[{"id":18898282,"name":"03-Knowledge God","trackName":"03-Knowledge God","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Raekwon_Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":264.5735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Word yo, youknowhatI'msayin?\nYou know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin\nUnit back in the days, kid!\nNo doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that\nYou know that, you know what I'm sayin?\nI miss all my niggaz, though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of them\nWord up, word up\nStovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin\n\nI had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man\nYou know what I'm sayin, LB?\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nShit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nWord up, youknowhatI'msayin?\nYou know how we do, word up\nSo you let my shit go on the count of three, though\nYouknowhatI'msayin?\n\nFake niggaz throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds\nNiggaz projects filled with fiends injectin\nMorphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my three-G stone\n\nSo, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin\nAnd uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin\nKeys twenty-four a brick\nColumbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\n\nYo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\nLet's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God\n\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\nSelling coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\n\nCrazy peace, buying keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin with spics\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n\nSixteen shots in his fishtank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\nSmokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\nClaimin New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on\nI can't front though, truck loads of indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe\n\nYo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\nLet's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God\n\nYo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\nLet's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God\n\nYo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\nLet's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God\n\nYeah uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggaz\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease\nMoves","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.05] Word yo, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:12.06] You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin\n[00:16.00] Unit back in the days, kid!\n[00:18.07] No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that\n[00:21.03] You know that, you know what I'm sayin?\n[00:23.00] I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me\n[00:24.07] And I'll never forget none of them\n[00:25.05] Word up, word up\n[00:27.02] Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin\n[00:28.00] I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man\n[00:31.05] You know what I'm sayin, LB?\n[00:32.01] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:34.07] Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?\n[00:36.01] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:37.06] Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:38.08] You know how we do, word up\n[00:39.09] So you let my shit go on the count of three, though\n[00:41.07] YouknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:42.00] Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.03] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks\n[00:47.01] While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.01] Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin\n[00:52.08] Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.00] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:58.05] Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home\n[01:01.05] Light bones and let you rock my three-G stone\n[01:03.05] So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin\n[01:06.05] And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin\n[01:09.08] Keys twenty-four a brick\n[01:10.02] Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit\n[01:13.02] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.03] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.08] Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:22.03] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up\n[01:25.00] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:28.02] I got your back though\n[01:30.03] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n[01:32.08] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[01:35.07] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n[01:38.05] What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God\n[01:41.09] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\n[01:44.03] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\n[01:46.07] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\n[01:49.06] Selling coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.05] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\n[01:54.03] Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece\n[01:56.05] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[02:00.04] Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\n[02:02.00] Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:06.06] Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.07] Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.01] Night time rollin with spics\n[02:12.08] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.05] Sixteen shots in his fishtank\n[02:17.01] And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\n[02:20.03] Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\n[02:23.01] Claimin New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.07] Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on\n[02:28.09] I can't front though, truck loads of indo\n[02:31.09] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe\n[02:34.70] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n[02:36.53] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[02:39.94] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n[02:41.99] What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God\n[02:44.65] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n[02:47.34] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[02:49.81] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n[02:52.80] What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God\n[03:06.93] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n[03:08.98] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[03:11.26] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n[03:14.92] What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God\n[03:26.01] Yeah uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggaz\n[03:27.02] Word up, show your love\n[03:29.09] Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n[03:31.07] Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n[03:36.05] Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n[03:40.04] Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n[03:47.01] About to make moves and slide like grease\n[03:51.05] Moves and slide like grease\n[03:53.00] Moves\n[03:57.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 03-Knowledge God\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Raekwon_Only Built 4 Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 264574\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Word yo, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  start_ms: 10050\n  end_ms: 12060\n- text: You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin\n  start_ms: 12060\n  end_ms: 16000\n- text: Unit back in the days, kid!\n  start_ms: 16000\n  end_ms: 18070\n- text: No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that\n  start_ms: 18070\n  end_ms: 21030\n- text: You know that, you know what I'm sayin?\n  start_ms: 21030\n  end_ms: 23000\n- text: I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me\n  start_ms: 23000\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And I'll never forget none of them\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 25050\n- text: Word up, word up\n  start_ms: 25050\n  end_ms: 27020\n- text: Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin\n  start_ms: 27020\n  end_ms: 28000\n- text: I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man\n  start_ms: 28000\n  end_ms: 31050\n- text: You know what I'm sayin, LB?\n  start_ms: 31050\n  end_ms: 32010\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 32010\n  end_ms: 34070\n- text: Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?\n  start_ms: 34070\n  end_ms: 36010\n- text: Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n  start_ms: 36010\n  end_ms: 37060\n- text: Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?\n  start_ms: 37060\n  end_ms: 38080\n- text: You know how we do, word up\n  start_ms: 38080\n  end_ms: 39090\n- text: So you let my shit go on the count of three, though\n  start_ms: 39090\n  end_ms: 41070\n- text: YouknowhatI'msayin?\n  start_ms: 41070\n  end_ms: 42000\n- text: Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks\n  start_ms: 42000\n  end_ms: 43030\n- text: Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks\n  start_ms: 43030\n  end_ms: 47010\n- text: While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds\n  start_ms: 47010\n  end_ms: 50010\n- text: Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin\n  start_ms: 50010\n  end_ms: 52080\n- text: Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n  start_ms: 52080\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 58050\n- text: Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home\n  start_ms: 58050\n  end_ms: 61050\n- text: Light bones and let you rock my three-G stone\n  start_ms: 61050\n  end_ms: 63050\n- text: So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin\n  start_ms: 63050\n  end_ms: 66050\n- text: And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin\n  start_ms: 66050\n  end_ms: 69080\n- text: Keys twenty-four a brick\n  start_ms: 69080\n  end_ms: 70020\n- text: Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit\n  start_ms: 70020\n  end_ms: 73020\n- text: Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  start_ms: 73020\n  end_ms: 76030\n- text: By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  start_ms: 76030\n  end_ms: 79080\n- text: Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off\n  start_ms: 79080\n  end_ms: 82030\n- text: Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up\n  start_ms: 82030\n  end_ms: 85000\n- text: I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n  start_ms: 85000\n  end_ms: 88020\n- text: I got your back though\n  start_ms: 88020\n  end_ms: 90030\n- text: Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n  start_ms: 90030\n  end_ms: 92080\n- text: Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n  start_ms: 92080\n  end_ms: 95070\n- text: Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n  start_ms: 95070\n  end_ms: 98050\n- text: What's today's mathematic Son? 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knowledge God\n\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\n  Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\n  Selling coke right out the bottle\n  Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\n\n  Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n  Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\n  Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Night time rollin with spics\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n\n  Sixteen shots in his fishtank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\n  Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\n  Claimin New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on\n  I can't front though, truck loads of indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe\n\n  Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n  Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n  Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n  What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God\n\n  Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n  Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n  Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n  What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God\n\n  Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n  Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n  Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n  What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God\n\n  Yeah uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggaz\n  Word up, show your love\n  Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n  Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n  Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n  Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n  About to make moves and slide like grease\n  Moves and slide like grease\n  Moves\n"},{"id":2191229,"name":"Knowledge God","trackName":"Knowledge God","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface\n\n*Sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*\nPlug, *sniff* word yo\n*Snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?\n*Sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin\n*Long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!\nNo doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that\nYou know that, you know what I'm sayin?\nI miss all my niggaz, though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of them\nWord up, word up\nStovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin\nI had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man\nYou know what I'm sayin, LB?\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nShit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nWord up, youknowhatI'msayin?\nYou know how we do, word up\nSo you let my shit go on the count of three, though\nYouknowhatI'msayin?\n\n[Raekwon]\nFake niggaz throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds\nNiggaz projects filled with fiends injectin\nMorphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin\nAnd uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin\nKeys twenty-four a brick\nColumbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\n\nChorus: Raekwon\n\nYo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\nLet's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God\n\n[Raekwon]\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\nSelling coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\nCrazy peace, buying keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin with spics\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fishtank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\nSmokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\nClaimin New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on\nI can't front though, truck loads of indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe\n\nChorus 2X\n\n{*pause*}\n\nChorus\n\n[Raekwon]\nYeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggaz\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease\nMoves","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.12] Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface\n[00:01.75] *Sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*\n[00:04.48] Plug, *sniff* word yo\n[00:07.13] *Snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:11.43] \n[00:14.76] *Sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin\n[00:17.35] *Long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!\n[00:19.39] No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that\n[00:20.42] You know that, you know what I'm sayin?\n[00:20.96] I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me\n[00:24.27] And I'll never forget none of them\n[00:25.75] Word up, word up\n[00:26.96] Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin\n[00:28.20] I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man\n[00:30.47] You know what I'm sayin, LB?\n[00:32.53] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:34.20] Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?\n[00:35.97] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:36.85] Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:38.72] You know how we do, word up\n[00:40.90] So you let my shit go on the count of three, though\n[00:41.45] YouknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:42.11] [Raekwon]\n[00:42.67] Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks\n[00:44.11] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks\n[00:47.06] While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.08] Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin\n[00:52.79] Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate\n[00:55.27] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:58.00] Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home\n[01:01.03] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.71] So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin\n[01:06.31] And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin\n[01:08.78] Keys twenty-four a brick\n[01:10.51] Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit\n[01:13.56] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.35] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.15] Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:22.25] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up\n[01:25.58] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.62] I got your back though\n[01:29.32] Chorus: Raekwon\n[01:30.13] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n[01:32.88] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[01:35.43] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n[01:37.90] What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.72] [Raekwon]\n[01:41.13] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\n[01:43.38] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\n[01:46.27] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\n[01:49.55] Selling coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.69] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\n[01:54.03] Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece\n[01:56.47] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.96] Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\n[02:02.05] Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.43] Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.45] Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.74] Night time rollin with spics\n[02:12.50] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:14.86] Sixteen shots in his fishtank\n[02:17.07] And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\n[02:20.31] Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\n[02:23.18] Claimin New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.75] Where the sky 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\nI miss all my niggas though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\nSu, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\nEddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\nL, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\nShit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n(Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWord up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\nSo you let me shit got at the count of three though\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\nMorphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\nAnd uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\nKeys twenty for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\nSellin' coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\nCrazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin' with sphinx\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fist to bank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\nClaimin' New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.10] Plug\n[00:05.48] Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:08.64] Word (yo)\n[00:11.66] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:13.09] You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:16.14] Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n[00:18.38] You know that (you know I know that)\n[00:20.09] Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:21.54] I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n[00:23.69] And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:25.29] Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:27.72] Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n[00:30.72] You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n[00:31.58] L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n[00:32.98] Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n[00:34.60] (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:36.14] Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n[00:37.99] So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n[00:40.44] You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n[00:41.71] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.77] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n[00:47.05] While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.04] Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n[00:52.65] Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.36] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:57.94] Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n[01:00.65] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.02] So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n[01:06.20] And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n[01:08.60] Keys twenty for a brick\n[01:10.13] Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n[01:13.65] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.20] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.31] Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:21.70] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n[01:24.60] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.59] I got your back though\n[01:29.94] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[01:32.96] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[01:35.53] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[01:38.08] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.51] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n[01:43.90] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n[01:46.25] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n[01:49.49] Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.18] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n[01:54.23] Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n[01:56.32] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.61] Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n[02:02.21] Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.32] Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.53] Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.47] Night time rollin' with sphinx\n[02:12.52] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.28] Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n[02:17.78] And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n[02:20.58] Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n[02:23.21] Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.47] Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n[02:28.54] I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n[02:30.98] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n[02:34.15] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:36.92] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:39.56] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:42.13] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[02:44.84] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:47.60] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:50.23] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:53.03] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:06.16] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[03:08.95] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[03:11.49] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[03:14.31] What's today's mathematic, son? 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\n  I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n  And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n  L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n  Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n  (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n  So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n  Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n  Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n  While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n  Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n  Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n  Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n  Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n  Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n  So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n  And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n  Keys twenty for a brick\n  Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n  Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n  Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n  I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n  I got your back though\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n  Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n  Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n  Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n  Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n  Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n  Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Night time rollin' with sphinx\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n  Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n  Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n  Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n  I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n  Word up, show your love\n  Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n  Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n  Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n  Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n  About to make moves and slide like grease\n  Moves and slide like grease\n"},{"id":14207337,"name":"Knowledge God","trackName":"Knowledge God","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx․․․","duration":264.533333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface\n\n*sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*\nPlug, *sniff* word yo\n*snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?\n*sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin\n*long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!\nNo doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that\nYou know that, you know what I'm sayin?\nI miss all my niggaz, though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of them\nWord up, word up\nStovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin\nI had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man\nYou know what I'm sayin, LB?\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nShit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nWord up, youknowhatI'msayin?\nYou know how we do, word up\nSo you let my shit go on the count of three, though\nYouknowhatI'msayin?\n\n[Raekwon]\nFake niggaz throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds\nNiggaz projects filled with fiends injectin\nMorphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin\nAnd uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin\nKeys twenty-four a brick\nColumbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off\nlook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\n\nChorus: Raekwon\n\nYo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\nLet's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God\n\n[Raekwon]\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\nSelling coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\nCrazy peace, buying keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin with spics\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fishtank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\nSmokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\nClaimin New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on\nI can't front though, truck loads of indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe\n\nChorus 2X\n\n{*pause*}\n\nChorus\n\n[Raekwon]\nYeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggaz\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease\nMoves","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.12] Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface\n[00:01.75] *sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*\n[00:04.48] Plug, *sniff* word yo\n[00:07.13] *snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:11.43] \n[00:14.76] *sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin\n[00:17.35] *long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!\n[00:19.39] No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that\n[00:20.42] You know that, you know what I'm sayin?\n[00:20.96] I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me\n[00:24.27] And I'll never forget none of them\n[00:25.75] Word up, word up\n[00:26.96] Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin\n[00:28.20] I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man\n[00:30.47] You know what I'm sayin, LB?\n[00:32.53] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:34.20] Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?\n[00:35.97] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:36.85] Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:38.72] You know how we do, word up\n[00:40.90] So you let my shit go on the count of three, though\n[00:41.45] YouknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:42.11] [Raekwon]\n[00:42.67] Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks\n[00:44.11] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks\n[00:47.06] While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.08] Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin\n[00:52.79] Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate\n[00:55.27] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:58.00] Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home\n[01:01.03] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.71] So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin\n[01:06.31] And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin\n[01:08.78] Keys twenty-four a brick\n[01:10.51] Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit\n[01:13.56] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.35] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.15] Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:22.25] look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up\n[01:25.58] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.62] I got your back though\n[01:29.32] Chorus: Raekwon\n[01:30.13] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n[01:32.88] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[01:35.43] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n[01:37.90] What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.72] [Raekwon]\n[01:41.13] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\n[01:43.38] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\n[01:46.27] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\n[01:49.55] Selling coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.69] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\n[01:54.03] Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece\n[01:56.47] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.96] Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\n[02:02.05] Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.43] Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.45] Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.74] Night time rollin with spics\n[02:12.50] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:14.86] Sixteen shots in his fishtank\n[02:17.07] And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\n[02:20.31] Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\n[02:23.18] Claimin New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.75] Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on\n[02:28.31] I can't front though, truck loads of indo\n[02:30.93] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe\n[02:34.12] Chorus 2X\n[02:37.43] \n[02:57.47] {*pause*}\n[03:00.90] \n[03:07.79] Chorus\n[03:10.99] \n[03:17.09] [Raekwon]\n[03:19.96] \n[03:22.09] Yeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggaz\n[03:26.82] Word up, show your love\n[03:28.73] Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n[03:32.78] Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n[03:36.95] Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n[03:40.94] Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n[03:47.50] About to make moves and slide like grease\n[03:51.29] Moves and slide like grease\n[03:53.42] Moves\n[03:55.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knowledge God\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx․․․\n  duration_ms: 264533\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface'\n  start_ms: 1120\n  end_ms: 1750\n- text: '*sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*'\n  start_ms: 1750\n  end_ms: 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(Take your time, take your time)\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\nMorphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\nAnd uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\nKeys twenty for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\nSellin' coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\nCrazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin' with sphinx\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fist to bank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\nClaimin' New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.10] Plug\n[00:05.48] Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:08.64] Word (yo)\n[00:11.66] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:13.09] You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:16.14] Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n[00:18.38] You know that (you know I know that)\n[00:20.09] Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:21.54] I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n[00:23.69] And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:25.29] Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:27.72] Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n[00:30.72] You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n[00:31.58] L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n[00:32.98] Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n[00:34.60] (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:36.14] Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n[00:37.99] So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n[00:40.44] You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n[00:41.71] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.77] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n[00:47.05] While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.04] Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n[00:52.65] Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.36] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:57.94] Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n[01:00.65] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.02] So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n[01:06.20] And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n[01:08.60] Keys twenty for a brick\n[01:10.13] Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n[01:13.65] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.20] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.31] Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:21.70] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n[01:24.60] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.59] I got your back though\n[01:29.94] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[01:32.96] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[01:35.53] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[01:38.08] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.51] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n[01:43.90] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n[01:46.25] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n[01:49.49] Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.18] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n[01:54.23] Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n[01:56.32] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.61] Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n[02:02.21] Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.32] Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.53] Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.47] Night time rollin' with sphinx\n[02:12.52] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.28] Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n[02:17.78] And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n[02:20.58] Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n[02:23.21] Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.47] Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n[02:28.54] I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n[02:30.98] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n[02:34.15] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:36.92] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:39.56] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:42.13] What's today's mathematic, son? 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\n  I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n  And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n  L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n  Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n  (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n  So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n  Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n  Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n  While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n  Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n  Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n  Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n  Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n  Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n  So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n  And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n  Keys twenty for a brick\n  Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n  Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n  Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n  I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n  I got your back though\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n  Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n  Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n  Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n  Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n  Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n  Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Night time rollin' with sphinx\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n  Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n  Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n  Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n  I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n  Word up, show your love\n  Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n  Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n  Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n  Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n  About to make moves and slide like grease\n  Moves and slide like grease\n"},{"id":22022841,"name":"Knowledge God","trackName":"Knowledge God","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":262.5620829,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface\n\n*Sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*\nPlug, *sniff* word yo\n*Snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?\n*Sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin\n*Long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!\nNo doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that\nYou know that, you know what I'm sayin?\nI miss all my niggaz, though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of them\nWord up, word up\nStovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin\nI had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man\nYou know what I'm sayin, LB?\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nShit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nWord up, youknowhatI'msayin?\nYou know how we do, word up\nSo you let my shit go on the count of three, though\nYouknowhatI'msayin?\n\n[Raekwon]\nFake niggaz throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds\nNiggaz projects filled with fiends injectin\nMorphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin\nAnd uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin\nKeys twenty-four a brick\nColumbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\n\nChorus: Raekwon\n\nYo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\nLet's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God\n\n[Raekwon]\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\nSelling coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\nCrazy peace, buying keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin with spics\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fishtank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\nSmokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\nClaimin New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on\nI can't front though, truck loads of indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe\n\nChorus 2X\n\n{*pause*}\n\nChorus\n\n[Raekwon]\nYeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggaz\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease\nMoves","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.12] Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface\n[00:01.75] *Sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*\n[00:04.48] Plug, *sniff* word yo\n[00:07.13] *Snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:11.43] \n[00:14.76] *Sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin\n[00:17.35] *Long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!\n[00:19.39] No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that\n[00:20.42] You know that, you know what I'm sayin?\n[00:20.96] I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me\n[00:24.27] And I'll never forget none of them\n[00:25.75] Word up, word up\n[00:26.96] Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin\n[00:28.20] I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man\n[00:30.47] You know what I'm sayin, LB?\n[00:32.53] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:34.20] Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?\n[00:35.97] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:36.85] Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:38.72] You know how we do, word up\n[00:40.90] So you let my shit go on the count of three, though\n[00:41.45] YouknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:42.11] [Raekwon]\n[00:42.67] Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks\n[00:44.11] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks\n[00:47.06] While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.08] Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin\n[00:52.79] Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate\n[00:55.27] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:58.00] Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home\n[01:01.03] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.71] So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin\n[01:06.31] And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin\n[01:08.78] Keys twenty-four a brick\n[01:10.51] Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit\n[01:13.56] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.35] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.15] Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:22.25] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up\n[01:25.58] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.62] I got your back though\n[01:29.32] Chorus: Raekwon\n[01:30.13] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n[01:32.88] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[01:35.43] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n[01:37.90] What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.72] [Raekwon]\n[01:41.13] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\n[01:43.38] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\n[01:46.27] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\n[01:49.55] Selling coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.69] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\n[01:54.03] Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece\n[01:56.47] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.96] Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\n[02:02.05] Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.43] Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.45] Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.74] Night time rollin with spics\n[02:12.50] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:14.86] Sixteen shots in his fishtank\n[02:17.07] And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\n[02:20.31] Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\n[02:23.18] Claimin New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.75] Where the sky 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Knowledge God\n\n[Raekwon]\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\nSelling coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\nCrazy peace, buying keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin with spics\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fishtank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\nSmokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\nClaimin New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on\nI can't front though, truck loads of indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe\n\nChorus 2X\n\n{*pause*}\n\nChorus\n\n[Raekwon]\nYeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggaz\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease\nMoves","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.12] Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface\n[00:01.75] *Sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*\n[00:04.48] Plug, *sniff* word yo\n[00:07.13] *Snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:11.43] \n[00:14.76] *Sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin\n[00:17.35] *Long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!\n[00:19.39] No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that\n[00:20.42] You know that, you know what I'm sayin?\n[00:20.96] I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me\n[00:24.27] And I'll never forget none of them\n[00:25.75] Word up, word up\n[00:26.96] Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin\n[00:28.20] I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man\n[00:30.47] You know what I'm sayin, LB?\n[00:32.53] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:34.20] Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?\n[00:35.97] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:36.85] Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:38.72] You know how we do, word up\n[00:40.90] So you let my shit go on the count of three, though\n[00:41.45] YouknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:42.11] [Raekwon]\n[00:42.67] Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks\n[00:44.11] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks\n[00:47.06] While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.08] Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin\n[00:52.79] Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate\n[00:55.27] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:58.00] Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home\n[01:01.03] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.71] So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin\n[01:06.31] And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin\n[01:08.78] Keys twenty-four a brick\n[01:10.51] Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit\n[01:13.56] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.35] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.15] Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:22.25] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up\n[01:25.58] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.62] I got your back though\n[01:29.32] Chorus: Raekwon\n[01:30.13] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n[01:32.88] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[01:35.43] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n[01:37.90] What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.72] [Raekwon]\n[01:41.13] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\n[01:43.38] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\n[01:46.27] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\n[01:49.55] Selling coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.69] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\n[01:54.03] Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece\n[01:56.47] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.96] Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\n[02:02.05] Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.43] Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.45] Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.74] Night time rollin with spics\n[02:12.50] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:14.86] Sixteen shots in his fishtank\n[02:17.07] And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\n[02:20.31] Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\n[02:23.18] Claimin New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.75] Where the sky 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\nI miss all my niggas though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\nSu, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\nEddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\nL, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\nShit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n(Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWord up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\nSo you let me shit got at the count of three though\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\nMorphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\nAnd uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\nKeys twenty for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\nSellin' coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\nCrazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin' with sphinx\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fist to bank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\nClaimin' New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.10] Plug\n[00:05.48] Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:08.64] Word (yo)\n[00:11.66] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:13.09] You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:16.14] Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n[00:18.38] You know that (you know I know that)\n[00:20.09] Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:21.54] I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n[00:23.69] And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:25.29] Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:27.72] Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n[00:30.72] You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n[00:31.58] L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n[00:32.98] Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n[00:34.60] (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:36.14] Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n[00:37.99] So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n[00:40.44] You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n[00:41.71] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.77] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n[00:47.05] While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.04] Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n[00:52.65] Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.36] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:57.94] Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n[01:00.65] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.02] So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n[01:06.20] And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n[01:08.60] Keys twenty for a brick\n[01:10.13] Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n[01:13.65] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.20] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.31] Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:21.70] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n[01:24.60] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.59] I got your back though\n[01:29.94] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[01:32.96] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[01:35.53] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[01:38.08] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.51] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n[01:43.90] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n[01:46.25] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n[01:49.49] Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.18] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n[01:54.23] Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n[01:56.32] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.61] Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n[02:02.21] Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.32] Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.53] Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.47] Night time rollin' with sphinx\n[02:12.52] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.28] Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n[02:17.78] And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n[02:20.58] Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n[02:23.21] Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.47] Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n[02:28.54] I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n[02:30.98] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n[02:34.15] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:36.92] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:39.56] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:42.13] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[02:44.84] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:47.60] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:50.23] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:53.03] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:06.16] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[03:08.95] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[03:11.49] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[03:14.31] What's today's mathematic, son? 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\n  I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n  And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n  L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n  Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n  (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n  So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n  Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n  Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n  While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n  Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n  Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n  Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n  Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n  Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n  So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n  And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n  Keys twenty for a brick\n  Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n  Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n  Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n  I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n  I got your back though\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n  Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n  Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n  Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n  Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n  Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n  Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Night time rollin' with sphinx\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n  Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n  Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n  Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n  I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? 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(Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\nEddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\nL, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\nShit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n(Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWord up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\nSo you let me shit got at the count of three though\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\nMorphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\nAnd uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\nKeys twenty for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\nSellin' coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\nCrazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin' with sphinx\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fist to bank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\nClaimin' New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.10] Plug\n[00:05.48] Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:08.64] Word (yo)\n[00:11.66] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:13.09] You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:16.14] Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n[00:18.38] You know that (you know I know that)\n[00:20.09] Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:21.54] I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n[00:23.69] And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:25.29] Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:27.72] Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n[00:30.72] You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n[00:31.58] L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n[00:32.98] Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n[00:34.60] (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:36.14] Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n[00:37.99] So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n[00:40.44] You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n[00:41.71] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.77] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n[00:47.05] While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.04] Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n[00:52.65] Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.36] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:57.94] Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n[01:00.65] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.02] So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n[01:06.20] And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n[01:08.60] Keys twenty for a brick\n[01:10.13] Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n[01:13.65] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.20] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.31] Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:21.70] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n[01:24.60] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.59] I got your back though\n[01:29.94] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[01:32.96] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[01:35.53] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[01:38.08] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.51] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n[01:43.90] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n[01:46.25] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n[01:49.49] Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.18] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n[01:54.23] Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n[01:56.32] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.61] Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n[02:02.21] Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.32] Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.53] Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.47] Night time rollin' with sphinx\n[02:12.52] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.28] Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n[02:17.78] And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n[02:20.58] Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n[02:23.21] Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.47] Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n[02:28.54] I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n[02:30.98] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n[02:34.15] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:36.92] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:39.56] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:42.13] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[02:44.84] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:47.60] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:50.23] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:53.03] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:06.16] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[03:08.95] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[03:11.49] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[03:14.31] What's today's mathematic, son? 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\n  I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n  And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n  L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n  Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n  (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n  So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n  Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n  Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n  While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n  Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n  Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n  Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n  Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n  Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n  So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n  And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n  Keys twenty for a brick\n  Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n  Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n  Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n  I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n  I got your back though\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n  Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n  Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n  Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n  Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n  Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n  Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Night time rollin' with sphinx\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n  Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n  Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n  Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n  I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n  Word up, show your love\n  Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n  Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n  Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n  Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n  About to make moves and slide like grease\n  Moves and slide like grease\n"},{"id":35023390,"name":"Knowledge God","trackName":"Knowledge God","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Document","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Plug\nWord, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\nWord (yo)\nKnow what I'm sayin'?\nYou know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\nUnit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\nYou know that (you know I know that)\nKnow what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\nI miss all my niggas though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\nSu, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\nEddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\nL, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\nShit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n(Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWord up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\nSo you let me shit got at the count of three though\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\nMorphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\nAnd uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\nKeys twenty for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\nSellin' coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\nCrazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin' with sphinx\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fist to bank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\nClaimin' New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.10] Plug\n[00:05.48] Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:08.64] Word (yo)\n[00:11.66] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:13.09] You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:16.14] Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n[00:18.38] You know that (you know I know that)\n[00:20.09] Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:21.54] I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n[00:23.69] And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:25.29] Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:27.72] Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n[00:30.72] You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n[00:31.58] L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n[00:32.98] Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n[00:34.60] (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:36.14] Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n[00:37.99] So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n[00:40.44] You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n[00:41.71] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.77] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n[00:47.05] While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.04] Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n[00:52.65] Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.36] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:57.94] Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n[01:00.65] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.02] So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n[01:06.20] And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n[01:08.60] Keys twenty for a brick\n[01:10.13] Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n[01:13.65] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.20] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.31] Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:21.70] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n[01:24.60] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.59] I got your back though\n[01:29.94] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[01:32.96] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[01:35.53] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[01:38.08] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.51] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n[01:43.90] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n[01:46.25] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n[01:49.49] Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.18] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n[01:54.23] Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n[01:56.32] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.61] Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n[02:02.21] Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.32] Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.53] Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.47] Night time rollin' with sphinx\n[02:12.52] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.28] Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n[02:17.78] And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n[02:20.58] Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n[02:23.21] Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.47] Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n[02:28.54] I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n[02:30.98] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n[02:34.15] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:36.92] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:39.56] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:42.13] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[02:44.84] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:47.60] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:50.23] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:53.03] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:06.16] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[03:08.95] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[03:11.49] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[03:14.31] What's today's mathematic, son? 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\n  I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n  And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n  L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n  Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n  (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n  So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n  Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n  Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n  While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n  Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n  Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n  Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n  Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n  Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n  So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n  And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n  Keys twenty for a brick\n  Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n  Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n  Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n  I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n  I got your back though\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n  Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n  Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n  Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n  Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n  Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n  Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Night time rollin' with sphinx\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n  Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n  Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n  Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n  I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? 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Knowledge God\n  Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n  Word up, show your love\n  Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n  Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n  Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n  Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n  About to make moves and slide like grease\n  Moves and slide like grease\n"},{"id":34401349,"name":"Knowledge God","trackName":"Knowledge God","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Plug\nWord, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\nWord (yo)\nKnow what I'm sayin'?\nYou know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\nUnit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\nYou know that (you know I know that)\nKnow what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\nI miss all my niggas though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\nSu, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\nEddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\nL, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\nShit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n(Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWord up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\nSo you let me shit got at the count of three though\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\nMorphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\nAnd uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\nKeys twenty for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\nSellin' coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\nCrazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin' with sphinx\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fist to bank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\nClaimin' New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.10] Plug\n[00:05.48] Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:08.64] Word (yo)\n[00:11.66] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:13.09] You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:16.14] Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n[00:18.38] You know that (you know I know that)\n[00:20.09] Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:21.54] I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n[00:23.69] And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:25.29] Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:27.72] Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n[00:30.72] You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n[00:31.58] L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n[00:32.98] Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n[00:34.60] (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:36.14] Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n[00:37.99] So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n[00:40.44] You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n[00:41.71] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.77] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n[00:47.05] While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.04] Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n[00:52.65] Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.36] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:57.94] Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n[01:00.65] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.02] So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n[01:06.20] And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n[01:08.60] Keys twenty for a brick\n[01:10.13] Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n[01:13.65] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.20] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.31] Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:21.70] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n[01:24.60] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.59] I got your back though\n[01:29.94] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[01:32.96] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[01:35.53] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[01:38.08] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.51] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n[01:43.90] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n[01:46.25] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n[01:49.49] Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.18] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n[01:54.23] Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n[01:56.32] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.61] Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n[02:02.21] Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.32] Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.53] Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.47] Night time rollin' with sphinx\n[02:12.52] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.28] Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n[02:17.78] And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n[02:20.58] Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n[02:23.21] Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.47] Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n[02:28.54] I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n[02:30.98] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n[02:34.15] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:36.92] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:39.56] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:42.13] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[02:44.84] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:47.60] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:50.23] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:53.03] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:06.16] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[03:08.95] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[03:11.49] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[03:14.31] What's today's mathematic, son? 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\n  I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n  And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n  L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n  Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n  (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n  So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n  Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n  Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n  While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n  Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n  Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n  Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n  Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n  Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n  So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n  And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n  Keys twenty for a brick\n  Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n  Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n  Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n  I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n  I got your back though\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n  Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n  Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n  Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n  Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n  Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n  Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Night time rollin' with sphinx\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n  Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n  Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n  Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n  I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? 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(Take your time, take your time)\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\nMorphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\nAnd uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\nKeys twenty for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\nSellin' coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\nCrazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin' with sphinx\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fist to bank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\nClaimin' New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.10] Plug\n[00:05.48] Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:08.64] Word (yo)\n[00:11.66] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:13.09] You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:16.14] Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n[00:18.38] You know that (you know I know that)\n[00:20.09] Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:21.54] I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n[00:23.69] And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:25.29] Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:27.72] Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n[00:30.72] You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n[00:31.58] L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n[00:32.98] Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n[00:34.60] (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:36.14] Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n[00:37.99] So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n[00:40.44] You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n[00:41.71] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.77] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n[00:47.05] While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.04] Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n[00:52.65] Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.36] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:57.94] Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n[01:00.65] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.02] So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n[01:06.20] And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n[01:08.60] Keys twenty for a brick\n[01:10.13] Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n[01:13.65] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.20] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.31] Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:21.70] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n[01:24.60] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.59] I got your back though\n[01:29.94] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[01:32.96] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[01:35.53] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[01:38.08] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.51] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n[01:43.90] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n[01:46.25] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n[01:49.49] Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.18] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n[01:54.23] Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n[01:56.32] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.61] Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n[02:02.21] Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.32] Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.53] Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.47] Night time rollin' with sphinx\n[02:12.52] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.28] Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n[02:17.78] And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n[02:20.58] Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n[02:23.21] Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.47] Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n[02:28.54] I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n[02:30.98] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n[02:34.15] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:36.92] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:39.56] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:42.13] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[02:44.84] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:47.60] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:50.23] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:53.03] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:06.16] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[03:08.95] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[03:11.49] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[03:14.31] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:21.73] Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n[03:25.96] Word up, show your love\n[03:28.70] Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n[03:31.75] Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n[03:36.23] Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n[03:41.95] Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n[03:46.68] About to make moves and slide like grease\n[03:50.83] Moves and slide like grease","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knowledge God\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\n  I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n  And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n  L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n  Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n  (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n  So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n  Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n  Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n  While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n  Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n  Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n  Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n  Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n  Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n  So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n  And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n  Keys twenty for a brick\n  Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n  Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n  Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n  I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n  I got your back though\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n  Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n  Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n  Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n  Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n  Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n  Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Night time rollin' with sphinx\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n  Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n  Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n  Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n  I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n  Word up, show your love\n  Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n  Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n  Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n  Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n  About to make moves and slide like grease\n  Moves and slide like grease\n"},{"id":27180745,"name":"Knowledge God","trackName":"Knowledge God","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built For Cuban Linx","duration":264.437542,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Plug\nWord, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\nWord (yo)\nKnow what I'm sayin'?\nYou know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\nUnit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\nYou know that (you know I know that)\nKnow what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\nI miss all my niggas though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\nSu, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\nEddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\nL, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\nShit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n(Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWord up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\nSo you let me shit got at the count of three though\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\nMorphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\nAnd uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\nKeys twenty for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\nSellin' coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\nCrazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin' with sphinx\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fist to bank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\nClaimin' New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.10] Plug\n[00:05.48] Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:08.64] Word (yo)\n[00:11.66] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:13.09] You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:16.14] Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n[00:18.38] You know that (you know I know that)\n[00:20.09] Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:21.54] I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n[00:23.69] And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:25.29] Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:27.72] Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n[00:30.72] You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n[00:31.58] L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n[00:32.98] Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n[00:34.60] (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:36.14] Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n[00:37.99] So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n[00:40.44] You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n[00:41.71] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.77] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n[00:47.05] While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.04] Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n[00:52.65] Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.36] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:57.94] Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n[01:00.65] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.02] So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n[01:06.20] And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n[01:08.60] Keys twenty for a brick\n[01:10.13] Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n[01:13.65] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.20] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.31] Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:21.70] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n[01:24.60] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.59] I got your back though\n[01:29.94] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[01:32.96] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[01:35.53] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[01:38.08] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.51] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n[01:43.90] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n[01:46.25] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n[01:49.49] Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.18] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n[01:54.23] Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n[01:56.32] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.61] Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n[02:02.21] Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.32] Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.53] Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.47] Night time rollin' with sphinx\n[02:12.52] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.28] Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n[02:17.78] And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n[02:20.58] Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n[02:23.21] Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.47] Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n[02:28.54] I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n[02:30.98] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n[02:34.15] Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:36.92] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:39.56] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:42.13] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[02:44.84] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:47.60] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:50.23] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:53.03] What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:06.16] Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[03:08.95] Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[03:11.49] Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[03:14.31] What's today's mathematic, son? 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\n  I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n  And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n  L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n  Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n  (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n  So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n  Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n  Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n  While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n  Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n  Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n  Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n  Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n  Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n  So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n  And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n  Keys twenty for a brick\n  Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n  Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n  Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n  I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n  I got your back though\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n  Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n  Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n  Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n  Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n  Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n  Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Night time rollin' with sphinx\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n  Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n  Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n  Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n  I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? 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Knowledge God\n  Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n  Word up, show your love\n  Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n  Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n  Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n  Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n  About to make moves and slide like grease\n  Moves and slide like grease\n"},{"id":39494336,"name":"Knowledge God","trackName":"Knowledge God","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… Instrumentals","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Plug\nWord, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\nWord (yo)\nKnow what I'm sayin'?\nYou know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\nUnit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\nYou know that (you know I know that)\nKnow what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\nI miss all my niggas though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\nSu, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\nEddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\nL, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\nShit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n(Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWord up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\nSo you let me shit got at the count of three though\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\nMorphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\nAnd uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\nKeys twenty for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\nSellin' coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\nCrazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin' with sphinx\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fist to bank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\nClaimin' New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.10]Plug\n[00:05.48]Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:08.64]Word (yo)\n[00:11.66]Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:13.09]You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:16.14]Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n[00:18.38]You know that (you know I know that)\n[00:20.09]Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:21.54]I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n[00:23.69]And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:25.29]Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:27.72]Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n[00:30.72]You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n[00:31.58]L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n[00:32.98]Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n[00:34.60](Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:36.14]Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n[00:37.99]So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n[00:40.44]You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n[00:41.71]Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.77]Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n[00:47.05]While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.04]Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n[00:52.65]Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.36]Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:57.94]Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n[01:00.65]Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.02]So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n[01:06.20]And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n[01:08.60]Keys twenty for a brick\n[01:10.13]Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n[01:13.65]Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.20]By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.31]Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:21.70]Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n[01:24.60]I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.59]I got your back though\n[01:29.94]Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[01:32.96]Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[01:35.53]Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[01:38.08]What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.51]Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n[01:43.90]Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n[01:46.25]Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n[01:49.49]Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.18]Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n[01:54.23]Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n[01:56.32]Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.61]Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n[02:02.21]Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.32]Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.53]Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.47]Night time rollin' with sphinx\n[02:12.52]Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.28]Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n[02:17.78]And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n[02:20.58]Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n[02:23.21]Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.47]Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n[02:28.54]I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n[02:30.98]Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n[02:34.15]Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:36.92]Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:39.56]Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:42.13]What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[02:44.84]Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:47.60]Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:50.23]Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:53.03]What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:06.16]Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[03:08.95]Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[03:11.49]Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[03:14.31]What's today's mathematic, son? 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\n  I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n  And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n  L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n  Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n  (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n  So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n  Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n  Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n  While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n  Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n  Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n  Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n  Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n  Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n  So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n  And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n  Keys twenty for a brick\n  Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n  Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n  Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n  I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n  I got your back though\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n  Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n  Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n  Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n  Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n  Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n  Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Night time rollin' with sphinx\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n  Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n  Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n  Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n  I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? 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(Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\nEddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\nL, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\nShit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n(Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWord up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\nSo you let me shit got at the count of three though\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\nMorphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\nAnd uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\nKeys twenty for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\nSellin' coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\nCrazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin' with sphinx\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fist to bank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\nClaimin' New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.10]Plug\n[00:05.48]Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:08.64]Word (yo)\n[00:11.66]Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:13.09]You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:16.14]Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n[00:18.38]You know that (you know I know that)\n[00:20.09]Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:21.54]I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n[00:23.69]And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:25.29]Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:27.72]Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n[00:30.72]You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n[00:31.58]L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n[00:32.98]Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n[00:34.60](Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:36.14]Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n[00:37.99]So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n[00:40.44]You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n[00:41.71]Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.77]Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n[00:47.05]While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.04]Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n[00:52.65]Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.36]Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:57.94]Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n[01:00.65]Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.02]So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n[01:06.20]And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n[01:08.60]Keys twenty for a brick\n[01:10.13]Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n[01:13.65]Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.20]By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.31]Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:21.70]Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n[01:24.60]I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.59]I got your back though\n[01:29.94]Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[01:32.96]Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[01:35.53]Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[01:38.08]What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.51]Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n[01:43.90]Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n[01:46.25]Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n[01:49.49]Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.18]Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n[01:54.23]Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n[01:56.32]Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.61]Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n[02:02.21]Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.32]Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.53]Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.47]Night time rollin' with sphinx\n[02:12.52]Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.28]Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n[02:17.78]And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n[02:20.58]Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n[02:23.21]Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.47]Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n[02:28.54]I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n[02:30.98]Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n[02:34.15]Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:36.92]Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:39.56]Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:42.13]What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[02:44.84]Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:47.60]Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:50.23]Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:53.03]What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:06.16]Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[03:08.95]Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[03:11.49]Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[03:14.31]What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:21.73]Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n[03:25.96]Word up, show your love\n[03:28.70]Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n[03:31.75]Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n[03:36.23]Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n[03:41.95]Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n[03:46.68]About to make moves and slide like grease\n[03:50.83]Moves and slide like grease","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knowledge God\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built For Cuban Links\n  duration_ms: 264600\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Plug\n  start_ms: 4100\n  end_ms: 5480\n- text: Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n  start_ms: 5480\n  end_ms: 8640\n- text: Word (yo)\n  start_ms: 8640\n  end_ms: 11660\n- text: Know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 11660\n  end_ms: 13090\n- text: You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n  start_ms: 13090\n  end_ms: 16140\n- text: Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n  start_ms: 16140\n  end_ms: 18380\n- text: You know that (you know I know that)\n  start_ms: 18380\n  end_ms: 20090\n- text: Know what I'm sayin'? 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\n  I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n  And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n  L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n  Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n  (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n  So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n  Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n  Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n  While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n  Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n  Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n  Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n  Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n  Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n  So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n  And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n  Keys twenty for a brick\n  Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n  Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n  Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n  I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n  I got your back though\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n  Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n  Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n  Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n  Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n  Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n  Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Night time rollin' with sphinx\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n  Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n  Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n  Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n  I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n  Word up, show your love\n  Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n  Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n  Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n  Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n  About to make moves and slide like grease\n  Moves and slide like grease\n"},{"id":39861366,"name":"Knowledge God","trackName":"Knowledge God","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Plug\nWord, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\nWord (yo)\nKnow what I'm sayin'?\nYou know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\nUnit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\nYou know that (you know I know that)\nKnow what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\nI miss all my niggas though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\nSu, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\nEddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\nL, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\nShit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n(Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWord up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\nSo you let me shit got at the count of three though\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\nMorphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\nAnd uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\nKeys twenty for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\nSellin' coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\nCrazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin' with sphinx\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fist to bank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\nClaimin' New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\nYo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nWhy's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\nLet's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.10]Plug\n[00:05.48]Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:08.64]Word (yo)\n[00:11.66]Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:13.09]You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:16.14]Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n[00:18.38]You know that (you know I know that)\n[00:20.09]Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:21.54]I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n[00:23.69]And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:25.29]Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:27.72]Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n[00:30.72]You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n[00:31.58]L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n[00:32.98]Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n[00:34.60](Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:36.14]Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n[00:37.99]So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n[00:40.44]You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n[00:41.71]Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.77]Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n[00:47.05]While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.04]Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n[00:52.65]Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.36]Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:57.94]Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n[01:00.65]Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.02]So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n[01:06.20]And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n[01:08.60]Keys twenty for a brick\n[01:10.13]Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n[01:13.65]Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.20]By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.31]Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:21.70]Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n[01:24.60]I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.59]I got your back though\n[01:29.94]Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[01:32.96]Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[01:35.53]Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[01:38.08]What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.51]Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n[01:43.90]Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n[01:46.25]Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n[01:49.49]Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.18]Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n[01:54.23]Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n[01:56.32]Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.61]Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n[02:02.21]Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.32]Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.53]Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.47]Night time rollin' with sphinx\n[02:12.52]Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.28]Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n[02:17.78]And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n[02:20.58]Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n[02:23.21]Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.47]Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n[02:28.54]I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n[02:30.98]Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n[02:34.15]Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:36.92]Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:39.56]Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:42.13]What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[02:44.84]Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[02:47.60]Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[02:50.23]Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[02:53.03]What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:06.16]Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n[03:08.95]Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n[03:11.49]Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n[03:14.31]What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n[03:21.73]Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n[03:25.96]Word up, show your love\n[03:28.70]Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n[03:31.75]Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n[03:36.23]Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n[03:41.95]Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n[03:46.68]About to make moves and slide like grease\n[03:50.83]Moves and slide like grease","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knowledge God\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs\n  duration_ms: 264533\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Plug\n  start_ms: 4100\n  end_ms: 5480\n- text: Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?)\n  start_ms: 5480\n  end_ms: 8640\n- text: Word (yo)\n  start_ms: 8640\n  end_ms: 11660\n- text: Know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 11660\n  end_ms: 13090\n- text: You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n  start_ms: 13090\n  end_ms: 16140\n- text: Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)\n  start_ms: 16140\n  end_ms: 18380\n- text: You know that (you know I know that)\n  start_ms: 18380\n  end_ms: 20090\n- text: Know what I'm sayin'? 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(Know what I'm sayin'?)\n  I miss all my niggas though, believe me\n  And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n  L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah)\n  Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God?\n  (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n  So you let me shit got at the count of three though\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n  Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n  Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks\n  While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n  Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin'\n  Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate\n  Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n  Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n  Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n  So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin'\n  And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin'\n  Keys twenty for a brick\n  Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n  Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off\n  Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up\n  I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n  I got your back though\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n  Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano\n  Sellin' coke right out the bottle\n  Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax)\n  Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n  Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor\n  Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Night time rollin' with sphinx\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n  Sixteen shots in his fist to bank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n  Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra\n  Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron\n  I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit\n  Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God\n  Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n  Word up, show your love\n  Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\n  Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n  Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah\n  Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n  About to make moves and slide like grease\n  Moves and slide like grease\n"},{"id":2385900,"name":"Knowledge God","trackName":"Knowledge God","artistName":"Chef Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface\n\n*Sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*\nPlug, *sniff* word yo\n*Snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?\n*Sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin\n*Long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!\nNo doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that\nYou know that, you know what I'm sayin?\nI miss all my niggaz, though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of them\nWord up, word up\nStovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin\nI had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man\nYou know what I'm sayin, LB?\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nShit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?\nYeah yeah yeah yeah\nWord up, youknowhatI'msayin?\nYou know how we do, word up\nSo you let my shit go on the count of three, though\nYouknowhatI'msayin?\n\n[Raekwon]\nFake niggaz throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks\nWhile World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds\nNiggaz projects filled with fiends injectin\nMorphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\nChill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\nSo, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin\nAnd uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin\nKeys twenty-four a brick\nColumbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off\nLook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\nI got your back though\n\nChorus: Raekwon\n\nYo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\nLet's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\nWhat's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God\n\n[Raekwon]\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\nItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\nSelling coke right out the bottle\nSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\nCrazy peace, buying keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\nCondo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\nMafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\nTeachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\nMixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNight time rollin with spics\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\nSixteen shots in his fishtank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\nSmokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\nClaimin New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on\nI can't front though, truck loads of indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe\n\nChorus 2X\n\n{*pause*}\n\nChorus\n\n[Raekwon]\nYeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggaz\nWord up, show your love\nYeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the fifty-two states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease\nMoves","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.12] Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface\n[00:01.75] *Sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*\n[00:04.48] Plug, *sniff* word yo\n[00:07.13] *Snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:11.43] \n[00:14.76] *Sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin\n[00:17.35] *Long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!\n[00:19.39] No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that\n[00:20.42] You know that, you know what I'm sayin?\n[00:20.96] I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me\n[00:24.27] And I'll never forget none of them\n[00:25.75] Word up, word up\n[00:26.96] Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin\n[00:28.20] I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man\n[00:30.47] You know what I'm sayin, LB?\n[00:32.53] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:34.20] Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?\n[00:35.97] Yeah yeah yeah yeah\n[00:36.85] Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:38.72] You know how we do, word up\n[00:40.90] So you let my shit go on the count of three, though\n[00:41.45] YouknowhatI'msayin?\n[00:42.11] [Raekwon]\n[00:42.67] Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks\n[00:44.11] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks\n[00:47.06] While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.08] Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin\n[00:52.79] Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate\n[00:55.27] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen\n[00:58.00] Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home\n[01:01.03] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.71] So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin\n[01:06.31] And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin\n[01:08.78] Keys twenty-four a brick\n[01:10.51] Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit\n[01:13.56] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.35] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.15] Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off\n[01:22.25] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up\n[01:25.58] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it\n[01:27.62] I got your back though\n[01:29.32] Chorus: Raekwon\n[01:30.13] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit\n[01:32.88] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[01:35.43] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah\n[01:37.90] What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God\n[01:40.72] [Raekwon]\n[01:41.13] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere\n[01:43.38] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia\n[01:46.27] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano\n[01:49.55] Selling coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.69] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds\n[01:54.03] Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece\n[01:56.47] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures\n[01:59.96] Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor\n[02:02.05] Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.43] Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.45] Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.74] Night time rollin with spics\n[02:12.50] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:14.86] Sixteen shots in his fishtank\n[02:17.07] And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana\n[02:20.31] Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra\n[02:23.18] Claimin New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.75] Where the sky 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Word (yo)\nKnow what I'm sayin'?\nYou know, you know, we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\nUnit back in the days kid (I know that, son, I know that)\nYou know that (you know I know that), know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\nI miss all my niggas, though, believe me\nAnd I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n\nSu, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\nEddie, motherfuckin' all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\nL, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nShit is wild, though, God, you know what I'm saying God? (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWord up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\nSo you let my shit go at the count of three, though\nYou know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n\nFake niggas throw shit in they drinks\nClub nights we snatch links, politic, Africans and Chinks\nWide World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\nNiggas projects filled with fiends injecting morphine\nThe God seen more cream, and upstate\nCousin Reek, almost got hit with 14\nChill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\nLight bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n\nSo, see cousin, yo, I was working, cats I'm jerking\nAnd uptown these niggas acting like they hurting\nKeys 20 for a brick\nColombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\nStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\nBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\nSkied up, weaved the fuck-up, to top it off\nLook beat up with two crack fiends hugging your seed up\nI took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it\nI got your back, though\n\nYo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\nLet's get money, son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God (uh, uh)\n\nFly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\nHit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\nItaliano, slanted-eye, banging a fat Milano\nSelling coke right out the bottle\n\nSometime a nigga bought .9s to test with mines (sit back, relax)\nCrazy piece, buying keys in Greece\nWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dough figures\nCondo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor\n\nMafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby\nTeaching his seed Wu-Tang karate\nMixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\nNighttime rolling with snakes\n\nExtra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n16 shots in his fish tank\nAnd his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\nSmoking ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra\n\nClaiming New York was ancient Babylon\nWhere the sky stayed the color of gray, like heron\nI can't front though, truck loads of Indo\nSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n\nYo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\nLet's get money, son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\n\nYo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\nLet's get money, son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\n\nYo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\nLet's get money, son, now you wanna smoke shit\nChill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\nWhat's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\n\nYeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\nWord up, show your love\nYeah, y'all, yeah, y'all, yeah\nWord up, London, Europe, Africa\nWord up, the 50 states, yeah\nCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\nAbout to make moves and slide like grease\nMoves and slide like grease","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.76] Plug\n[00:06.41] Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?) Word (yo)\n[00:11.49] Know what I'm sayin'?\n[00:13.45] You know, you know, we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:16.88] Unit back in the days kid (I know that, son, I know that)\n[00:19.10] You know that (you know I know that), know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:21.65] I miss all my niggas, though, believe me\n[00:24.05] And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:25.64] Su, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n[00:28.15] Eddie, motherfuckin' all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n[00:31.14] You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n[00:31.99] L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:33.54] Shit is wild, though, God, you know what I'm saying God? (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[00:36.41] Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n[00:38.57] So you let my shit go at the count of three, though\n[00:40.72] You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n[00:42.03] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n[00:43.94] Club nights we snatch links, politic, Africans and Chinks\n[00:47.27] Wide World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n[00:50.18] Niggas projects filled with fiends injecting morphine\n[00:53.50] The God seen more cream, and upstate\n[00:55.68] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with 14\n[00:58.13] Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n[01:00.83] Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n[01:03.38] So, see cousin, yo, I was working, cats I'm jerking\n[01:06.49] And uptown these niggas acting like they hurting\n[01:08.80] Keys 20 for a brick\n[01:10.60] Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n[01:14.07] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n[01:16.53] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n[01:19.46] Skied up, weaved the fuck-up, to top it off\n[01:22.02] Look beat up with two crack fiends hugging your seed up\n[01:24.86] I took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it\n[01:27.76] I got your back, though\n[01:30.19] Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\n[01:33.17] Let's get money, son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[01:35.77] Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\n[01:38.48] What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God (uh, uh)\n[01:40.76] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n[01:44.03] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n[01:46.21] Italiano, slanted-eye, banging a fat Milano\n[01:49.16] Selling coke right out the bottle\n[01:51.34] Sometime a nigga bought .9s to test with mines (sit back, relax)\n[01:54.38] Crazy piece, buying keys in Greece\n[01:56.75] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dough figures\n[01:59.89] Condo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor\n[02:02.42] Mafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby\n[02:05.58] Teaching his seed Wu-Tang karate\n[02:07.64] Mixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n[02:10.99] Nighttime rolling with snakes\n[02:12.56] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n[02:15.44] 16 shots in his fish tank\n[02:17.77] And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n[02:20.57] Smoking ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra\n[02:23.55] Claiming New York was ancient Babylon\n[02:25.96] Where the sky stayed the color of gray, like heron\n[02:28.76] I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n[02:31.26] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n[02:33.96] Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\n[02:37.02] Let's get money, son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[02:39.69] Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\n[02:42.53] What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\n[02:44.75] Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\n[02:47.74] Let's get money, son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[02:50.39] Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\n[02:53.13] What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\n[03:06.13] Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\n[03:09.15] Let's get money, son, now you wanna smoke shit\n[03:11.81] Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\n[03:14.48] What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\n[03:23.28] Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n[03:26.53] Word up, show your love\n[03:29.74] Yeah, y'all, yeah, y'all, yeah\n[03:32.52] Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n[03:37.41] Word up, the 50 states, yeah\n[03:42.70] Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n[03:48.01] About to make moves and slide like grease\n[03:51.74] Moves and slide like grease\n[03:53.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knowledge God (instrumental)\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Plug\n  start_ms: 4760\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?) 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Word (yo)\n  Know what I'm sayin'?\n  You know, you know, we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt)\n  Unit back in the days kid (I know that, son, I know that)\n  You know that (you know I know that), know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)\n  I miss all my niggas, though, believe me\n  And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?)\n\n  Su, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?)\n  Eddie, motherfuckin' all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah)\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you)\n  L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Shit is wild, though, God, you know what I'm saying God? (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up)\n  So you let my shit go at the count of three, though\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time)\n\n  Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks\n  Club nights we snatch links, politic, Africans and Chinks\n  Wide World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds\n  Niggas projects filled with fiends injecting morphine\n  The God seen more cream, and upstate\n  Cousin Reek, almost got hit with 14\n  Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home\n  Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone\n\n  So, see cousin, yo, I was working, cats I'm jerking\n  And uptown these niggas acting like they hurting\n  Keys 20 for a brick\n  Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit\n  Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June\n  By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room\n  Skied up, weaved the fuck-up, to top it off\n  Look beat up with two crack fiends hugging your seed up\n  I took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it\n  I got your back, though\n\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\n  Let's get money, son, now you wanna smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God (uh, uh)\n\n  Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere\n  Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna\n  Italiano, slanted-eye, banging a fat Milano\n  Selling coke right out the bottle\n\n  Sometime a nigga bought .9s to test with mines (sit back, relax)\n  Crazy piece, buying keys in Greece\n  Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dough figures\n  Condo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor\n\n  Mafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby\n  Teaching his seed Wu-Tang karate\n  Mixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks\n  Nighttime rolling with snakes\n\n  Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank\n  16 shots in his fish tank\n  And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana\n  Smoking ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra\n\n  Claiming New York was ancient Babylon\n  Where the sky stayed the color of gray, like heron\n  I can't front though, truck loads of Indo\n  Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho\n\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\n  Let's get money, son, now you wanna smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\n\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\n  Let's get money, son, now you wanna smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\n\n  Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?\n  Let's get money, son, now you wanna smoke shit\n  Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah\n  What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God\n\n  Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas\n  Word up, show your love\n  Yeah, y'all, yeah, y'all, yeah\n  Word up, London, Europe, Africa\n  Word up, the 50 states, yeah\n  Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah\n  About to make moves and slide like grease\n  Moves and slide like grease\n"}]