fuck yo?\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber\n  Yo Chef yo\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n  It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n  Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n  True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n  Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n  And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n  Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n  [Outro:]\n  Yeah, for real\n  Murderous material stacked up\n  Peace to mazes, for real\n  Meditating on life\n  Gold, word up y'all\n  Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n  Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n  Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n  Word up\n  Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n  Word up, word up\n  Peace to man woman and child\n  Word up\n  I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n  Project, check it\n  Projects peoples one love\n  Keep your head clear, we out of here\n  We move in silence\n  Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n  Yo\n  Fly chicks\n  It's the remix y'all\n  For real, the real side\n  The RZA, check it\n  Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare boy\n  WORD UP\n  Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n  For real y'all\n"},{"id":14206290,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx․․․","duration":338.16,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\nRight here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\nI'ma go talk to this cat\nYo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\nAyo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\nAyo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nI dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\nHe ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\nYo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\nFuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\nLemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\nThree deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\nCome on, come on, right over there\nThere he go, right there\nThere he go, right there, kid\nThat cat? Word up\nAyo, kid (I'm right behind you)\nWhat the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\nThe fuck you talking to?\nI'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\nYou ain't talking to me\nThe fuck you talking about?\nOpen your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\nHuh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\nThe fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\nCome here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\nThis my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\nGet up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n*Gunshots*\nFuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\nOh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\nYo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\nMan, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\nCome here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\nYou bleedin' son, bad, son\nAyo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\nTake this, take this, go on\nI'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\nGo ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\nMan, get the fuck outta here, man\nGo ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\nHold that shit, son\nGo ahead, man, go ahead\nNiggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\nYo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\nIt's the remix, son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\nSpoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\nI put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\nI doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\nStumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\nRay Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\nDedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up, what the f— yo\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up, son, you know how we be on it\nYeah, it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme, man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\nIt started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\nTrue, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\nPlay enough crap games for what? See\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\nAnd no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\nMad Timbs with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\nCan it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n(Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n—all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\nPeace to man, woman and child\nWord up (We got you covered, baby)\nProjects (We're here for you)\nProjects peoples, one love\nKeep your head clear, we outta here\nMove in silence\nBad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\nBald heads, braids (For real, though)\nBlowouts (The Island)\nYo, fly chicks\nIt's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n(The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare, boy\nWord up\nBring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\nFor real, y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:02.47] Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n[00:04.25] I'ma go talk to this cat\n[00:05.79] Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n[00:07.93] Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n[00:10.37] Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n[00:14.56] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.06] Who?\n[00:16.74] I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:19.75] He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n[00:21.54] Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n[00:24.80] Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n[00:27.66] Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n[00:31.07] Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n[00:34.41] Come on, come on, right over there\n[00:35.68] There he go, right there\n[00:37.26] There he go, right there, kid\n[00:39.91] That cat? Word up\n[00:41.13] Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n[00:43.11] What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n[00:45.07] The fuck you talking to?\n[00:46.29] I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n[00:47.19] You ain't talking to me\n[00:48.39] The fuck you talking about?\n[00:49.52] Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n[00:52.23] Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n[00:53.88] The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n[00:54.75] Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n[00:56.64] This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n[00:59.50] Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n[01:01.59] *Gunshots*\n[01:02.72] Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n[01:04.78] Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n[01:08.35] Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n[01:09.72] Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n[01:11.42] Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n[01:13.12] You bleedin' son, bad, son\n[01:14.99] Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n[01:16.67] Take this, take this, go on\n[01:17.45] I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n[01:20.05] Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n[01:22.31] Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n[01:24.85] Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n[01:25.60] Hold that shit, son\n[01:26.68] Go ahead, man, go ahead\n[01:27.66] Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n[01:29.48] Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n[01:32.94] It's the remix, son\n[01:35.38] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:38.62] Check it\n[01:39.75] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.66] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:44.81] I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n[01:47.85] Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.15] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n[01:52.73] I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n[01:55.38] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.34] Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.69] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n[02:03.32] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n[02:05.94] I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.58] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n[02:11.15] Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83] Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.33] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:18.98] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.95] I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n[02:24.95] Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n[02:27.27] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n[02:29.82] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.51] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n[02:35.11] Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n[02:37.34] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n[02:40.46] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:43.02] Word up, what the f— yo\n[02:45.12] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:46.93] Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.31] Yeah, it's real\n[02:50.87] Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n[02:53.02] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.23] Bulletproof\n[02:56.43] First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n[02:58.58] It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n[03:01.35] Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n[03:04.19] True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n[03:06.94] Play enough crap games for what? See\n[03:08.99] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.47] Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n[03:14.38] And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n[03:17.58] Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n[03:19.40] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n[03:22.83] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.87] Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:27.76] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:29.96] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n[03:33.61] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.34] And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:37.92] And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:40.37] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n[03:45.51] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n[03:50.85] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n[03:56.08] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n[04:01.23] Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n[04:10.79] (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n[04:13.75] —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n[04:17.16] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n[04:22.21] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n[04:27.48] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n[04:31.27] Peace to man, woman and child\n[04:35.40] Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n[04:38.22] Projects (We're here for you)\n[04:40.60] Projects peoples, one love\n[04:45.73] Keep your head clear, we outta here\n[04:49.60] Move in silence\n[04:52.46] Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:59.12] Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n[05:03.54] Blowouts (The Island)\n[05:07.85] Yo, fly chicks\n[05:11.50] It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n[05:18.51] (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n[05:24.25] Peace to the Clan\n[05:26.30] No other producer can compare, boy\n[05:29.44] Word up\n[05:31.12] Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n[05:35.17] For real, y'all\n[05:37.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx․․․\n  duration_ms: 338160\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 1480\n  end_ms: 2470\n- text: Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  start_ms: 2470\n  end_ms: 4250\n- text: I'ma go talk to this cat\n  start_ms: 4250\n  end_ms: 5790\n- text: Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? 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(Straight up, love you, boy)\n  start_ms: 262210\n  end_ms: 267480\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n  start_ms: 267480\n  end_ms: 271270\n- text: Peace to man, woman and child\n  start_ms: 271270\n  end_ms: 275400\n- text: Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  start_ms: 275400\n  end_ms: 278220\n- text: Projects (We're here for you)\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 280600\n- text: Projects peoples, one love\n  start_ms: 280600\n  end_ms: 285730\n- text: Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  start_ms: 285730\n  end_ms: 289600\n- text: Move in silence\n  start_ms: 289600\n  end_ms: 292460\n- text: Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  start_ms: 292460\n  end_ms: 299120\n- text: Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  start_ms: 299120\n  end_ms: 303540\n- text: Blowouts (The Island)\n  start_ms: 303540\n  end_ms: 307850\n- text: Yo, fly chicks\n  start_ms: 307850\n  end_ms: 311500\n- text: It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  start_ms: 311500\n  end_ms: 318510\n- text: (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  start_ms: 318510\n  end_ms: 324250\n- text: Peace to the Clan\n  start_ms: 324250\n  end_ms: 326300\n- text: No other producer can compare, boy\n  start_ms: 326300\n  end_ms: 329440\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 329440\n  end_ms: 331120\n- text: Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  start_ms: 331120\n  end_ms: 335170\n- text: For real, y'all\n  start_ms: 335170\n  end_ms: 337010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 337010\nplain: |-\n  So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  I'ma go talk to this cat\n  Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n  Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n  Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n  Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n  Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n  Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n  Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n  Come on, come on, right over there\n  There he go, right there\n  There he go, right there, kid\n  That cat? Word up\n  Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n  What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n  The fuck you talking to?\n  I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n  You ain't talking to me\n  The fuck you talking about?\n  Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n  Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n  The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n  Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n  This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n  Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n  *Gunshots*\n  Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n  Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n  Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n  Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n  Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n  You bleedin' son, bad, son\n  Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n  Take this, take this, go on\n  I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n  Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n  Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n  Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n  Hold that shit, son\n  Go ahead, man, go ahead\n  Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n  Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\n  It's the remix, son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n  Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n  I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n  I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n  Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n  Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up, what the f— yo\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah, it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\n  It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n  Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n  True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n  Play enough crap games for what? See\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n  And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n  Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n  Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n  (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n  —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\n  Peace to man, woman and child\n  Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  Projects (We're here for you)\n  Projects peoples, one love\n  Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  Move in silence\n  Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  Blowouts (The Island)\n  Yo, fly chicks\n  It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare, boy\n  Word up\n  Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  For real, y'all\n"},{"id":23683144,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":340.434271,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n\nSo that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\nYo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\nYo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\nAy ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\nAy yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\nI just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\nWhile you're, while you're filmin that shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nDon't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\nThat nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\nYO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\nFuck, we gotta, we gotta go\nC'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\nHold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\nThree deep niggaz\nFuck\nThink niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\nCome on, come on, right over here\nRight on\nThere they go, right there\nThat's them right there kid\nThat cat?\nWord up\nAiyyo kid?\nYou're right behind him\nWhat the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[The fuck you talkin to?]\nTalkin to you man!\nTalkin to you what?\n[You ain't talkin to me]\nWhat the fuck you talkin about?\nYo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[What? Huh?]\n*Fight ensues*\n*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\nAiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\nMotherfu...\nC'mere\nYeah it's my shit, my shit\nGet up\nYo grab that nigga, grab him\n*Gun fires*\nYo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\nGo ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\nOhh shit, ohh shit, yo\nYo man, yo Son I'm hit\nMan Son, I'm hit\nYo Son?\nSon I'm hit\nDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\nAiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\nTake this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\nI'ma throw this shit away man\nGo ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\nMan fuck that, man seventeen Son\nYo Son\nGet the fuck outta here man\nDamn Son\nGo ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\nHold that shit Son\nYo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's the remix Son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\nSpore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\nI put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\nI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\nStumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\nRay Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n[Chorus:]\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\nDedicated to the Gods and Earths\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nDedicated to Up North and down state\nDedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\nDedicated to projects with black kids\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up! What the fuck yo?\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up son, you know how we be on it\nYeah it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber\nYo Chef yo\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon]\nIt started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\nOld folks scream: stop the violence!\nTrue layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\nPlayin nuff crap games for what see?\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\nAnd no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\nMad 10's with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n[Outro:]\nYeah, for real\nMurderous material stacked up\nPeace to mazes, for real\nMeditating on life\nGold, word up y'all\nCrazy fly, dedication, to my people\nWord up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\nPeace to brothers on the Island, up North\nWord up\nStraight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\nWord up, word up\nPeace to man woman and child\nWord up\nI got you covered baby, I'm here for you\nProject, check it\nProjects peoples one love\nKeep your head clear, we out of here\nWe move in silence\nBad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\nBaldheads, braids, blowouts\nYo\nFly chicks\nIt's the remix y'all\nFor real, the real side\nThe RZA, check it\nRazor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare boy\nWORD UP\nBring it, battle, beats all types of shit\nFor real y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92] [Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n[00:02.92] So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n[00:05.35] Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n[00:06.62] Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n[00:07.86] Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n[00:09.60] Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n[00:10.69] I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n[00:13.45] While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n[00:15.88] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.79] Who?\n[00:17.55] Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:20.14] That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n[00:21.74] YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n[00:24.44] Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n[00:26.64] C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n[00:29.08] Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n[00:30.84] Three deep niggaz\n[00:32.51] Fuck\n[00:33.97] Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n[00:35.42] Come on, come on, right over here\n[00:36.22] Right on\n[00:37.64] There they go, right there\n[00:38.66] That's them right there kid\n[00:40.38] That cat?\n[00:41.59] Word up\n[00:42.38] Aiyyo kid?\n[00:43.02] You're right behind him\n[00:43.92] What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[00:44.88] [The fuck you talkin to?]\n[00:46.98] Talkin to you man!\n[00:47.90] Talkin to you what?\n[00:48.70] [You ain't talkin to me]\n[00:49.56] What the fuck you talkin about?\n[00:50.23] Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[00:51.16] [What? Huh?]\n[00:52.02] *Fight ensues*\n[00:53.75] *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n[00:55.55] Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n[00:56.58] Motherfu...\n[00:57.67] C'mere\n[00:58.56] Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n[00:59.27] Get up\n[01:00.06] Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n[01:00.82] *Gun fires*\n[01:01.41] Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n[01:02.85] Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n[01:05.54] Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n[01:06.28] Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n[01:07.46] Man Son, I'm hit\n[01:10.09] Yo Son?\n[01:10.72] Son I'm hit\n[01:11.58] Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n[01:13.23] Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n[01:16.98] Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n[01:19.06] I'ma throw this shit away man\n[01:20.53] Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n[01:22.87] Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n[01:24.07] Yo Son\n[01:24.95] Get the fuck outta here man\n[01:26.06] Damn Son\n[01:29.06] Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n[01:30.05] Hold that shit Son\n[01:30.96] Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n[01:31.82] [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n[01:32.99] It's the remix Son\n[01:35.83] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:37.55] Check it\n[01:39.34] [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n[01:40.08] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.03] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:43.92] I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n[01:48.14] Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.50] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n[01:52.78] I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n[01:55.47] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.52] Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n[02:03.32] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n[02:05.61] I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.69] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n[02:11.21] Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83] Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.47] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:19.15] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.83] I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n[02:25.13] Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n[02:27.38] [Chorus:]\n[02:28.19] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[02:28.41] Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n[02:29.93] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.76] Dedicated to Up North and down state\n[02:35.26] Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n[02:37.79] Dedicated to projects with black kids\n[02:40.43] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.98] Word up! What the fuck yo?\n[02:44.78] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.46] Word up son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.63] Yeah it's real\n[02:51.33] Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n[02:53.14] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.47] Bulletproof\n[02:56.65] First chamber\n[02:57.79] Yo Chef yo\n[02:58.58] [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n[02:58.83] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n[03:02.16] Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n[03:04.30] True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n[03:07.07] Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n[03:09.18] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.51] Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n[03:14.27] And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n[03:16.00] Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n[03:18.75] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n[03:22.84] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.95] Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:28.07] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:30.17] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n[03:32.94] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.47] And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:38.07] And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:39.98] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[03:41.93] [Outro:]\n[03:43.03] Yeah, for real\n[03:44.78] Murderous material stacked up\n[03:45.86] Peace to mazes, for real\n[03:50.62] Meditating on life\n[03:55.77] Gold, word up y'all\n[04:03.42] Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n[04:08.66] Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n[04:14.80] Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n[04:19.97] Word up\n[04:22.63] Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n[04:29.96] Word up, word up\n[04:31.67] Peace to man woman and child\n[04:33.61] Word up\n[04:36.69] I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n[04:39.43] Project, check it\n[04:40.72] Projects peoples one love\n[04:42.97] Keep your head clear, we out of here\n[04:47.32] We move in silence\n[04:50.83] Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.04] Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n[05:02.83] Yo\n[05:05.39] Fly chicks\n[05:08.89] It's the remix y'all\n[05:15.69] For real, the real side\n[05:16.96] The RZA, check it\n[05:20.56] Razor blade sharp\n[05:22.73] Peace to the Clan\n[05:24.95] No other producer can compare boy\n[05:27.74] WORD UP\n[05:30.62] Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n[05:35.17] For real y'all\n[05:37.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…\n  duration_ms: 340434\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]'\n  start_ms: 1920\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? 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Right here, lights out\n  Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n  Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n  I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n  While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n  YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n  Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n  C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n  Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n  Three deep niggaz\n  Fuck\n  Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n  Come on, come on, right over here\n  Right on\n  There they go, right there\n  That's them right there kid\n  That cat?\n  Word up\n  Aiyyo kid?\n  You're right behind him\n  What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n  [The fuck you talkin to?]\n  Talkin to you man!\n  Talkin to you what?\n  [You ain't talkin to me]\n  What the fuck you talkin about?\n  Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  [What? Huh?]\n  *Fight ensues*\n  *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n  Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  Motherfu...\n  C'mere\n  Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  Get up\n  Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  *Gun fires*\n  Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n  Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  Man Son, I'm hit\n  Yo Son?\n  Son I'm hit\n  Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  I'ma throw this shit away man\n  Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  Yo Son\n  Get the fuck outta here man\n  Damn Son\n  Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  Hold that shit Son\n  Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n  [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's the remix Son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n  Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up! What the fuck yo?\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber\n  Yo Chef yo\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n  It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n  Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n  True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n  Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n  And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n  Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n  [Outro:]\n  Yeah, for real\n  Murderous material stacked up\n  Peace to mazes, for real\n  Meditating on life\n  Gold, word up y'all\n  Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n  Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n  Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n  Word up\n  Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n  Word up, word up\n  Peace to man woman and child\n  Word up\n  I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n  Project, check it\n  Projects peoples one love\n  Keep your head clear, we out of here\n  We move in silence\n  Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n  Yo\n  Fly chicks\n  It's the remix y'all\n  For real, the real side\n  The RZA, check it\n  Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare boy\n  WORD UP\n  Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n  For real y'all\n"},{"id":22826689,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx ... 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Whassup baby?\nAy yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\nI just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\nWhile you're, while you're filmin that shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nDon't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\nThat nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\nYO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\nFuck, we gotta, we gotta go\nC'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\nHold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\nThree deep niggaz\nFuck\nThink niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\nCome on, come on, right over here\nRight on\nThere they go, right there\nThat's them right there kid\nThat cat?\nWord up\nAiyyo kid?\nYou're right behind him\nWhat the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[The fuck you talkin to?]\nTalkin to you man!\nTalkin to you what?\n[You ain't talkin to me]\nWhat the fuck you talkin about?\nYo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[What? Huh?]\n*Fight ensues*\n*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\nAiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\nMotherfu...\nC'mere\nYeah it's my shit, my shit\nGet up\nYo grab that nigga, grab him\n*Gun fires*\nYo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\nGo ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\nOhh shit, ohh shit, yo\nYo man, yo Son I'm hit\nMan Son, I'm hit\nYo Son?\nSon I'm hit\nDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\nAiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\nTake this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\nI'ma throw this shit away man\nGo ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\nMan fuck that, man seventeen Son\nYo Son\nGet the fuck outta here man\nDamn Son\nGo ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\nHold that shit Son\nYo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's the remix Son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\nSpore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\nI put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\nI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\nStumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\nRay Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n[Chorus:]\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\nDedicated to the Gods and Earths\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nDedicated to Up North and down state\nDedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\nDedicated to projects with black kids\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up! What the fuck yo?\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up son, you know how we be on it\nYeah it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber\nYo Chef yo\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon]\nIt started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\nOld folks scream: stop the violence!\nTrue layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\nPlayin nuff crap games for what see?\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\nAnd no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\nMad 10's with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n[Outro:]\nYeah, for real\nMurderous material stacked up\nPeace to mazes, for real\nMeditating on life\nGold, word up y'all\nCrazy fly, dedication, to my people\nWord up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\nPeace to brothers on the Island, up North\nWord up\nStraight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\nWord up, word up\nPeace to man woman and child\nWord up\nI got you covered baby, I'm here for you\nProject, check it\nProjects peoples one love\nKeep your head clear, we out of here\nWe move in silence\nBad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\nBaldheads, braids, blowouts\nYo\nFly chicks\nIt's the remix y'all\nFor real, the real side\nThe RZA, check it\nRazor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare boy\nWORD UP\nBring it, battle, beats all types of shit\nFor real y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92] [Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n[00:02.92] So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n[00:05.35] Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n[00:06.62] Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n[00:07.86] Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n[00:09.60] Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n[00:10.69] I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n[00:13.45] While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n[00:15.88] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.79] Who?\n[00:17.55] Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:20.14] That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n[00:21.74] YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n[00:24.44] Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n[00:26.64] C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n[00:29.08] Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n[00:30.84] Three deep niggaz\n[00:32.51] Fuck\n[00:33.97] Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n[00:35.42] Come on, come on, right over here\n[00:36.22] Right on\n[00:37.64] There they go, right there\n[00:38.66] That's them right there kid\n[00:40.38] That cat?\n[00:41.59] Word up\n[00:42.38] Aiyyo kid?\n[00:43.02] You're right behind him\n[00:43.92] What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[00:44.88] [The fuck you talkin to?]\n[00:46.98] Talkin to you man!\n[00:47.90] Talkin to you what?\n[00:48.70] [You ain't talkin to me]\n[00:49.56] What the fuck you talkin about?\n[00:50.23] Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[00:51.16] [What? Huh?]\n[00:52.02] *Fight ensues*\n[00:53.75] *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n[00:55.55] Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n[00:56.58] Motherfu...\n[00:57.67] C'mere\n[00:58.56] Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n[00:59.27] Get up\n[01:00.06] Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n[01:00.82] *Gun fires*\n[01:01.41] Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n[01:02.85] Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n[01:05.54] Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n[01:06.28] Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n[01:07.46] Man Son, I'm hit\n[01:10.09] Yo Son?\n[01:10.72] Son I'm hit\n[01:11.58] Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n[01:13.23] Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n[01:16.98] Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n[01:19.06] I'ma throw this shit away man\n[01:20.53] Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n[01:22.87] Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n[01:24.07] Yo Son\n[01:24.95] Get the fuck outta here man\n[01:26.06] Damn Son\n[01:29.06] Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n[01:30.05] Hold that shit Son\n[01:30.96] Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n[01:31.82] [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n[01:32.99] It's the remix Son\n[01:35.83] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:37.55] Check it\n[01:39.34] [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n[01:40.08] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.03] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:43.92] I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n[01:48.14] Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.50] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n[01:52.78] I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n[01:55.47] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.52] Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n[02:03.32] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n[02:05.61] I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.69] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n[02:11.21] Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83] Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.47] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:19.15] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.83] I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n[02:25.13] Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n[02:27.38] [Chorus:]\n[02:28.19] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[02:28.41] Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n[02:29.93] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.76] Dedicated to Up North and down state\n[02:35.26] Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n[02:37.79] Dedicated to projects with black kids\n[02:40.43] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.98] Word up! What the fuck yo?\n[02:44.78] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.46] Word up son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.63] Yeah it's real\n[02:51.33] Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n[02:53.14] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.47] Bulletproof\n[02:56.65] First chamber\n[02:57.79] Yo Chef yo\n[02:58.58] [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n[02:58.83] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n[03:02.16] Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n[03:04.30] True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n[03:07.07] Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n[03:09.18] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.51] Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n[03:14.27] And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n[03:16.00] Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n[03:18.75] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n[03:22.84] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.95] Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:28.07] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:30.17] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n[03:32.94] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.47] And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:38.07] And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:39.98] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[03:41.93] [Outro:]\n[03:43.03] Yeah, for real\n[03:44.78] Murderous material stacked up\n[03:45.86] Peace to mazes, for real\n[03:50.62] Meditating on life\n[03:55.77] Gold, word up y'all\n[04:03.42] Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n[04:08.66] Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n[04:14.80] Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n[04:19.97] Word up\n[04:22.63] Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n[04:29.96] Word up, word up\n[04:31.67] Peace to man woman and child\n[04:33.61] Word up\n[04:36.69] I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n[04:39.43] Project, check it\n[04:40.72] Projects peoples one love\n[04:42.97] Keep your head clear, we out of here\n[04:47.32] We move in silence\n[04:50.83] Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.04] Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n[05:02.83] Yo\n[05:05.39] Fly chicks\n[05:08.89] It's the remix y'all\n[05:15.69] For real, the real side\n[05:16.96] The RZA, check it\n[05:20.56] Razor blade sharp\n[05:22.73] Peace to the Clan\n[05:24.95] No other producer can compare boy\n[05:27.74] WORD UP\n[05:30.62] Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n[05:35.17] For real y'all\n[05:37.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx ... 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Right here, lights out\n  Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n  Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n  I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n  While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n  YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n  Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n  C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n  Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n  Three deep niggaz\n  Fuck\n  Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n  Come on, come on, right over here\n  Right on\n  There they go, right there\n  That's them right there kid\n  That cat?\n  Word up\n  Aiyyo kid?\n  You're right behind him\n  What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n  [The fuck you talkin to?]\n  Talkin to you man!\n  Talkin to you what?\n  [You ain't talkin to me]\n  What the fuck you talkin about?\n  Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  [What? Huh?]\n  *Fight ensues*\n  *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n  Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  Motherfu...\n  C'mere\n  Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  Get up\n  Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  *Gun fires*\n  Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n  Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  Man Son, I'm hit\n  Yo Son?\n  Son I'm hit\n  Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  I'ma throw this shit away man\n  Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  Yo Son\n  Get the fuck outta here man\n  Damn Son\n  Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  Hold that shit Son\n  Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n  [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's the remix Son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n  Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up! What the fuck yo?\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber\n  Yo Chef yo\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n  It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n  Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n  True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n  Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n  And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n  Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n  [Outro:]\n  Yeah, for real\n  Murderous material stacked up\n  Peace to mazes, for real\n  Meditating on life\n  Gold, word up y'all\n  Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n  Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n  Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n  Word up\n  Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n  Word up, word up\n  Peace to man woman and child\n  Word up\n  I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n  Project, check it\n  Projects peoples one love\n  Keep your head clear, we out of here\n  We move in silence\n  Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n  Yo\n  Fly chicks\n  It's the remix y'all\n  For real, the real side\n  The RZA, check it\n  Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare boy\n  WORD UP\n  Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n  For real y'all\n"},{"id":22424131,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals","duration":332.669388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n\nSo that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\nYo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\nYo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\nAy ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\nAy yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\nI just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\nWhile you're, while you're filmin that shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nDon't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\nThat nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\nYO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\nFuck, we gotta, we gotta go\nC'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\nHold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\nThree deep niggaz\nFuck\nThink niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\nCome on, come on, right over here\nRight on\nThere they go, right there\nThat's them right there kid\nThat cat?\nWord up\nAiyyo kid?\nYou're right behind him\nWhat the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[The fuck you talkin to?]\nTalkin to you man!\nTalkin to you what?\n[You ain't talkin to me]\nWhat the fuck you talkin about?\nYo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[What? Huh?]\n*Fight ensues*\n*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\nAiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\nMotherfu...\nC'mere\nYeah it's my shit, my shit\nGet up\nYo grab that nigga, grab him\n*Gun fires*\nYo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\nGo ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\nOhh shit, ohh shit, yo\nYo man, yo Son I'm hit\nMan Son, I'm hit\nYo Son?\nSon I'm hit\nDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\nAiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\nTake this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\nI'ma throw this shit away man\nGo ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\nMan fuck that, man seventeen Son\nYo Son\nGet the fuck outta here man\nDamn Son\nGo ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\nHold that shit Son\nYo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's the remix Son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\nSpore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\nI put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\nI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\nStumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\nRay Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n[Chorus:]\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\nDedicated to the Gods and Earths\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nDedicated to Up North and down state\nDedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\nDedicated to projects with black kids\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up! What the fuck yo?\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up son, you know how we be on it\nYeah it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber\nYo Chef yo\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon]\nIt started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\nOld folks scream: stop the violence!\nTrue layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\nPlayin nuff crap games for what see?\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\nAnd no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\nMad 10's with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n[Outro:]\nYeah, for real\nMurderous material stacked up\nPeace to mazes, for real\nMeditating on life\nGold, word up y'all\nCrazy fly, dedication, to my people\nWord up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\nPeace to brothers on the Island, up North\nWord up\nStraight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\nWord up, word up\nPeace to man woman and child\nWord up\nI got you covered baby, I'm here for you\nProject, check it\nProjects peoples one love\nKeep your head clear, we out of here\nWe move in silence\nBad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\nBaldheads, braids, blowouts\nYo\nFly chicks\nIt's the remix y'all\nFor real, the real side\nThe RZA, check it\nRazor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare boy\nWORD UP\nBring it, battle, beats all types of shit\nFor real y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92] [Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n[00:02.92] So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n[00:05.35] Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n[00:06.62] Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n[00:07.86] Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n[00:09.60] Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n[00:10.69] I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n[00:13.45] While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n[00:15.88] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.79] Who?\n[00:17.55] Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:20.14] That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n[00:21.74] YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n[00:24.44] Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n[00:26.64] C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n[00:29.08] Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n[00:30.84] Three deep niggaz\n[00:32.51] Fuck\n[00:33.97] Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n[00:35.42] Come on, come on, right over here\n[00:36.22] Right on\n[00:37.64] There they go, right there\n[00:38.66] That's them right there kid\n[00:40.38] That cat?\n[00:41.59] Word up\n[00:42.38] Aiyyo kid?\n[00:43.02] You're right behind him\n[00:43.92] What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[00:44.88] [The fuck you talkin to?]\n[00:46.98] Talkin to you man!\n[00:47.90] Talkin to you what?\n[00:48.70] [You ain't talkin to me]\n[00:49.56] What the fuck you talkin about?\n[00:50.23] Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[00:51.16] [What? Huh?]\n[00:52.02] *Fight ensues*\n[00:53.75] *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n[00:55.55] Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n[00:56.58] Motherfu...\n[00:57.67] C'mere\n[00:58.56] Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n[00:59.27] Get up\n[01:00.06] Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n[01:00.82] *Gun fires*\n[01:01.41] Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n[01:02.85] Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n[01:05.54] Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n[01:06.28] Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n[01:07.46] Man Son, I'm hit\n[01:10.09] Yo Son?\n[01:10.72] Son I'm hit\n[01:11.58] Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n[01:13.23] Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n[01:16.98] Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n[01:19.06] I'ma throw this shit away man\n[01:20.53] Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n[01:22.87] Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n[01:24.07] Yo Son\n[01:24.95] Get the fuck outta here man\n[01:26.06] Damn Son\n[01:29.06] Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n[01:30.05] Hold that shit Son\n[01:30.96] Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n[01:31.82] [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n[01:32.99] It's the remix Son\n[01:35.83] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:37.55] Check it\n[01:39.34] [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n[01:40.08] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.03] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:43.92] I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n[01:48.14] Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.50] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n[01:52.78] I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n[01:55.47] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.52] Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n[02:03.32] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n[02:05.61] I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.69] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n[02:11.21] Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83] Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.47] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:19.15] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.83] I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n[02:25.13] Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n[02:27.38] [Chorus:]\n[02:28.19] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[02:28.41] Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n[02:29.93] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.76] Dedicated to Up North and down state\n[02:35.26] Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n[02:37.79] Dedicated to projects with black kids\n[02:40.43] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.98] Word up! What the fuck yo?\n[02:44.78] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.46] Word up son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.63] Yeah it's real\n[02:51.33] Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n[02:53.14] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.47] Bulletproof\n[02:56.65] First chamber\n[02:57.79] Yo Chef yo\n[02:58.58] [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n[02:58.83] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n[03:02.16] Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n[03:04.30] True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n[03:07.07] Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n[03:09.18] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.51] Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n[03:14.27] And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n[03:16.00] Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n[03:18.75] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n[03:22.84] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.95] Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:28.07] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:30.17] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n[03:32.94] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.47] And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:38.07] And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:39.98] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[03:41.93] [Outro:]\n[03:43.03] Yeah, for real\n[03:44.78] Murderous material stacked up\n[03:45.86] Peace to mazes, for real\n[03:50.62] Meditating on life\n[03:55.77] Gold, word up y'all\n[04:03.42] Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n[04:08.66] Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n[04:14.80] Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n[04:19.97] Word up\n[04:22.63] Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n[04:29.96] Word up, word up\n[04:31.67] Peace to man woman and child\n[04:33.61] Word up\n[04:36.69] I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n[04:39.43] Project, check it\n[04:40.72] Projects peoples one love\n[04:42.97] Keep your head clear, we out of here\n[04:47.32] We move in silence\n[04:50.83] Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.04] Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n[05:02.83] Yo\n[05:05.39] Fly chicks\n[05:08.89] It's the remix y'all\n[05:15.69] For real, the real side\n[05:16.96] The RZA, check it\n[05:20.56] Razor blade sharp\n[05:22.73] Peace to the Clan\n[05:24.95] No other producer can compare boy\n[05:27.74] WORD UP\n[05:30.62] Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n[05:35.17] For real y'all\n[05:37.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 332669\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]'\n  start_ms: 1920\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n  start_ms: 2920\n  end_ms: 5350\n- text: Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  start_ms: 5350\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 7860\n- text: Ay ay, whassup? 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Huh?\n  start_ms: 43920\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: '[The fuck you talkin to?]'\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 46980\n- text: Talkin to you man!\n  start_ms: 46980\n  end_ms: 47900\n- text: Talkin to you what?\n  start_ms: 47900\n  end_ms: 48700\n- text: '[You ain''t talkin to me]'\n  start_ms: 48700\n  end_ms: 49560\n- text: What the fuck you talkin about?\n  start_ms: 49560\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 51160\n- text: '[What? Huh?]'\n  start_ms: 51160\n  end_ms: 52020\n- text: '*Fight ensues*'\n  start_ms: 52020\n  end_ms: 53750\n- text: '*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?'\n  start_ms: 53750\n  end_ms: 55550\n- text: Aiyyo c'mere! 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Right here, lights out\n  Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n  Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n  I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n  While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n  YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n  Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n  C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n  Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n  Three deep niggaz\n  Fuck\n  Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n  Come on, come on, right over here\n  Right on\n  There they go, right there\n  That's them right there kid\n  That cat?\n  Word up\n  Aiyyo kid?\n  You're right behind him\n  What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n  [The fuck you talkin to?]\n  Talkin to you man!\n  Talkin to you what?\n  [You ain't talkin to me]\n  What the fuck you talkin about?\n  Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  [What? Huh?]\n  *Fight ensues*\n  *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n  Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  Motherfu...\n  C'mere\n  Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  Get up\n  Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  *Gun fires*\n  Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n  Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  Man Son, I'm hit\n  Yo Son?\n  Son I'm hit\n  Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  I'ma throw this shit away man\n  Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  Yo Son\n  Get the fuck outta here man\n  Damn Son\n  Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  Hold that shit Son\n  Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n  [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's the remix Son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n  Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up! What the fuck yo?\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber\n  Yo Chef yo\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n  It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n  Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n  True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n  Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n  And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n  Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n  [Outro:]\n  Yeah, for real\n  Murderous material stacked up\n  Peace to mazes, for real\n  Meditating on life\n  Gold, word up y'all\n  Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n  Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n  Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n  Word up\n  Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n  Word up, word up\n  Peace to man woman and child\n  Word up\n  I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n  Project, check it\n  Projects peoples one love\n  Keep your head clear, we out of here\n  We move in silence\n  Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n  Yo\n  Fly chicks\n  It's the remix y'all\n  For real, the real side\n  The RZA, check it\n  Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare boy\n  WORD UP\n  Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n  For real y'all\n"},{"id":35561189,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple [Remix]","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple [Remix]","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Fresh - Music Inspired By The Film","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n\nSo that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\nYo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\nYo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\nAy ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\nAy yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\nI just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\nWhile you're, while you're filmin that shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nDon't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\nThat nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\nYO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\nFuck, we gotta, we gotta go\nC'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\nHold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\nThree deep niggaz\nFuck\nThink niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\nCome on, come on, right over here\nRight on\nThere they go, right there\nThat's them right there kid\nThat cat?\nWord up\nAiyyo kid?\nYou're right behind him\nWhat the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[The fuck you talkin to?]\nTalkin to you man!\nTalkin to you what?\n[You ain't talkin to me]\nWhat the fuck you talkin about?\nYo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[What? Huh?]\n*Fight ensues*\n*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\nAiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\nMotherfu...\nC'mere\nYeah it's my shit, my shit\nGet up\nYo grab that nigga, grab him\n*Gun fires*\nYo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\nGo ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\nOhh shit, ohh shit, yo\nYo man, yo Son I'm hit\nMan Son, I'm hit\nYo Son?\nSon I'm hit\nDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\nAiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\nTake this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\nI'ma throw this shit away man\nGo ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\nMan fuck that, man seventeen Son\nYo Son\nGet the fuck outta here man\nDamn Son\nGo ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\nHold that shit Son\nYo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's the remix Son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\nSpore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\nI put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\nI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\nStumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\nRay Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n[Chorus:]\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\nDedicated to the Gods and Earths\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nDedicated to Up North and down state\nDedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\nDedicated to projects with black kids\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up! What the fuck yo?\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up son, you know how we be on it\nYeah it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber\nYo Chef yo\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon]\nIt started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\nOld folks scream: stop the violence!\nTrue layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\nPlayin nuff crap games for what see?\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\nAnd no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\nMad 10's with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n[Outro:]\nYeah, for real\nMurderous material stacked up\nPeace to mazes, for real\nMeditating on life\nGold, word up y'all\nCrazy fly, dedication, to my people\nWord up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\nPeace to brothers on the Island, up North\nWord up\nStraight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\nWord up, word up\nPeace to man woman and child\nWord up\nI got you covered baby, I'm here for you\nProject, check it\nProjects peoples one love\nKeep your head clear, we out of here\nWe move in silence\nBad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\nBaldheads, braids, blowouts\nYo\nFly chicks\nIt's the remix y'all\nFor real, the real side\nThe RZA, check it\nRazor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare boy\nWORD UP\nBring it, battle, beats all types of shit\nFor real y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92] [Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n[00:02.92] So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n[00:05.35] Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n[00:06.62] Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n[00:07.86] Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n[00:09.60] Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n[00:10.69] I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n[00:13.45] While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n[00:15.88] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.79] Who?\n[00:17.55] Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:20.14] That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n[00:21.74] YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n[00:24.44] Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n[00:26.64] C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n[00:29.08] Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n[00:30.84] Three deep niggaz\n[00:32.51] Fuck\n[00:33.97] Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n[00:35.42] Come on, come on, right over here\n[00:36.22] Right on\n[00:37.64] There they go, right there\n[00:38.66] That's them right there kid\n[00:40.38] That cat?\n[00:41.59] Word up\n[00:42.38] Aiyyo kid?\n[00:43.02] You're right behind him\n[00:43.92] What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[00:44.88] [The fuck you talkin to?]\n[00:46.98] Talkin to you man!\n[00:47.90] Talkin to you what?\n[00:48.70] [You ain't talkin to me]\n[00:49.56] What the fuck you talkin about?\n[00:50.23] Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[00:51.16] [What? Huh?]\n[00:52.02] *Fight ensues*\n[00:53.75] *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n[00:55.55] Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n[00:56.58] Motherfu...\n[00:57.67] C'mere\n[00:58.56] Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n[00:59.27] Get up\n[01:00.06] Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n[01:00.82] *Gun fires*\n[01:01.41] Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n[01:02.85] Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n[01:05.54] Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n[01:06.28] Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n[01:07.46] Man Son, I'm hit\n[01:10.09] Yo Son?\n[01:10.72] Son I'm hit\n[01:11.58] Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n[01:13.23] Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n[01:16.98] Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n[01:19.06] I'ma throw this shit away man\n[01:20.53] Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n[01:22.87] Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n[01:24.07] Yo Son\n[01:24.95] Get the fuck outta here man\n[01:26.06] Damn Son\n[01:29.06] Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n[01:30.05] Hold that shit Son\n[01:30.96] Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n[01:31.82] [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n[01:32.99] It's the remix Son\n[01:35.83] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:37.55] Check it\n[01:39.34] [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n[01:40.08] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.03] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:43.92] I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n[01:48.14] Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.50] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n[01:52.78] I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n[01:55.47] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.52] Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n[02:03.32] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n[02:05.61] I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.69] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n[02:11.21] Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83] Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.47] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:19.15] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.83] I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n[02:25.13] Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n[02:27.38] [Chorus:]\n[02:28.19] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[02:28.41] Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n[02:29.93] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.76] Dedicated to Up North and down state\n[02:35.26] Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n[02:37.79] Dedicated to projects with black kids\n[02:40.43] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.98] Word up! What the fuck yo?\n[02:44.78] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.46] Word up son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.63] Yeah it's real\n[02:51.33] Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n[02:53.14] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.47] Bulletproof\n[02:56.65] First chamber\n[02:57.79] Yo Chef yo\n[02:58.58] [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n[02:58.83] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n[03:02.16] Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n[03:04.30] True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n[03:07.07] Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n[03:09.18] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.51] Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n[03:14.27] And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n[03:16.00] Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n[03:18.75] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n[03:22.84] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.95] Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:28.07] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:30.17] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n[03:32.94] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.47] And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:38.07] And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:39.98] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[03:41.93] [Outro:]\n[03:43.03] Yeah, for real\n[03:44.78] Murderous material stacked up\n[03:45.86] Peace to mazes, for real\n[03:50.62] Meditating on life\n[03:55.77] Gold, word up y'all\n[04:03.42] Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n[04:08.66] Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n[04:14.80] Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n[04:19.97] Word up\n[04:22.63] Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n[04:29.96] Word up, word up\n[04:31.67] Peace to man woman and child\n[04:33.61] Word up\n[04:36.69] I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n[04:39.43] Project, check it\n[04:40.72] Projects peoples one love\n[04:42.97] Keep your head clear, we out of here\n[04:47.32] We move in silence\n[04:50.83] Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.04] Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n[05:02.83] Yo\n[05:05.39] Fly chicks\n[05:08.89] It's the remix y'all\n[05:15.69] For real, the real side\n[05:16.96] The RZA, check it\n[05:20.56] Razor blade sharp\n[05:22.73] Peace to the Clan\n[05:24.95] No other producer can compare boy\n[05:27.74] WORD UP\n[05:30.62] Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n[05:35.17] For real y'all\n[05:37.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple [Remix]\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Fresh - Music Inspired By The Film\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]'\n  start_ms: 1920\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n  start_ms: 2920\n  end_ms: 5350\n- text: Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  start_ms: 5350\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 7860\n- text: Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n  start_ms: 7860\n  end_ms: 9600\n- text: Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n  start_ms: 9600\n  end_ms: 10690\n- text: I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n  start_ms: 10690\n  end_ms: 13450\n- text: While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n  start_ms: 13450\n  end_ms: 15880\n- text: I know he ain't down with your team\n  start_ms: 15880\n  end_ms: 16790\n- text: Who?\n  start_ms: 16790\n  end_ms: 17550\n- text: Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  start_ms: 17550\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 21740\n- text: YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n  start_ms: 21740\n  end_ms: 24440\n- text: Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n  start_ms: 24440\n  end_ms: 26640\n- text: C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n  start_ms: 26640\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30840\n- text: Three deep niggaz\n  start_ms: 30840\n  end_ms: 32510\n- text: Fuck\n  start_ms: 32510\n  end_ms: 33970\n- text: Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n  start_ms: 33970\n  end_ms: 35420\n- text: Come on, come on, right over here\n  start_ms: 35420\n  end_ms: 36220\n- text: Right on\n  start_ms: 36220\n  end_ms: 37640\n- text: There they go, right there\n  start_ms: 37640\n  end_ms: 38660\n- text: That's them right there kid\n  start_ms: 38660\n  end_ms: 40380\n- text: That cat?\n  start_ms: 40380\n  end_ms: 41590\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 41590\n  end_ms: 42380\n- text: Aiyyo kid?\n  start_ms: 42380\n  end_ms: 43020\n- text: You're right behind him\n  start_ms: 43020\n  end_ms: 43920\n- text: What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n  start_ms: 43920\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: '[The fuck you talkin to?]'\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 46980\n- text: Talkin to you man!\n  start_ms: 46980\n  end_ms: 47900\n- text: Talkin to you what?\n  start_ms: 47900\n  end_ms: 48700\n- text: '[You ain''t talkin to me]'\n  start_ms: 48700\n  end_ms: 49560\n- text: What the fuck you talkin about?\n  start_ms: 49560\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 51160\n- text: '[What? Huh?]'\n  start_ms: 51160\n  end_ms: 52020\n- text: '*Fight ensues*'\n  start_ms: 52020\n  end_ms: 53750\n- text: '*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?'\n  start_ms: 53750\n  end_ms: 55550\n- text: Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  start_ms: 55550\n  end_ms: 56580\n- text: Motherfu...\n  start_ms: 56580\n  end_ms: 57670\n- text: C'mere\n  start_ms: 57670\n  end_ms: 58560\n- text: Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  start_ms: 58560\n  end_ms: 59270\n- text: Get up\n  start_ms: 59270\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 60820\n- text: '*Gun fires*'\n  start_ms: 60820\n  end_ms: 61410\n- text: Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  start_ms: 61410\n  end_ms: 62850\n- text: Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n  start_ms: 62850\n  end_ms: 65540\n- text: Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  start_ms: 65540\n  end_ms: 66280\n- text: Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  start_ms: 66280\n  end_ms: 67460\n- text: Man Son, I'm hit\n  start_ms: 67460\n  end_ms: 70090\n- text: Yo Son?\n  start_ms: 70090\n  end_ms: 70720\n- text: Son I'm hit\n  start_ms: 70720\n  end_ms: 71580\n- text: Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  start_ms: 71580\n  end_ms: 73230\n- text: Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  start_ms: 73230\n  end_ms: 76980\n- text: Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  start_ms: 76980\n  end_ms: 79060\n- text: I'ma throw this shit away man\n  start_ms: 79060\n  end_ms: 80530\n- text: Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  start_ms: 80530\n  end_ms: 82870\n- text: Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  start_ms: 82870\n  end_ms: 84070\n- text: Yo Son\n  start_ms: 84070\n  end_ms: 84950\n- text: Get the fuck outta here man\n  start_ms: 84950\n  end_ms: 86060\n- text: Damn Son\n  start_ms: 86060\n  end_ms: 89060\n- text: Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  start_ms: 89060\n  end_ms: 90050\n- text: Hold that shit Son\n  start_ms: 90050\n  end_ms: 90960\n- text: Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n  start_ms: 90960\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]'\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 92990\n- text: It's the remix Son\n  start_ms: 92990\n  end_ms: 95830\n- text: Can it be, act like you know\n  start_ms: 95830\n  end_ms: 97550\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 97550\n  end_ms: 99340\n- text: '[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]'\n  start_ms: 99340\n  end_ms: 100080\n- text: Yo, check what happened out of state\n  start_ms: 100080\n  end_ms: 101030\n- text: I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  start_ms: 101030\n  end_ms: 103920\n- text: I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  start_ms: 103920\n  end_ms: 108140\n- text: Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  start_ms: 108140\n  end_ms: 110500\n- text: Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  start_ms: 110500\n  end_ms: 112780\n- text: I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  start_ms: 112780\n  end_ms: 115470\n- text: I hung around the big time bosses\n  start_ms: 115470\n  end_ms: 117520\n- text: Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  start_ms: 117520\n  end_ms: 120730\n- text: Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  start_ms: 120730\n  end_ms: 123320\n- text: Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  start_ms: 123320\n  end_ms: 125610\n- text: I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  start_ms: 125610\n  end_ms: 128690\n- text: And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  start_ms: 128690\n  end_ms: 131210\n- text: Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  start_ms: 131210\n  end_ms: 133830\n- text: Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  start_ms: 133830\n  end_ms: 136470\n- text: Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  start_ms: 136470\n  end_ms: 139150\n- text: Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  start_ms: 139150\n  end_ms: 141830\n- text: I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  start_ms: 141830\n  end_ms: 145130\n- text: Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n  start_ms: 145130\n  end_ms: 147380\n- text: '[Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 147380\n  end_ms: 148190\n- text: '{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}'\n  start_ms: 148190\n  end_ms: 148410\n- text: Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  start_ms: 148410\n  end_ms: 149930\n- text: Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  start_ms: 149930\n  end_ms: 152760\n- text: Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  start_ms: 152760\n  end_ms: 155260\n- text: Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  start_ms: 155260\n  end_ms: 157790\n- text: Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  start_ms: 157790\n  end_ms: 160430\n- text: Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n  start_ms: 160430\n  end_ms: 162980\n- text: Word up! What the fuck yo?\n  start_ms: 162980\n  end_ms: 164780\n- text: We taking you on another chamber\n  start_ms: 164780\n  end_ms: 167460\n- text: Word up son, you know how we be on it\n  start_ms: 167460\n  end_ms: 169630\n- text: Yeah it's real\n  start_ms: 169630\n  end_ms: 171330\n- text: Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n  start_ms: 171330\n  end_ms: 173140\n- text: I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  start_ms: 173140\n  end_ms: 175470\n- text: Bulletproof\n  start_ms: 175470\n  end_ms: 176650\n- text: First chamber\n  start_ms: 176650\n  end_ms: 177790\n- text: Yo Chef yo\n  start_ms: 177790\n  end_ms: 178580\n- text: '[Verse Two: Raekwon]'\n  start_ms: 178580\n  end_ms: 178830\n- text: It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n  start_ms: 178830\n  end_ms: 182160\n- text: 'Old folks scream: stop the violence!'\n  start_ms: 182160\n  end_ms: 184300\n- text: True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n  start_ms: 184300\n  end_ms: 187070\n- text: Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n  start_ms: 187070\n  end_ms: 189180\n- text: Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  start_ms: 189180\n  end_ms: 191510\n- text: Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n  start_ms: 191510\n  end_ms: 194270\n- text: And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n  start_ms: 194270\n  end_ms: 196000\n- text: Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n  start_ms: 196000\n  end_ms: 198750\n- text: Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n  start_ms: 198750\n  end_ms: 202840\n- text: I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  start_ms: 202840\n  end_ms: 204950\n- text: Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  start_ms: 204950\n  end_ms: 208070\n- text: God forbid I lay in the casket\n  start_ms: 208070\n  end_ms: 210170\n- text: But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n  start_ms: 210170\n  end_ms: 212940\n- text: I wash my mouth out with soap\n  start_ms: 212940\n  end_ms: 215470\n- text: And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  start_ms: 215470\n  end_ms: 218070\n- text: And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n  start_ms: 218070\n  end_ms: 219980\n- text: '{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}'\n  start_ms: 219980\n  end_ms: 221930\n- text: '[Outro:]'\n  start_ms: 221930\n  end_ms: 223030\n- text: Yeah, for real\n  start_ms: 223030\n  end_ms: 224780\n- text: Murderous material stacked up\n  start_ms: 224780\n  end_ms: 225860\n- text: Peace to mazes, for real\n  start_ms: 225860\n  end_ms: 230620\n- text: Meditating on life\n  start_ms: 230620\n  end_ms: 235770\n- text: Gold, word up y'all\n  start_ms: 235770\n  end_ms: 243420\n- text: Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n  start_ms: 243420\n  end_ms: 248660\n- text: Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n  start_ms: 248660\n  end_ms: 254800\n- text: Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n  start_ms: 254800\n  end_ms: 259970\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 259970\n  end_ms: 262630\n- text: Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n  start_ms: 262630\n  end_ms: 269960\n- text: Word up, word up\n  start_ms: 269960\n  end_ms: 271670\n- text: Peace to man woman and child\n  start_ms: 271670\n  end_ms: 273610\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 273610\n  end_ms: 276690\n- text: I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n  start_ms: 276690\n  end_ms: 279430\n- text: Project, check it\n  start_ms: 279430\n  end_ms: 280720\n- text: Projects peoples one love\n  start_ms: 280720\n  end_ms: 282970\n- text: Keep your head clear, we out of here\n  start_ms: 282970\n  end_ms: 287320\n- text: We move in silence\n  start_ms: 287320\n  end_ms: 290830\n- text: Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n  start_ms: 290830\n  end_ms: 298040\n- text: Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n  start_ms: 298040\n  end_ms: 302830\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 302830\n  end_ms: 305390\n- text: Fly chicks\n  start_ms: 305390\n  end_ms: 308890\n- text: It's the remix y'all\n  start_ms: 308890\n  end_ms: 315690\n- text: For real, the real side\n  start_ms: 315690\n  end_ms: 316960\n- text: The RZA, check it\n  start_ms: 316960\n  end_ms: 320560\n- text: Razor blade sharp\n  start_ms: 320560\n  end_ms: 322730\n- text: Peace to the Clan\n  start_ms: 322730\n  end_ms: 324950\n- text: No other producer can compare boy\n  start_ms: 324950\n  end_ms: 327740\n- text: WORD UP\n  start_ms: 327740\n  end_ms: 330620\n- text: Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n  start_ms: 330620\n  end_ms: 335170\n- text: For real y'all\n  start_ms: 335170\n  end_ms: 337080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 337080\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n\n  So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n  Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n  Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n  I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n  While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n  YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n  Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n  C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n  Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n  Three deep niggaz\n  Fuck\n  Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n  Come on, come on, right over here\n  Right on\n  There they go, right there\n  That's them right there kid\n  That cat?\n  Word up\n  Aiyyo kid?\n  You're right behind him\n  What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n  [The fuck you talkin to?]\n  Talkin to you man!\n  Talkin to you what?\n  [You ain't talkin to me]\n  What the fuck you talkin about?\n  Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  [What? Huh?]\n  *Fight ensues*\n  *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n  Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  Motherfu...\n  C'mere\n  Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  Get up\n  Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  *Gun fires*\n  Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n  Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  Man Son, I'm hit\n  Yo Son?\n  Son I'm hit\n  Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  I'ma throw this shit away man\n  Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  Yo Son\n  Get the fuck outta here man\n  Damn Son\n  Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  Hold that shit Son\n  Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n  [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's the remix Son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n  Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up! What the fuck yo?\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber\n  Yo Chef yo\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n  It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n  Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n  True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n  Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n  And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n  Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n  [Outro:]\n  Yeah, for real\n  Murderous material stacked up\n  Peace to mazes, for real\n  Meditating on life\n  Gold, word up y'all\n  Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n  Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n  Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n  Word up\n  Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n  Word up, word up\n  Peace to man woman and child\n  Word up\n  I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n  Project, check it\n  Projects peoples one love\n  Keep your head clear, we out of here\n  We move in silence\n  Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n  Yo\n  Fly chicks\n  It's the remix y'all\n  For real, the real side\n  The RZA, check it\n  Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare boy\n  WORD UP\n  Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n  For real y'all\n"},{"id":28896875,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Legend Of The Wu-Tang: Wu-Tang Clan's Greatest Hits","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n\nSo that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\nYo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\nYo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\nAy ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\nAy yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\nI just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\nWhile you're, while you're filmin that shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nDon't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\nThat nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\nYO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\nFuck, we gotta, we gotta go\nC'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\nHold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\nThree deep niggaz\nFuck\nThink niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\nCome on, come on, right over here\nRight on\nThere they go, right there\nThat's them right there kid\nThat cat?\nWord up\nAiyyo kid?\nYou're right behind him\nWhat the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[The fuck you talkin to?]\nTalkin to you man!\nTalkin to you what?\n[You ain't talkin to me]\nWhat the fuck you talkin about?\nYo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[What? Huh?]\n*Fight ensues*\n*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\nAiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\nMotherfu...\nC'mere\nYeah it's my shit, my shit\nGet up\nYo grab that nigga, grab him\n*Gun fires*\nYo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\nGo ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\nOhh shit, ohh shit, yo\nYo man, yo Son I'm hit\nMan Son, I'm hit\nYo Son?\nSon I'm hit\nDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\nAiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\nTake this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\nI'ma throw this shit away man\nGo ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\nMan fuck that, man seventeen Son\nYo Son\nGet the fuck outta here man\nDamn Son\nGo ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\nHold that shit Son\nYo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's the remix Son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\nSpore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\nI put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\nI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\nStumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\nRay Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n[Chorus:]\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\nDedicated to the Gods and Earths\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nDedicated to Up North and down state\nDedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\nDedicated to projects with black kids\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up! What the fuck yo?\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up son, you know how we be on it\nYeah it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber\nYo Chef yo\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon]\nIt started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\nOld folks scream: stop the violence!\nTrue layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\nPlayin nuff crap games for what see?\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\nAnd no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\nMad 10's with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n[Outro:]\nYeah, for real\nMurderous material stacked up\nPeace to mazes, for real\nMeditating on life\nGold, word up y'all\nCrazy fly, dedication, to my people\nWord up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\nPeace to brothers on the Island, up North\nWord up\nStraight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\nWord up, word up\nPeace to man woman and child\nWord up\nI got you covered baby, I'm here for you\nProject, check it\nProjects peoples one love\nKeep your head clear, we out of here\nWe move in silence\nBad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\nBaldheads, braids, blowouts\nYo\nFly chicks\nIt's the remix y'all\nFor real, the real side\nThe RZA, check it\nRazor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare boy\nWORD UP\nBring it, battle, beats all types of shit\nFor real y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92] [Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n[00:02.92] So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n[00:05.35] Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n[00:06.62] Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n[00:07.86] Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n[00:09.60] Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n[00:10.69] I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n[00:13.45] While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n[00:15.88] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.79] Who?\n[00:17.55] Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:20.14] That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n[00:21.74] YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n[00:24.44] Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n[00:26.64] C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n[00:29.08] Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n[00:30.84] Three deep niggaz\n[00:32.51] Fuck\n[00:33.97] Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n[00:35.42] Come on, come on, right over here\n[00:36.22] Right on\n[00:37.64] There they go, right there\n[00:38.66] That's them right there kid\n[00:40.38] That cat?\n[00:41.59] Word up\n[00:42.38] Aiyyo kid?\n[00:43.02] You're right behind him\n[00:43.92] What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[00:44.88] [The fuck you talkin to?]\n[00:46.98] Talkin to you man!\n[00:47.90] Talkin to you what?\n[00:48.70] [You ain't talkin to me]\n[00:49.56] What the fuck you talkin about?\n[00:50.23] Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[00:51.16] [What? Huh?]\n[00:52.02] *Fight ensues*\n[00:53.75] *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n[00:55.55] Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n[00:56.58] Motherfu...\n[00:57.67] C'mere\n[00:58.56] Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n[00:59.27] Get up\n[01:00.06] Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n[01:00.82] *Gun fires*\n[01:01.41] Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n[01:02.85] Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n[01:05.54] Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n[01:06.28] Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n[01:07.46] Man Son, I'm hit\n[01:10.09] Yo Son?\n[01:10.72] Son I'm hit\n[01:11.58] Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n[01:13.23] Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n[01:16.98] Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n[01:19.06] I'ma throw this shit away man\n[01:20.53] Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n[01:22.87] Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n[01:24.07] Yo Son\n[01:24.95] Get the fuck outta here man\n[01:26.06] Damn Son\n[01:29.06] Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n[01:30.05] Hold that shit Son\n[01:30.96] Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n[01:31.82] [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n[01:32.99] It's the remix Son\n[01:35.83] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:37.55] Check it\n[01:39.34] [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n[01:40.08] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.03] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:43.92] I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n[01:48.14] Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.50] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n[01:52.78] I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n[01:55.47] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.52] Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n[02:03.32] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n[02:05.61] I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.69] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n[02:11.21] Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83] Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.47] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:19.15] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.83] I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n[02:25.13] Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n[02:27.38] [Chorus:]\n[02:28.19] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[02:28.41] Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n[02:29.93] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.76] Dedicated to Up North and down state\n[02:35.26] Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n[02:37.79] Dedicated to projects with black kids\n[02:40.43] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.98] Word up! What the fuck yo?\n[02:44.78] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.46] Word up son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.63] Yeah it's real\n[02:51.33] Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n[02:53.14] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.47] Bulletproof\n[02:56.65] First chamber\n[02:57.79] Yo Chef yo\n[02:58.58] [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n[02:58.83] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n[03:02.16] Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n[03:04.30] True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n[03:07.07] Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n[03:09.18] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.51] Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n[03:14.27] And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n[03:16.00] Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n[03:18.75] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n[03:22.84] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.95] Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:28.07] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:30.17] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n[03:32.94] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.47] And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:38.07] And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:39.98] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[03:41.93] [Outro:]\n[03:43.03] Yeah, for real\n[03:44.78] Murderous material stacked up\n[03:45.86] Peace to mazes, for real\n[03:50.62] Meditating on life\n[03:55.77] Gold, word up y'all\n[04:03.42] Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n[04:08.66] Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n[04:14.80] Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n[04:19.97] Word up\n[04:22.63] Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n[04:29.96] Word up, word up\n[04:31.67] Peace to man woman and child\n[04:33.61] Word up\n[04:36.69] I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n[04:39.43] Project, check it\n[04:40.72] Projects peoples one love\n[04:42.97] Keep your head clear, we out of here\n[04:47.32] We move in silence\n[04:50.83] Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.04] Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n[05:02.83] Yo\n[05:05.39] Fly chicks\n[05:08.89] It's the remix y'all\n[05:15.69] For real, the real side\n[05:16.96] The RZA, check it\n[05:20.56] Razor blade sharp\n[05:22.73] Peace to the Clan\n[05:24.95] No other producer can compare boy\n[05:27.74] WORD UP\n[05:30.62] Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n[05:35.17] For real y'all\n[05:37.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: 'Legend Of The Wu-Tang: Wu-Tang Clan''s Greatest Hits'\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]'\n  start_ms: 1920\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? 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Right here, lights out\n  Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n  Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n  I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n  While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n  YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n  Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n  C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n  Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n  Three deep niggaz\n  Fuck\n  Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n  Come on, come on, right over here\n  Right on\n  There they go, right there\n  That's them right there kid\n  That cat?\n  Word up\n  Aiyyo kid?\n  You're right behind him\n  What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n  [The fuck you talkin to?]\n  Talkin to you man!\n  Talkin to you what?\n  [You ain't talkin to me]\n  What the fuck you talkin about?\n  Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  [What? Huh?]\n  *Fight ensues*\n  *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n  Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  Motherfu...\n  C'mere\n  Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  Get up\n  Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  *Gun fires*\n  Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n  Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  Man Son, I'm hit\n  Yo Son?\n  Son I'm hit\n  Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  I'ma throw this shit away man\n  Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  Yo Son\n  Get the fuck outta here man\n  Damn Son\n  Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  Hold that shit Son\n  Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n  [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's the remix Son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n  Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up! What the fuck yo?\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber\n  Yo Chef yo\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n  It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n  Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n  True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n  Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n  And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n  Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n  [Outro:]\n  Yeah, for real\n  Murderous material stacked up\n  Peace to mazes, for real\n  Meditating on life\n  Gold, word up y'all\n  Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n  Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n  Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n  Word up\n  Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n  Word up, word up\n  Peace to man woman and child\n  Word up\n  I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n  Project, check it\n  Projects peoples one love\n  Keep your head clear, we out of here\n  We move in silence\n  Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n  Yo\n  Fly chicks\n  It's the remix y'all\n  For real, the real side\n  The RZA, check it\n  Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare boy\n  WORD UP\n  Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n  For real y'all\n"},{"id":27640862,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built For Cuban Linx","duration":338.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n\nSo that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\nYo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\nYo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\nAy ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\nAy yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\nI just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\nWhile you're, while you're filmin that shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nDon't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\nThat nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\nYO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\nFuck, we gotta, we gotta go\nC'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\nHold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\nThree deep niggaz\nFuck\nThink niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\nCome on, come on, right over here\nRight on\nThere they go, right there\nThat's them right there kid\nThat cat?\nWord up\nAiyyo kid?\nYou're right behind him\nWhat the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[The fuck you talkin to?]\nTalkin to you man!\nTalkin to you what?\n[You ain't talkin to me]\nWhat the fuck you talkin about?\nYo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[What? Huh?]\n*Fight ensues*\n*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\nAiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\nMotherfu...\nC'mere\nYeah it's my shit, my shit\nGet up\nYo grab that nigga, grab him\n*Gun fires*\nYo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\nGo ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\nOhh shit, ohh shit, yo\nYo man, yo Son I'm hit\nMan Son, I'm hit\nYo Son?\nSon I'm hit\nDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\nAiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\nTake this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\nI'ma throw this shit away man\nGo ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\nMan fuck that, man seventeen Son\nYo Son\nGet the fuck outta here man\nDamn Son\nGo ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\nHold that shit Son\nYo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's the remix Son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\nSpore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\nI put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\nI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\nStumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\nRay Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n[Chorus:]\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\nDedicated to the Gods and Earths\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nDedicated to Up North and down state\nDedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\nDedicated to projects with black kids\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up! What the fuck yo?\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up son, you know how we be on it\nYeah it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber\nYo Chef yo\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon]\nIt started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\nOld folks scream: stop the violence!\nTrue layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\nPlayin nuff crap games for what see?\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\nAnd no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\nMad 10's with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n[Outro:]\nYeah, for real\nMurderous material stacked up\nPeace to mazes, for real\nMeditating on life\nGold, word up y'all\nCrazy fly, dedication, to my people\nWord up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\nPeace to brothers on the Island, up North\nWord up\nStraight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\nWord up, word up\nPeace to man woman and child\nWord up\nI got you covered baby, I'm here for you\nProject, check it\nProjects peoples one love\nKeep your head clear, we out of here\nWe move in silence\nBad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\nBaldheads, braids, blowouts\nYo\nFly chicks\nIt's the remix y'all\nFor real, the real side\nThe RZA, check it\nRazor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare boy\nWORD UP\nBring it, battle, beats all types of shit\nFor real y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92] [Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n[00:02.92] So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n[00:05.35] Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n[00:06.62] Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n[00:07.86] Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n[00:09.60] Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n[00:10.69] I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n[00:13.45] While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n[00:15.88] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.79] Who?\n[00:17.55] Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:20.14] That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n[00:21.74] YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n[00:24.44] Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n[00:26.64] C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n[00:29.08] Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n[00:30.84] Three deep niggaz\n[00:32.51] Fuck\n[00:33.97] Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n[00:35.42] Come on, come on, right over here\n[00:36.22] Right on\n[00:37.64] There they go, right there\n[00:38.66] That's them right there kid\n[00:40.38] That cat?\n[00:41.59] Word up\n[00:42.38] Aiyyo kid?\n[00:43.02] You're right behind him\n[00:43.92] What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[00:44.88] [The fuck you talkin to?]\n[00:46.98] Talkin to you man!\n[00:47.90] Talkin to you what?\n[00:48.70] [You ain't talkin to me]\n[00:49.56] What the fuck you talkin about?\n[00:50.23] Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[00:51.16] [What? Huh?]\n[00:52.02] *Fight ensues*\n[00:53.75] *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n[00:55.55] Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n[00:56.58] Motherfu...\n[00:57.67] C'mere\n[00:58.56] Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n[00:59.27] Get up\n[01:00.06] Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n[01:00.82] *Gun fires*\n[01:01.41] Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n[01:02.85] Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n[01:05.54] Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n[01:06.28] Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n[01:07.46] Man Son, I'm hit\n[01:10.09] Yo Son?\n[01:10.72] Son I'm hit\n[01:11.58] Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n[01:13.23] Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n[01:16.98] Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n[01:19.06] I'ma throw this shit away man\n[01:20.53] Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n[01:22.87] Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n[01:24.07] Yo Son\n[01:24.95] Get the fuck outta here man\n[01:26.06] Damn Son\n[01:29.06] Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n[01:30.05] Hold that shit Son\n[01:30.96] Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n[01:31.82] [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n[01:32.99] It's the remix Son\n[01:35.83] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:37.55] Check it\n[01:39.34] [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n[01:40.08] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.03] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:43.92] I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n[01:48.14] Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.50] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n[01:52.78] I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n[01:55.47] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.52] Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n[02:03.32] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n[02:05.61] I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.69] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n[02:11.21] Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83] Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.47] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:19.15] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.83] I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n[02:25.13] Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n[02:27.38] [Chorus:]\n[02:28.19] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[02:28.41] Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n[02:29.93] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.76] Dedicated to Up North and down state\n[02:35.26] Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n[02:37.79] Dedicated to projects with black kids\n[02:40.43] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.98] Word up! What the fuck yo?\n[02:44.78] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.46] Word up son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.63] Yeah it's real\n[02:51.33] Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n[02:53.14] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.47] Bulletproof\n[02:56.65] First chamber\n[02:57.79] Yo Chef yo\n[02:58.58] [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n[02:58.83] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n[03:02.16] Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n[03:04.30] True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n[03:07.07] Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n[03:09.18] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.51] Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n[03:14.27] And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n[03:16.00] Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n[03:18.75] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n[03:22.84] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.95] Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:28.07] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:30.17] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n[03:32.94] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.47] And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:38.07] And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:39.98] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[03:41.93] [Outro:]\n[03:43.03] Yeah, for real\n[03:44.78] Murderous material stacked up\n[03:45.86] Peace to mazes, for real\n[03:50.62] Meditating on life\n[03:55.77] Gold, word up y'all\n[04:03.42] Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n[04:08.66] Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n[04:14.80] Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n[04:19.97] Word up\n[04:22.63] Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n[04:29.96] Word up, word up\n[04:31.67] Peace to man woman and child\n[04:33.61] Word up\n[04:36.69] I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n[04:39.43] Project, check it\n[04:40.72] Projects peoples one love\n[04:42.97] Keep your head clear, we out of here\n[04:47.32] We move in silence\n[04:50.83] Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.04] Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n[05:02.83] Yo\n[05:05.39] Fly chicks\n[05:08.89] It's the remix y'all\n[05:15.69] For real, the real side\n[05:16.96] The RZA, check it\n[05:20.56] Razor blade sharp\n[05:22.73] Peace to the Clan\n[05:24.95] No other producer can compare boy\n[05:27.74] WORD UP\n[05:30.62] Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n[05:35.17] For real y'all\n[05:37.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built For Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 338000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]'\n  start_ms: 1920\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n  start_ms: 2920\n  end_ms: 5350\n- text: Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  start_ms: 5350\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 7860\n- text: Ay ay, whassup? 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Huh?\n  start_ms: 43920\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: '[The fuck you talkin to?]'\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 46980\n- text: Talkin to you man!\n  start_ms: 46980\n  end_ms: 47900\n- text: Talkin to you what?\n  start_ms: 47900\n  end_ms: 48700\n- text: '[You ain''t talkin to me]'\n  start_ms: 48700\n  end_ms: 49560\n- text: What the fuck you talkin about?\n  start_ms: 49560\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 51160\n- text: '[What? Huh?]'\n  start_ms: 51160\n  end_ms: 52020\n- text: '*Fight ensues*'\n  start_ms: 52020\n  end_ms: 53750\n- text: '*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?'\n  start_ms: 53750\n  end_ms: 55550\n- text: Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  start_ms: 55550\n  end_ms: 56580\n- text: Motherfu...\n  start_ms: 56580\n  end_ms: 57670\n- text: C'mere\n  start_ms: 57670\n  end_ms: 58560\n- text: Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  start_ms: 58560\n  end_ms: 59270\n- text: Get up\n  start_ms: 59270\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 60820\n- text: '*Gun fires*'\n  start_ms: 60820\n  end_ms: 61410\n- text: Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  start_ms: 61410\n  end_ms: 62850\n- text: Go ahead! Get him! 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Right here, lights out\n  Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n  Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n  I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n  While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n  YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n  Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n  C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n  Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n  Three deep niggaz\n  Fuck\n  Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n  Come on, come on, right over here\n  Right on\n  There they go, right there\n  That's them right there kid\n  That cat?\n  Word up\n  Aiyyo kid?\n  You're right behind him\n  What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n  [The fuck you talkin to?]\n  Talkin to you man!\n  Talkin to you what?\n  [You ain't talkin to me]\n  What the fuck you talkin about?\n  Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  [What? Huh?]\n  *Fight ensues*\n  *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n  Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  Motherfu...\n  C'mere\n  Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  Get up\n  Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  *Gun fires*\n  Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n  Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  Man Son, I'm hit\n  Yo Son?\n  Son I'm hit\n  Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  I'ma throw this shit away man\n  Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  Yo Son\n  Get the fuck outta here man\n  Damn Son\n  Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  Hold that shit Son\n  Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n  [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's the remix Son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n  Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up! What the fuck yo?\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber\n  Yo Chef yo\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n  It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n  Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n  True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n  Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n  And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n  Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n  [Outro:]\n  Yeah, for real\n  Murderous material stacked up\n  Peace to mazes, for real\n  Meditating on life\n  Gold, word up y'all\n  Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n  Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n  Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n  Word up\n  Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n  Word up, word up\n  Peace to man woman and child\n  Word up\n  I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n  Project, check it\n  Projects peoples one love\n  Keep your head clear, we out of here\n  We move in silence\n  Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n  Yo\n  Fly chicks\n  It's the remix y'all\n  For real, the real side\n  The RZA, check it\n  Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare boy\n  WORD UP\n  Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n  For real y'all\n"},{"id":39349049,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (remix)","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":364.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n\nSo that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\nYo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\nYo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\nAy ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\nAy yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\nI just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\nWhile you're, while you're filmin that shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nDon't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\nThat nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\nYO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\nFuck, we gotta, we gotta go\nC'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\nHold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\nThree deep niggaz\nFuck\nThink niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\nCome on, come on, right over here\nRight on\nThere they go, right there\nThat's them right there kid\nThat cat?\nWord up\nAiyyo kid?\nYou're right behind him\nWhat the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[The fuck you talkin to?]\nTalkin to you man!\nTalkin to you what?\n[You ain't talkin to me]\nWhat the fuck you talkin about?\nYo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[What? Huh?]\n*Fight ensues*\n*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\nAiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\nMotherfu...\nC'mere\nYeah it's my shit, my shit\nGet up\nYo grab that nigga, grab him\n*Gun fires*\nYo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\nGo ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\nOhh shit, ohh shit, yo\nYo man, yo Son I'm hit\nMan Son, I'm hit\nYo Son?\nSon I'm hit\nDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\nAiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\nTake this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\nI'ma throw this shit away man\nGo ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\nMan fuck that, man seventeen Son\nYo Son\nGet the fuck outta here man\nDamn Son\nGo ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\nHold that shit Son\nYo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's the remix Son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\nSpore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\nI put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\nI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\nStumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\nRay Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n[Chorus:]\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\nDedicated to the Gods and Earths\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nDedicated to Up North and down state\nDedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\nDedicated to projects with black kids\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up! What the fuck yo?\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up son, you know how we be on it\nYeah it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber\nYo Chef yo\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon]\nIt started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\nOld folks scream: stop the violence!\nTrue layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\nPlayin nuff crap games for what see?\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\nAnd no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\nMad 10's with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n[Outro:]\nYeah, for real\nMurderous material stacked up\nPeace to mazes, for real\nMeditating on life\nGold, word up y'all\nCrazy fly, dedication, to my people\nWord up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\nPeace to brothers on the Island, up North\nWord up\nStraight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\nWord up, word up\nPeace to man woman and child\nWord up\nI got you covered baby, I'm here for you\nProject, check it\nProjects peoples one love\nKeep your head clear, we out of here\nWe move in silence\nBad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\nBaldheads, braids, blowouts\nYo\nFly chicks\nIt's the remix y'all\nFor real, the real side\nThe RZA, check it\nRazor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare boy\nWORD UP\nBring it, battle, beats all types of shit\nFor real y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92][Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]\n[00:02.92]So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n[00:05.35]Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n[00:06.62]Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n[00:07.86]Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n[00:09.60]Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n[00:10.69]I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n[00:13.45]While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n[00:15.88]I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.79]Who?\n[00:17.55]Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:20.14]That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n[00:21.74]YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n[00:24.44]Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n[00:26.64]C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n[00:29.08]Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n[00:30.84]Three deep niggaz\n[00:32.51]Fuck\n[00:33.97]Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n[00:35.42]Come on, come on, right over here\n[00:36.22]Right on\n[00:37.64]There they go, right there\n[00:38.66]That's them right there kid\n[00:40.38]That cat?\n[00:41.59]Word up\n[00:42.38]Aiyyo kid?\n[00:43.02]You're right behind him\n[00:43.92]What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n[00:44.88][The fuck you talkin to?]\n[00:46.98]Talkin to you man!\n[00:47.90]Talkin to you what?\n[00:48.70][You ain't talkin to me]\n[00:49.56]What the fuck you talkin about?\n[00:50.23]Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n[00:51.16][What? Huh?]\n[00:52.02]*Fight ensues*\n[00:53.75]*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n[00:55.55]Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n[00:56.58]Motherfu...\n[00:57.67]C'mere\n[00:58.56]Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n[00:59.27]Get up\n[01:00.06]Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n[01:00.82]*Gun fires*\n[01:01.41]Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n[01:02.85]Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n[01:05.54]Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n[01:06.28]Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n[01:07.46]Man Son, I'm hit\n[01:10.09]Yo Son?\n[01:10.72]Son I'm hit\n[01:11.58]Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n[01:13.23]Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n[01:16.98]Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n[01:19.06]I'ma throw this shit away man\n[01:20.53]Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n[01:22.87]Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n[01:24.07]Yo Son\n[01:24.95]Get the fuck outta here man\n[01:26.06]Damn Son\n[01:29.06]Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n[01:30.05]Hold that shit Son\n[01:30.96]Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n[01:31.82][Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n[01:32.99]It's the remix Son\n[01:35.83]Can it be, act like you know\n[01:37.55]Check it\n[01:39.34][Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n[01:40.08]Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.03]I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:43.92]I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n[01:48.14]Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.50]Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n[01:52.78]I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n[01:55.47]I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:57.52]Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73]Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n[02:03.32]Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n[02:05.61]I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.69]And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n[02:11.21]Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.83]Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.47]Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:19.15]Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.83]I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n[02:25.13]Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n[02:27.38][Chorus:]\n[02:28.19]{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[02:28.41]Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n[02:29.93]Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.76]Dedicated to Up North and down state\n[02:35.26]Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n[02:37.79]Dedicated to projects with black kids\n[02:40.43]Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.98]Word up! What the fuck yo?\n[02:44.78]We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.46]Word up son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.63]Yeah it's real\n[02:51.33]Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n[02:53.14]I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.47]Bulletproof\n[02:56.65]First chamber\n[02:57.79]Yo Chef yo\n[02:58.58][Verse Two: Raekwon]\n[02:58.83]It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n[03:02.16]Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n[03:04.30]True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n[03:07.07]Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n[03:09.18]Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.51]Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n[03:14.27]And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n[03:16.00]Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n[03:18.75]Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n[03:22.84]I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.95]Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:28.07]God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:30.17]But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n[03:32.94]I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.47]And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:38.07]And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:39.98]{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n[03:41.93][Outro:]\n[03:43.03]Yeah, for real\n[03:44.78]Murderous material stacked up\n[03:45.86]Peace to mazes, for real\n[03:50.62]Meditating on life\n[03:55.77]Gold, word up y'all\n[04:03.42]Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n[04:08.66]Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n[04:14.80]Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n[04:19.97]Word up\n[04:22.63]Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n[04:29.96]Word up, word up\n[04:31.67]Peace to man woman and child\n[04:33.61]Word up\n[04:36.69]I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n[04:39.43]Project, check it\n[04:40.72]Projects peoples one love\n[04:42.97]Keep your head clear, we out of here\n[04:47.32]We move in silence\n[04:50.83]Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.04]Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n[05:02.83]Yo\n[05:05.39]Fly chicks\n[05:08.89]It's the remix y'all\n[05:15.69]For real, the real side\n[05:16.96]The RZA, check it\n[05:20.56]Razor blade sharp\n[05:22.73]Peace to the Clan\n[05:24.95]No other producer can compare boy\n[05:27.74]WORD UP\n[05:30.62]Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n[05:35.17]For real y'all\n[05:37.08]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (remix)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…\n  duration_ms: 363846\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]'\n  start_ms: 1920\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out\n  start_ms: 2920\n  end_ms: 5350\n- text: Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  start_ms: 5350\n  end_ms: 6620\n- text: Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  start_ms: 6620\n  end_ms: 7860\n- text: Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n  start_ms: 7860\n  end_ms: 9600\n- text: Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n  start_ms: 9600\n  end_ms: 10690\n- text: I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n  start_ms: 10690\n  end_ms: 13450\n- text: While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n  start_ms: 13450\n  end_ms: 15880\n- text: I know he ain't down with your team\n  start_ms: 15880\n  end_ms: 16790\n- text: Who?\n  start_ms: 16790\n  end_ms: 17550\n- text: Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  start_ms: 17550\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 21740\n- text: YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n  start_ms: 21740\n  end_ms: 24440\n- text: Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n  start_ms: 24440\n  end_ms: 26640\n- text: C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n  start_ms: 26640\n  end_ms: 29080\n- text: Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n  start_ms: 29080\n  end_ms: 30840\n- text: Three deep niggaz\n  start_ms: 30840\n  end_ms: 32510\n- text: Fuck\n  start_ms: 32510\n  end_ms: 33970\n- text: Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n  start_ms: 33970\n  end_ms: 35420\n- text: Come on, come on, right over here\n  start_ms: 35420\n  end_ms: 36220\n- text: Right on\n  start_ms: 36220\n  end_ms: 37640\n- text: There they go, right there\n  start_ms: 37640\n  end_ms: 38660\n- text: That's them right there kid\n  start_ms: 38660\n  end_ms: 40380\n- text: That cat?\n  start_ms: 40380\n  end_ms: 41590\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 41590\n  end_ms: 42380\n- text: Aiyyo kid?\n  start_ms: 42380\n  end_ms: 43020\n- text: You're right behind him\n  start_ms: 43020\n  end_ms: 43920\n- text: What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n  start_ms: 43920\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: '[The fuck you talkin to?]'\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 46980\n- text: Talkin to you man!\n  start_ms: 46980\n  end_ms: 47900\n- text: Talkin to you what?\n  start_ms: 47900\n  end_ms: 48700\n- text: '[You ain''t talkin to me]'\n  start_ms: 48700\n  end_ms: 49560\n- text: What the fuck you talkin about?\n  start_ms: 49560\n  end_ms: 50230\n- text: Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  start_ms: 50230\n  end_ms: 51160\n- text: '[What? Huh?]'\n  start_ms: 51160\n  end_ms: 52020\n- text: '*Fight ensues*'\n  start_ms: 52020\n  end_ms: 53750\n- text: '*Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?'\n  start_ms: 53750\n  end_ms: 55550\n- text: Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  start_ms: 55550\n  end_ms: 56580\n- text: Motherfu...\n  start_ms: 56580\n  end_ms: 57670\n- text: C'mere\n  start_ms: 57670\n  end_ms: 58560\n- text: Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  start_ms: 58560\n  end_ms: 59270\n- text: Get up\n  start_ms: 59270\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 60820\n- text: '*Gun fires*'\n  start_ms: 60820\n  end_ms: 61410\n- text: Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  start_ms: 61410\n  end_ms: 62850\n- text: Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n  start_ms: 62850\n  end_ms: 65540\n- text: Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  start_ms: 65540\n  end_ms: 66280\n- text: Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  start_ms: 66280\n  end_ms: 67460\n- text: Man Son, I'm hit\n  start_ms: 67460\n  end_ms: 70090\n- text: Yo Son?\n  start_ms: 70090\n  end_ms: 70720\n- text: Son I'm hit\n  start_ms: 70720\n  end_ms: 71580\n- text: Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  start_ms: 71580\n  end_ms: 73230\n- text: Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  start_ms: 73230\n  end_ms: 76980\n- text: Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  start_ms: 76980\n  end_ms: 79060\n- text: I'ma throw this shit away man\n  start_ms: 79060\n  end_ms: 80530\n- text: Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  start_ms: 80530\n  end_ms: 82870\n- text: Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  start_ms: 82870\n  end_ms: 84070\n- text: Yo Son\n  start_ms: 84070\n  end_ms: 84950\n- text: Get the fuck outta here man\n  start_ms: 84950\n  end_ms: 86060\n- text: Damn Son\n  start_ms: 86060\n  end_ms: 89060\n- text: Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  start_ms: 89060\n  end_ms: 90050\n- text: Hold that shit Son\n  start_ms: 90050\n  end_ms: 90960\n- text: Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n  start_ms: 90960\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: '[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]'\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 92990\n- text: It's the remix Son\n  start_ms: 92990\n  end_ms: 95830\n- text: Can it be, act like you know\n  start_ms: 95830\n  end_ms: 97550\n- text: Check it\n  start_ms: 97550\n  end_ms: 99340\n- text: '[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]'\n  start_ms: 99340\n  end_ms: 100080\n- text: Yo, check what happened out of state\n  start_ms: 100080\n  end_ms: 101030\n- text: I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  start_ms: 101030\n  end_ms: 103920\n- text: I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  start_ms: 103920\n  end_ms: 108140\n- text: Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  start_ms: 108140\n  end_ms: 110500\n- text: Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  start_ms: 110500\n  end_ms: 112780\n- text: I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  start_ms: 112780\n  end_ms: 115470\n- text: I hung around the big time bosses\n  start_ms: 115470\n  end_ms: 117520\n- text: Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  start_ms: 117520\n  end_ms: 120730\n- text: Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  start_ms: 120730\n  end_ms: 123320\n- text: Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  start_ms: 123320\n  end_ms: 125610\n- text: I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  start_ms: 125610\n  end_ms: 128690\n- text: And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  start_ms: 128690\n  end_ms: 131210\n- text: Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  start_ms: 131210\n  end_ms: 133830\n- text: Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  start_ms: 133830\n  end_ms: 136470\n- text: Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  start_ms: 136470\n  end_ms: 139150\n- text: Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  start_ms: 139150\n  end_ms: 141830\n- text: I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  start_ms: 141830\n  end_ms: 145130\n- text: Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n  start_ms: 145130\n  end_ms: 147380\n- text: '[Chorus:]'\n  start_ms: 147380\n  end_ms: 148190\n- text: '{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}'\n  start_ms: 148190\n  end_ms: 148410\n- text: Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  start_ms: 148410\n  end_ms: 149930\n- text: Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  start_ms: 149930\n  end_ms: 152760\n- text: Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  start_ms: 152760\n  end_ms: 155260\n- text: Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  start_ms: 155260\n  end_ms: 157790\n- text: Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  start_ms: 157790\n  end_ms: 160430\n- text: Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n  start_ms: 160430\n  end_ms: 162980\n- text: Word up! 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Right here, lights out\n  Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat\n  Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?\n  Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?\n  Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo\n  I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there\n  While you're, while you're filmin that shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though\n  YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son\n  Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go\n  C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right\n  Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin\n  Three deep niggaz\n  Fuck\n  Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on\n  Come on, come on, right over here\n  Right on\n  There they go, right there\n  That's them right there kid\n  That cat?\n  Word up\n  Aiyyo kid?\n  You're right behind him\n  What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?\n  [The fuck you talkin to?]\n  Talkin to you man!\n  Talkin to you what?\n  [You ain't talkin to me]\n  What the fuck you talkin about?\n  Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?\n  [What? Huh?]\n  *Fight ensues*\n  *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?\n  Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!\n  Motherfu...\n  C'mere\n  Yeah it's my shit, my shit\n  Get up\n  Yo grab that nigga, grab him\n  *Gun fires*\n  Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!\n  Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!\n  Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo\n  Yo man, yo Son I'm hit\n  Man Son, I'm hit\n  Yo Son?\n  Son I'm hit\n  Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son\n  Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this\n  Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come\n  I'ma throw this shit away man\n  Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead\n  Man fuck that, man seventeen Son\n  Yo Son\n  Get the fuck outta here man\n  Damn Son\n  Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead\n  Hold that shit Son\n  Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...\n\n  [Intro: Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's the remix Son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust\n  Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman\n  I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's\n  I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit\n  Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga\n\n  [Chorus:]\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n  Dedicated to the Gods and Earths\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Dedicated to Up North and down state\n  Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights\n  Dedicated to projects with black kids\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up! What the fuck yo?\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber\n  Yo Chef yo\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon]\n  It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin\n  Old folks scream: stop the violence!\n  True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz\n  Playin nuff crap games for what see?\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves\n  And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz\n  Mad 10's with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}\n\n  [Outro:]\n  Yeah, for real\n  Murderous material stacked up\n  Peace to mazes, for real\n  Meditating on life\n  Gold, word up y'all\n  Crazy fly, dedication, to my people\n  Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more\n  Peace to brothers on the Island, up North\n  Word up\n  Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that\n  Word up, word up\n  Peace to man woman and child\n  Word up\n  I got you covered baby, I'm here for you\n  Project, check it\n  Projects peoples one love\n  Keep your head clear, we out of here\n  We move in silence\n  Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Baldheads, braids, blowouts\n  Yo\n  Fly chicks\n  It's the remix y'all\n  For real, the real side\n  The RZA, check it\n  Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare boy\n  WORD UP\n  Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit\n  For real y'all\n"},{"id":6440051,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple (Remix) feat","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple (Remix) feat","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...","duration":338.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\nRight here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\nI'ma go talk to this cat\nYo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\nAyo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\nAyo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nI dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\nHe ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\nYo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\nFuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\nLemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\nThree deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\nCome on, come on, right over there\nThere he go, right there\nThere he go, right there, kid\nThat cat? Word up\nAyo, kid (I'm right behind you)\nWhat the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\nThe fuck you talking to?\nI'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\nYou ain't talking to me\nThe fuck you talking about?\nOpen your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\nHuh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\nThe fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\nCome here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\nThis my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\nGet up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n*Gunshots*\nFuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\nOh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\nYo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\nMan, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\nCome here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\nYou bleedin' son, bad, son\nAyo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\nTake this, take this, go on\nI'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\nGo ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\nMan, get the fuck outta here, man\nGo ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\nHold that shit, son\nGo ahead, man, go ahead\nNiggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\nYo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\nIt's the remix, son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\nSpoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\nI put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\nI doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\nStumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\nRay Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\nDedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up, what the f— yo\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up, son, you know how we be on it\nYeah, it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme, man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\nIt started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\nTrue, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\nPlay enough crap games for what? See\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\nAnd no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\nMad Timbs with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\nCan it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n(Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n—All so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\nPeace to man, woman and child\nWord up (We got you covered, baby)\nProjects (We're here for you)\nProjects peoples, one love\nKeep your head clear, we outta here\nMove in silence\nBad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\nBald heads, braids (For real, though)\nBlowouts (The Island)\nYo, fly chicks\nIt's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n(The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare, boy\nWord up\nBring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\nFor real, y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.46] So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:02.87] Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n[00:04.31] I'ma go talk to this cat\n[00:06.39] Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n[00:08.14] Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n[00:10.13] Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n[00:15.07] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:15.82] Who?\n[00:16.74] I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:19.64] He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n[00:21.73] Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n[00:24.09] Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n[00:27.90] Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n[00:31.50] Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n[00:34.66] Come on, come on, right over there\n[00:35.66] There he go, right there\n[00:37.23] There he go, right there, kid\n[00:39.74] That cat? Word up\n[00:41.35] Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n[00:42.83] What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n[00:45.37] The fuck you talking to?\n[00:46.49] I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n[00:47.81] You ain't talking to me\n[00:48.65] The fuck you talking about?\n[00:49.81] Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n[00:52.38] Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n[00:54.26] The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n[00:55.67] Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n[00:56.27] This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n[00:58.93] Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n[01:01.50] *Gunshots*\n[01:02.03] Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n[01:04.70] Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n[01:08.63] Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n[01:10.23] Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n[01:11.14] Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n[01:13.64] You bleedin' son, bad, son\n[01:15.02] Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n[01:17.26] Take this, take this, go on\n[01:18.39] I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n[01:19.96] Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n[01:22.49] Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n[01:24.87] Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n[01:26.56] Hold that shit, son\n[01:27.18] Go ahead, man, go ahead\n[01:28.24] Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n[01:29.63] Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n[01:32.93] It's the remix, son\n[01:35.78] Can it be, act like you know\n[01:38.48] Check it\n[01:40.05] Yo, check what happened out of state\n[01:41.26] I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n[01:44.76] I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n[01:47.54] Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n[01:50.30] Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n[01:52.66] I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n[01:55.02] I hung around the big time bosses\n[01:56.77] Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n[02:00.73] Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n[02:02.89] Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n[02:05.61] I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n[02:08.34] And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n[02:10.82] Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n[02:13.71] Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n[02:16.36] Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n[02:18.47] Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n[02:21.36] I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n[02:24.72] Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n[02:27.38] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n[02:29.82] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.59] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n[02:34.94] Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n[02:37.73] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n[02:40.28] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:42.89] Word up, what the f— yo\n[02:45.41] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:47.31] Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.42] Yeah, it's real\n[02:50.92] Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n[02:52.60] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:54.89] Bulletproof\n[02:55.76] First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n[02:58.36] It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n[03:01.05] Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n[03:04.22] True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n[03:06.57] Play enough crap games for what? See\n[03:08.62] Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n[03:11.03] Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n[03:13.94] And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n[03:17.15] Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n[03:18.92] Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n[03:22.46] I paid the price throughout my hood life\n[03:24.49] Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n[03:27.53] God forbid I lay in the casket\n[03:29.66] But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n[03:33.46] I wash my mouth out with soap\n[03:35.20] And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n[03:37.62] And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n[03:40.17] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n[03:45.07] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n[03:50.36] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n[03:55.56] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n[04:01.21] Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n[04:10.77] (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n[04:13.74] —All so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n[04:17.10] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n[04:21.88] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n[04:27.25] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n[04:31.72] Peace to man, woman and child\n[04:35.11] Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n[04:38.75] Projects (We're here for you)\n[04:40.01] Projects peoples, one love\n[04:45.77] Keep your head clear, we outta here\n[04:49.72] Move in silence\n[04:52.76] Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n[04:58.79] Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n[05:03.59] Blowouts (The Island)\n[05:08.18] Yo, fly chicks\n[05:11.51] It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n[05:18.43] (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n[05:24.42] Peace to the Clan\n[05:26.81] No other producer can compare, boy\n[05:29.49] Word up\n[05:31.30] Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n[05:35.46] For real, y'all\n[05:37.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (Remix) feat\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...\n  duration_ms: 338000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 1460\n  end_ms: 2870\n- text: Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  start_ms: 2870\n  end_ms: 4310\n- text: I'ma go talk to this cat\n  start_ms: 4310\n  end_ms: 6390\n- text: Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? 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(What's up, baby?)\n  start_ms: 8140\n  end_ms: 10130\n- text: Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n  start_ms: 10130\n  end_ms: 15070\n- text: I know he ain't down with your team\n  start_ms: 15070\n  end_ms: 15820\n- text: Who?\n  start_ms: 15820\n  end_ms: 16740\n- text: I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 16740\n  end_ms: 19640\n- text: He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n  start_ms: 19640\n  end_ms: 21730\n- text: Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n  start_ms: 21730\n  end_ms: 24090\n- text: Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n  start_ms: 24090\n  end_ms: 27900\n- text: Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n  start_ms: 27900\n  end_ms: 31500\n- text: Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n  start_ms: 31500\n  end_ms: 34660\n- text: Come on, come on, right over there\n  start_ms: 34660\n  end_ms: 35660\n- text: There he go, right there\n  start_ms: 35660\n  end_ms: 37230\n- text: There he go, right there, kid\n  start_ms: 37230\n  end_ms: 39740\n- text: That cat? 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(Straight up, love you, boy)\n  start_ms: 261880\n  end_ms: 267250\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n  start_ms: 267250\n  end_ms: 271720\n- text: Peace to man, woman and child\n  start_ms: 271720\n  end_ms: 275110\n- text: Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  start_ms: 275110\n  end_ms: 278750\n- text: Projects (We're here for you)\n  start_ms: 278750\n  end_ms: 280010\n- text: Projects peoples, one love\n  start_ms: 280010\n  end_ms: 285770\n- text: Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  start_ms: 285770\n  end_ms: 289720\n- text: Move in silence\n  start_ms: 289720\n  end_ms: 292760\n- text: Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  start_ms: 292760\n  end_ms: 298790\n- text: Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  start_ms: 298790\n  end_ms: 303590\n- text: Blowouts (The Island)\n  start_ms: 303590\n  end_ms: 308180\n- text: Yo, fly chicks\n  start_ms: 308180\n  end_ms: 311510\n- text: It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  start_ms: 311510\n  end_ms: 318430\n- text: (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  start_ms: 318430\n  end_ms: 324420\n- text: Peace to the Clan\n  start_ms: 324420\n  end_ms: 326810\n- text: No other producer can compare, boy\n  start_ms: 326810\n  end_ms: 329490\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 329490\n  end_ms: 331300\n- text: Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  start_ms: 331300\n  end_ms: 335460\n- text: For real, y'all\n  start_ms: 335460\n  end_ms: 337460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 337460\nplain: |-\n  So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  I'ma go talk to this cat\n  Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n  Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n  Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n  Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n  Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n  Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n  Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n  Come on, come on, right over there\n  There he go, right there\n  There he go, right there, kid\n  That cat? Word up\n  Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n  What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n  The fuck you talking to?\n  I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n  You ain't talking to me\n  The fuck you talking about?\n  Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n  Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n  The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n  Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n  This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n  Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n  *Gunshots*\n  Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n  Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n  Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n  Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n  Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n  You bleedin' son, bad, son\n  Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n  Take this, take this, go on\n  I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n  Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n  Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n  Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n  Hold that shit, son\n  Go ahead, man, go ahead\n  Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n  Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\n  It's the remix, son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n  Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n  I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n  I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n  Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n  Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up, what the f— yo\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah, it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\n  It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n  Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n  True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n  Play enough crap games for what? See\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n  And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n  Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n  Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n  (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n  —All so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? 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(Hold on, hold on)\nAyo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\nAyo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nI dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\nHe ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\nYo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\nFuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\nLemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\nThree deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\nCome on, come on, right over there\nThere he go, right there\nThere he go, right there, kid\nThat cat? Word up\nAyo, kid (I'm right behind you)\nWhat the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\nThe fuck you talking to?\nI'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\nYou ain't talking to me\nThe fuck you talking about?\nOpen your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\nHuh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\nThe fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\nCome here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\nThis my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\nGet up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n*Gunshots*\nFuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\nOh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\nYo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\nMan, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\nCome here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\nYou bleedin' son, bad, son\nAyo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\nTake this, take this, go on\nI'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\nGo ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\nMan, get the fuck outta here, man\nGo ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\nHold that shit, son\nGo ahead, man, go ahead\nNiggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\nYo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\nIt's the remix, son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\nSpoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\nI put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\nI doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\nStumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\nRay Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\nDedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up, what the f— yo\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up, son, you know how we be on it\nYeah, it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme, man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\nIt started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\nTrue, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\nPlay enough crap games for what? See\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\nAnd no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\nMad Timbs with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\nCan it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n(Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n—all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\nPeace to man, woman and child\nWord up (We got you covered, baby)\nProjects (We're here for you)\nProjects peoples, one love\nKeep your head clear, we outta here\nMove in silence\nBad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\nBald heads, braids (For real, though)\nBlowouts (The Island)\nYo, fly chicks\nIt's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n(The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare, boy\nWord up\nBring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\nFor real, y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)\n  artist: Raekwon & Ghostface\n  album: R.A.G.U.\n  duration_ms: 336105\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  I'ma go talk to this cat\n  Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n  Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n  Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n  Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n  Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n  Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n  Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n  Come on, come on, right over there\n  There he go, right there\n  There he go, right there, kid\n  That cat? Word up\n  Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n  What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n  The fuck you talking to?\n  I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n  You ain't talking to me\n  The fuck you talking about?\n  Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n  Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n  The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n  Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n  This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n  Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n  *Gunshots*\n  Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n  Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n  Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n  Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n  Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n  You bleedin' son, bad, son\n  Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n  Take this, take this, go on\n  I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n  Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n  Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n  Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n  Hold that shit, son\n  Go ahead, man, go ahead\n  Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n  Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\n  It's the remix, son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n  Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n  I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n  I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n  Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n  Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up, what the f— yo\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah, it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\n  It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n  Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n  True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n  Play enough crap games for what? See\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n  And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n  Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n  Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n  (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n  —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\n  Peace to man, woman and child\n  Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  Projects (We're here for you)\n  Projects peoples, one love\n  Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  Move in silence\n  Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  Blowouts (The Island)\n  Yo, fly chicks\n  It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare, boy\n  Word up\n  Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  For real, y'all\n"},{"id":22326049,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple [remix]","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple [remix]","artistName":"Raekwon & Ghostface","albumName":"R.A.G.U. Rae And Ghost United","duration":336.09675,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\nRight here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\nI'ma go talk to this cat\nYo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\nAyo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\nAyo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nI dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\nHe ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\nYo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\nFuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\nLemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\nThree deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\nCome on, come on, right over there\nThere he go, right there\nThere he go, right there, kid\nThat cat? Word up\nAyo, kid (I'm right behind you)\nWhat the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\nThe fuck you talking to?\nI'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\nYou ain't talking to me\nThe fuck you talking about?\nOpen your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\nHuh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\nThe fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\nCome here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\nThis my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\nGet up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n*Gunshots*\nFuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\nOh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\nYo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\nMan, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\nCome here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\nYou bleedin' son, bad, son\nAyo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\nTake this, take this, go on\nI'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\nGo ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\nMan, get the fuck outta here, man\nGo ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\nHold that shit, son\nGo ahead, man, go ahead\nNiggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\nYo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\nIt's the remix, son\nCan it be, act like you know\nCheck it\n\nYo, check what happened out of state\nI'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\nI smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\nSpoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\nBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\nI put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\nI hung around the big time bosses\nIllegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\nSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\nChef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\nI doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\nAnd got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\nStumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\nOpened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\nEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\nCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\nI should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\nRay Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\nDedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up, what the f— yo\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up, son, you know how we be on it\nYeah, it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme, man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\nIt started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\nTrue, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\nPlay enough crap games for what? See\nBack in days, crime pays in mad ways\nSporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\nAnd no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\nMad Timbs with mad diamonds\nNow that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\nI paid the price throughout my hood life\nRemember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\nGod forbid I lay in the casket\nBut now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\nI wash my mouth out with soap\nAnd got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\nAnd phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\nCan it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n(Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n—all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\nPeace to man, woman and child\nWord up (We got you covered, baby)\nProjects (We're here for you)\nProjects peoples, one love\nKeep your head clear, we outta here\nMove in silence\nBad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\nBald heads, braids (For real, though)\nBlowouts (The Island)\nYo, fly chicks\nIt's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n(The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\nPeace to the Clan\nNo other producer can compare, boy\nWord up\nBring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\nFor real, y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can It Be All So Simple [remix]\n  artist: Raekwon & Ghostface\n  album: R.A.G.U. Rae And Ghost United\n  duration_ms: 336097\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  I'ma go talk to this cat\n  Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n  Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n  Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n  Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n  Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n  Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n  Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n  Come on, come on, right over there\n  There he go, right there\n  There he go, right there, kid\n  That cat? Word up\n  Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n  What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n  The fuck you talking to?\n  I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n  You ain't talking to me\n  The fuck you talking about?\n  Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n  Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n  The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n  Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n  This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n  Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n  *Gunshots*\n  Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n  Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n  Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n  Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n  Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n  You bleedin' son, bad, son\n  Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n  Take this, take this, go on\n  I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n  Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n  Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n  Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n  Hold that shit, son\n  Go ahead, man, go ahead\n  Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n  Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\n  It's the remix, son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n  Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n  I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n  I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n  Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n  Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up, what the f— yo\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah, it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\n  It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n  Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n  True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n  Play enough crap games for what? See\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n  And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n  Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n  Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n  (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n  —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? 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(Hold on, hold on)\nAyo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\nAyo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\nI know he ain't down with your team\nWho?\nI dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\nHe ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\nYo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\nFuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\nLemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\nThree deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\nCome on, come on, right over there\nThere he go, right there\nThere he go, right there, kid\nThat cat? Word up\nAyo, kid (I'm right behind you)\nWhat the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\nThe fuck you talking to?\nI'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\nYou ain't talking to me\nThe fuck you talking about?\nOpen your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\nHuh? What? 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(Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\nDedicated to babies who came feet first\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\nDedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\nDedicated to man who build pyramids\n\nWord up, what the f— yo\nWe taking you on another chamber\nWord up, son, you know how we be on it\nYeah, it's real\nShow these crabs how to rhyme, man\nI think it's time to bless them, word up\nBulletproof\nFirst chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\nIt started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\nTrue, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\nPlay enough crap games for what? 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(That I ain't gon' see no more)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\nCan it be that it was all so simple then? 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(What's up, baby?)\n[00:10.37] Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n[00:14.56] I know he ain't down with your team\n[00:16.06] Who?\n[00:16.74] I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:19.75] He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n[00:21.54] Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n[00:24.80] Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n[00:27.66] Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n[00:31.07] Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n[00:34.41] Come on, come on, right over there\n[00:35.68] There he go, right there\n[00:37.26] There he go, right there, kid\n[00:39.91] That cat? Word up\n[00:41.13] Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n[00:43.11] What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n[00:45.07] The fuck you talking to?\n[00:46.29] I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n[00:47.19] You ain't talking to me\n[00:48.39] The fuck you talking about?\n[00:49.52] Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n[00:52.23] Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n[00:53.88] The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n[00:54.75] Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n[00:56.64] This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n[00:59.50] Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n[01:01.59] *Gunshots*\n[01:02.72] Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! 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(Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n[02:29.82] Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n[02:32.51] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n[02:35.11] Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n[02:37.34] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n[02:40.46] Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n[02:43.02] Word up, what the f— yo\n[02:45.12] We taking you on another chamber\n[02:46.93] Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n[02:49.31] Yeah, it's real\n[02:50.87] Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n[02:53.02] I think it's time to bless them, word up\n[02:55.23] Bulletproof\n[02:56.43] First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n[02:58.58] It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n[03:01.35] Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n[03:04.19] True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n[03:06.94] Play enough crap games for what? 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(Go)\n[04:01.23] Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n[04:10.79] (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n[04:13.75] —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n[04:17.16] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n[04:22.21] Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n[04:27.48] Can it be that it was all so simple then? 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(Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n  start_ms: 147270\n  end_ms: 149820\n- text: Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  start_ms: 149820\n  end_ms: 152510\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n  start_ms: 152510\n  end_ms: 155110\n- text: Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n  start_ms: 155110\n  end_ms: 157340\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n  start_ms: 157340\n  end_ms: 160460\n- text: Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n  start_ms: 160460\n  end_ms: 163020\n- text: Word up, what the f— yo\n  start_ms: 163020\n  end_ms: 165120\n- text: We taking you on another chamber\n  start_ms: 165120\n  end_ms: 166930\n- text: Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n  start_ms: 166930\n  end_ms: 169310\n- text: Yeah, it's real\n  start_ms: 169310\n  end_ms: 170870\n- text: Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n  start_ms: 170870\n  end_ms: 173020\n- text: I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  start_ms: 173020\n  end_ms: 175230\n- text: Bulletproof\n  start_ms: 175230\n  end_ms: 176430\n- text: First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n  start_ms: 176430\n  end_ms: 178580\n- text: It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n  start_ms: 178580\n  end_ms: 181350\n- text: Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n  start_ms: 181350\n  end_ms: 184190\n- text: True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n  start_ms: 184190\n  end_ms: 186940\n- text: Play enough crap games for what? See\n  start_ms: 186940\n  end_ms: 188990\n- text: Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  start_ms: 188990\n  end_ms: 191470\n- text: Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n  start_ms: 191470\n  end_ms: 194380\n- text: And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n  start_ms: 194380\n  end_ms: 197580\n- text: Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n  start_ms: 197580\n  end_ms: 199400\n- text: Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n  start_ms: 199400\n  end_ms: 202830\n- text: I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  start_ms: 202830\n  end_ms: 204870\n- text: Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  start_ms: 204870\n  end_ms: 207760\n- text: God forbid I lay in the casket\n  start_ms: 207760\n  end_ms: 209960\n- text: But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n  start_ms: 209960\n  end_ms: 213610\n- text: I wash my mouth out with soap\n  start_ms: 213610\n  end_ms: 215340\n- text: And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  start_ms: 215340\n  end_ms: 217920\n- text: And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n  start_ms: 217920\n  end_ms: 220370\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n  start_ms: 220370\n  end_ms: 225510\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n  start_ms: 225510\n  end_ms: 230850\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n  start_ms: 230850\n  end_ms: 236080\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n  start_ms: 236080\n  end_ms: 241230\n- text: Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n  start_ms: 241230\n  end_ms: 250790\n- text: (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n  start_ms: 250790\n  end_ms: 253750\n- text: —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n  start_ms: 253750\n  end_ms: 257160\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n  start_ms: 257160\n  end_ms: 262210\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n  start_ms: 262210\n  end_ms: 267480\n- text: Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n  start_ms: 267480\n  end_ms: 271270\n- text: Peace to man, woman and child\n  start_ms: 271270\n  end_ms: 275400\n- text: Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  start_ms: 275400\n  end_ms: 278220\n- text: Projects (We're here for you)\n  start_ms: 278220\n  end_ms: 280600\n- text: Projects peoples, one love\n  start_ms: 280600\n  end_ms: 285730\n- text: Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  start_ms: 285730\n  end_ms: 289600\n- text: Move in silence\n  start_ms: 289600\n  end_ms: 292460\n- text: Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  start_ms: 292460\n  end_ms: 299120\n- text: Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  start_ms: 299120\n  end_ms: 303540\n- text: Blowouts (The Island)\n  start_ms: 303540\n  end_ms: 307850\n- text: Yo, fly chicks\n  start_ms: 307850\n  end_ms: 311500\n- text: It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  start_ms: 311500\n  end_ms: 318510\n- text: (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  start_ms: 318510\n  end_ms: 324250\n- text: Peace to the Clan\n  start_ms: 324250\n  end_ms: 326300\n- text: No other producer can compare, boy\n  start_ms: 326300\n  end_ms: 329440\n- text: Word up\n  start_ms: 329440\n  end_ms: 331120\n- text: Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  start_ms: 331120\n  end_ms: 335170\n- text: For real, y'all\n  start_ms: 335170\n  end_ms: 337010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 337010\nplain: |-\n  So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?\n  Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on\n  I'ma go talk to this cat\n  Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)\n  Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)\n  Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit\n  I know he ain't down with your team\n  Who?\n  I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)\n  Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son\n  Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there\n  Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up\n  Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is\n  Come on, come on, right over there\n  There he go, right there\n  There he go, right there, kid\n  That cat? Word up\n  Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)\n  What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?\n  The fuck you talking to?\n  I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)\n  You ain't talking to me\n  The fuck you talking about?\n  Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?\n  Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)\n  The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)\n  Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit\n  This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?\n  Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)\n  *Gunshots*\n  Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn\n  Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo\n  Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit\n  Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)\n  Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo\n  You bleedin' son, bad, son\n  Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this\n  Take this, take this, go on\n  I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)\n  Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen\n  Man, get the fuck outta here, man\n  Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead\n  Hold that shit, son\n  Go ahead, man, go ahead\n  Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)\n  Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)\n\n  It's the remix, son\n  Can it be, act like you know\n  Check it\n\n  Yo, check what happened out of state\n  I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate\n  I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust\n  Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush\n  Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women\n  I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom\n  I hung around the big time bosses\n  Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources\n  Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey\n  Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's\n  I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped\n  And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit\n  Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest\n  Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess\n  Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery\n  Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?\n  I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw\n  Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)\n  Dedicated to babies who came feet first\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)\n  Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)\n  Dedicated to man who build pyramids\n\n  Word up, what the f— yo\n  We taking you on another chamber\n  Word up, son, you know how we be on it\n  Yeah, it's real\n  Show these crabs how to rhyme, man\n  I think it's time to bless them, word up\n  Bulletproof\n  First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo\n\n  It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin\n  Niggas wilding, old folks scream, \"Stop the violence!\" (The violence)\n  True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas\n  Play enough crap games for what? See\n  Back in days, crime pays in mad ways\n  Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves\n  And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz\n  Mad Timbs with mad diamonds\n  Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife\n  I paid the price throughout my hood life\n  Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid\n  God forbid I lay in the casket\n  But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke\n  I wash my mouth out with soap\n  And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better\n  And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on\n\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)\n  Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)\n  (Word up, peace to all my brothers)\n  —all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)\n  Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)\n\n  Peace to man, woman and child\n  Word up (We got you covered, baby)\n  Projects (We're here for you)\n  Projects peoples, one love\n  Keep your head clear, we outta here\n  Move in silence\n  Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece\n  Bald heads, braids (For real, though)\n  Blowouts (The Island)\n  Yo, fly chicks\n  It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side\n  (The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp\n  Peace to the Clan\n  No other producer can compare, boy\n  Word up\n  Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit\n  For real, y'all\n"}]