[{"id":32334311,"name":"What They Call Me","trackName":"What They Call Me","artistName":"Rah Digga","albumName":"Boom Bap Rap","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"For starters, peace to all the martyrs, and all the pioneers\nCheers!\nHere's to a new breed of broad, yeah we like it raw!\nComin to the floor, I be next to rep like Al Gore\n(Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane\nNope, honey from the Bricks, ya'll familiar wit the name\nI be worse than any Alien, Predator or Relic\nWitch from the east nigga, tell em how to spell it\n\nThe R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n\nI'm primetime, you a local on cable\nI battle you on yo' shit and then invoice your label\nHit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy\nFlip it type wicked like Cinderella family\n(For what) For tryin to step to a Rah situation\nLess rhymin years, less formal education\nGettin less spins than a BBS\nLess hype in the streets and you writin even less\n(Now you ain't fresh) MC's goin crazy\n(Nah, you ain't a fresh) Ya'll could never out-blaze me\nLess knowhow, more ho now\nStay up out of grown folks biz 'fore I show you what broke is\nYappin all day bout who crew the best\nTake a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess\nContinue to bless any track that come this way\nNine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe\n\nThe R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n\nPeace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan\nBitches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig Latin\nHeads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone\nWaitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on\n(Come on) The kind of heads take the ghetto approach\nHard foul the opposition or strangle the coach\nI be stashin marijuanna in my Dolce & Gabana\nDead em like gamma, if they don't have no manners\nCall the dopest MC my little junior\nPlayin the game and be a coach like Tuna\nMad, what I say go, B-girl original\nBoy Wonder, Chocolate latte (Hooo!)\nWhat the chicks say, hoes might oppose\nBut most chicks happy I can rock without takin off my clothes\nAnd all the niggas say \"Damn, this bitch is tight\nAin't heard a broad rip like that since MC Lyte\" (Come on)\n\nThe R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.83] For starters, peace to all the martyrs, and all the pioneers\n[00:24.59] Cheers!\n[00:25.48] Here's to a new breed of broad, yeah we like it raw!\n[00:28.40] Comin to the floor, I be next to rep like Al Gore\n[00:31.63] (Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane\n[00:34.31] Nope, honey from the Bricks, ya'll familiar wit the name\n[00:36.87] I be worse than any Alien, Predator or Relic\n[00:39.51] Witch from the east nigga, tell em how to spell it\n\n[00:42.48] The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n\n[01:03.03] I'm primetime, you a local on cable\n[01:06.03] I battle you on yo' shit and then invoice your label\n[01:08.79] Hit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy\n[01:11.27] Flip it type wicked like Cinderella family\n[01:13.87] (For what) For tryin to step to a Rah situation\n[01:16.35] Less rhymin years, less formal education\n[01:19.03] Gettin less spins than a BBS\n[01:21.47] Less hype in the streets and you writin even less\n[01:24.47] (Now you ain't fresh) MC's goin crazy\n[01:27.16] (Nah, you ain't a fresh) Ya'll could never out-blaze me\n[01:29.95] Less knowhow, more ho now\n[01:31.31] Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore I show you what broke is\n[01:35.19] Yappin all day bout who crew the best\n[01:37.59] Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess\n[01:40.19] Continue to bless any track that come this way\n[01:43.11] Nine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe\n\n[01:45.91] The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n[02:08.72] \n[02:17.05] Peace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan\n[02:19.98] Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig Latin\n[02:22.89] Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone\n[02:25.37] Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on\n[02:27.73] (Come on) The kind of heads take the ghetto approach\n[02:30.29] Hard foul the opposition or strangle the coach\n[02:32.73] I be stashin marijuanna in my Dolce & Gabana\n[02:35.42] Dead em like gamma, if they don't have no manners\n[02:38.34] Call the dopest MC my little junior\n[02:40.98] Playin the game and be a coach like Tuna\n[02:43.46] Mad, what I say go, B-girl original\n[02:46.57] Boy Wonder, Chocolate latte (Hooo!)\n[02:48.81] What the chicks say, hoes might oppose\n[02:50.90] But most chicks happy I can rock without takin off my clothes\n[02:54.02] And all the niggas say \"Damn, this bitch is tight\n[02:56.65] Ain't heard a broad rip like that since MC Lyte\" (Come on)\n\n[02:59.86] The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n[03:43.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What They Call Me\n  artist: Rah Digga\n  album: Boom Bap Rap\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: For starters, peace to all the martyrs, and all the pioneers\n  start_ms: 20830\n  end_ms: 24590\n- text: Cheers!\n  start_ms: 24590\n  end_ms: 25480\n- text: Here's to a new breed of broad, yeah we like it raw!\n  start_ms: 25480\n  end_ms: 28400\n- text: Comin to the floor, I be next to rep like Al Gore\n  start_ms: 28400\n  end_ms: 31630\n- text: (Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane\n  start_ms: 31630\n  end_ms: 34310\n- text: Nope, honey from the Bricks, ya'll familiar wit the name\n  start_ms: 34310\n  end_ms: 36870\n- text: I be worse than any Alien, Predator or Relic\n  start_ms: 36870\n  end_ms: 39510\n- text: Witch from the east nigga, tell em how to spell it\n  start_ms: 39510\n  end_ms: 42480\n- text: The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n  start_ms: 42480\n  end_ms: 63030\n- text: I'm primetime, you a local on cable\n  start_ms: 63030\n  end_ms: 66030\n- text: I battle you on yo' shit and then invoice your label\n  start_ms: 66030\n  end_ms: 68790\n- text: Hit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy\n  start_ms: 68790\n  end_ms: 71270\n- text: Flip it type wicked like Cinderella family\n  start_ms: 71270\n  end_ms: 73870\n- text: (For what) For tryin to step to a Rah situation\n  start_ms: 73870\n  end_ms: 76350\n- text: Less rhymin years, less formal education\n  start_ms: 76350\n  end_ms: 79030\n- text: Gettin less spins than a BBS\n  start_ms: 79030\n  end_ms: 81470\n- text: Less hype in the streets and you writin even less\n  start_ms: 81470\n  end_ms: 84470\n- text: (Now you ain't fresh) MC's goin crazy\n  start_ms: 84470\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: (Nah, you ain't a fresh) Ya'll could never out-blaze me\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89950\n- text: Less knowhow, more ho now\n  start_ms: 89950\n  end_ms: 91310\n- text: Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore I show you what broke is\n  start_ms: 91310\n  end_ms: 95190\n- text: Yappin all day bout who crew the best\n  start_ms: 95190\n  end_ms: 97590\n- text: Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess\n  start_ms: 97590\n  end_ms: 100190\n- text: Continue to bless any track that come this way\n  start_ms: 100190\n  end_ms: 103110\n- text: Nine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe\n  start_ms: 103110\n  end_ms: 105910\n- text: The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n  start_ms: 105910\n  end_ms: 128720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 128720\n  end_ms: 137050\n- text: Peace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan\n  start_ms: 137050\n  end_ms: 139980\n- text: Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig Latin\n  start_ms: 139980\n  end_ms: 142890\n- text: Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone\n  start_ms: 142890\n  end_ms: 145370\n- text: Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on\n  start_ms: 145370\n  end_ms: 147730\n- text: (Come on) The kind of heads take the ghetto approach\n  start_ms: 147730\n  end_ms: 150290\n- text: Hard foul the opposition or strangle the coach\n  start_ms: 150290\n  end_ms: 152730\n- text: I be stashin 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Less knowhow, more ho now\n  Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore I show you what broke is\n  Yappin all day bout who crew the best\n  Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess\n  Continue to bless any track that come this way\n  Nine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe\n\n  The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n\n  Peace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan\n  Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig Latin\n  Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone\n  Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on\n  (Come on) The kind of heads take the ghetto approach\n  Hard foul the opposition or strangle the coach\n  I be stashin marijuanna in my Dolce & Gabana\n  Dead em like gamma, if they don't have no manners\n  Call the dopest MC my little junior\n  Playin the game and be a coach like Tuna\n  Mad, what I say go, B-girl original\n  Boy Wonder, Chocolate latte (Hooo!)\n  What the chicks say, hoes might oppose\n  But most chicks happy I can rock without takin off my 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manners\nCall the dopest MC my little junior\nPlayin the game and be a coach like Tuna\nMad, what I say go, B-girl original\nBoy Wonder, Chocolate latte (Hooo!)\nWhat the chicks say, hoes might oppose\nBut most chicks happy I can rock without takin off my clothes\nAnd all the niggas say \"Damn, this bitch is tight\nAin't heard a broad rip like that since MC Lyte\" (Come on)\n\nThe R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.83] For starters, peace to all the martyrs, and all the pioneers\n[00:24.59] Cheers!\n[00:25.48] Here's to a new breed of broad, yeah we like it raw!\n[00:28.40] Comin to the floor, I be next to rep like Al Gore\n[00:31.63] (Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane\n[00:34.31] Nope, honey from the Bricks, ya'll familiar wit the name\n[00:36.87] I be worse than any Alien, Predator or Relic\n[00:39.51] Witch from the east nigga, tell em how to spell it\n\n[00:42.48] The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n\n[01:03.03] I'm primetime, you a local on cable\n[01:06.03] I battle you on yo' shit and then invoice your label\n[01:08.79] Hit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy\n[01:11.27] Flip it type wicked like Cinderella family\n[01:13.87] (For what) For tryin to step to a Rah situation\n[01:16.35] Less rhymin years, less formal education\n[01:19.03] Gettin less spins than a BBS\n[01:21.47] Less hype in the streets and you writin even less\n[01:24.47] (Now you ain't fresh) MC's goin crazy\n[01:27.16] (Nah, you ain't a fresh) Ya'll could never out-blaze me\n[01:29.95] Less knowhow, more ho now\n[01:31.31] Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore I show you what broke is\n[01:35.19] Yappin all day bout who crew the best\n[01:37.59] Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess\n[01:40.19] Continue to bless any track that come this way\n[01:43.11] Nine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe\n\n[01:45.91] The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n[02:08.72] \n[02:17.05] Peace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan\n[02:19.98] Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig Latin\n[02:22.89] Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone\n[02:25.37] Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on\n[02:27.73] (Come on) The kind of heads take the ghetto approach\n[02:30.29] Hard foul the opposition or strangle the coach\n[02:32.73] I be stashin marijuanna in my Dolce & Gabana\n[02:35.42] Dead em like gamma, if they don't have no manners\n[02:38.34] Call the dopest MC my little junior\n[02:40.98] Playin the game and be a coach like Tuna\n[02:43.46] Mad, what I say go, B-girl original\n[02:46.57] Boy Wonder, Chocolate latte (Hooo!)\n[02:48.81] What the chicks say, hoes might oppose\n[02:50.90] But most chicks happy I can rock without takin off my clothes\n[02:54.02] And all the niggas say \"Damn, this bitch is tight\n[02:56.65] Ain't heard a broad rip like that since MC Lyte\" (Come on)\n\n[02:59.86] The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n[03:43.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What They Call Me\n  artist: Rah Digga\n  album: Dirty Harriet\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: For starters, peace to all the martyrs, and all the pioneers\n  start_ms: 20830\n  end_ms: 24590\n- text: Cheers!\n  start_ms: 24590\n  end_ms: 25480\n- text: Here's to a new breed of broad, yeah we like it raw!\n  start_ms: 25480\n  end_ms: 28400\n- text: Comin to the floor, I be next to rep like Al Gore\n  start_ms: 28400\n  end_ms: 31630\n- text: (Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane\n  start_ms: 31630\n  end_ms: 34310\n- text: Nope, honey from the Bricks, ya'll familiar wit the name\n  start_ms: 34310\n  end_ms: 36870\n- text: I be worse than any Alien, Predator or Relic\n  start_ms: 36870\n  end_ms: 39510\n- text: Witch from the east nigga, tell em how to spell it\n  start_ms: 39510\n  end_ms: 42480\n- text: The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n  start_ms: 42480\n  end_ms: 63030\n- text: I'm primetime, you a local on cable\n  start_ms: 63030\n  end_ms: 66030\n- text: I battle you on yo' shit and then invoice your label\n  start_ms: 66030\n  end_ms: 68790\n- text: Hit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy\n  start_ms: 68790\n  end_ms: 71270\n- text: Flip it type wicked like Cinderella family\n  start_ms: 71270\n  end_ms: 73870\n- text: (For what) For tryin to step to a Rah situation\n  start_ms: 73870\n  end_ms: 76350\n- text: Less rhymin years, less formal education\n  start_ms: 76350\n  end_ms: 79030\n- text: Gettin less spins than a BBS\n  start_ms: 79030\n  end_ms: 81470\n- text: Less hype in the streets and you writin even less\n  start_ms: 81470\n  end_ms: 84470\n- text: (Now you ain't fresh) MC's goin crazy\n  start_ms: 84470\n  end_ms: 87160\n- text: (Nah, you ain't a fresh) Ya'll could never out-blaze me\n  start_ms: 87160\n  end_ms: 89950\n- text: Less knowhow, more ho now\n  start_ms: 89950\n  end_ms: 91310\n- text: Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore I show you what broke is\n  start_ms: 91310\n  end_ms: 95190\n- text: Yappin all day bout who crew the best\n  start_ms: 95190\n  end_ms: 97590\n- text: Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess\n  start_ms: 97590\n  end_ms: 100190\n- text: Continue to bless any track that come this way\n  start_ms: 100190\n  end_ms: 103110\n- text: Nine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe\n  start_ms: 103110\n  end_ms: 105910\n- text: The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!)\n  start_ms: 105910\n  end_ms: 128720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 128720\n  end_ms: 137050\n- text: Peace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan\n  start_ms: 137050\n  end_ms: 139980\n- text: Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig Latin\n  start_ms: 139980\n  end_ms: 142890\n- text: Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone\n  start_ms: 142890\n  end_ms: 145370\n- text: Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on\n  start_ms: 145370\n  end_ms: 147730\n- text: (Come on) The 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