[{"id":34940799,"name":"From Dusk Till Dawn","trackName":"From Dusk Till Dawn","artistName":"Ransom","albumName":"Directors Cut Scene 3","duration":154.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Love from the hood\nAn honor only bestowed on those who showed the hood the\nMost unwavering of loyalties, I'm talking street niggas\nMost literally from cradle to grave\nMost literally from corner to coroner\nMost literally, niggas who hug the block\nIn their last moments, gasping for air\nRight before yellow tape makes a spectacle\nOf their bodies sprawled on cement\nIf the hood loves you, she'll make a monument of this location\n\nForever been a force\nY'all lit the torch inside my inner thoughts, a nigga lost\nIronic I find myself in the midst of court (Uh-huh)\nYou immature, think every minute's yours, that's miniature\nLike Minotaurs, a bull-headed nigga\n\nDon't like to listen, dog, let's finish off\nI been to your hell, am I a sinner? Sure, but look\nIt's a ray from that rifle that keeps\nY'all insecure (Doot-doot, doot-doot)\nBut what's gon' make us kick in them doors?\nThis here is neither chess nor checkers, nigga, this shit is war\nYou been a fraud, I'd forfeit if I was you (Uh-huh), a prophet's view\nThe love can make you strong but the hate will make you unstoppable\n\nWhat I could do is show you the vision for every obstacle\nWhat not to do and turn the improbable\nTo impossible (Let's fucking go)\nNow these rappers is name-calling\n\nDon't gamble with your mic and end up like a James Jordan (Pshh, damn)\nI know you feel when them flames roaring, rain pouring\nFlood your ears with the fears of me brainstorming\nAim crawling through the mud with fatigues, I'm in pain warring (Blah)\nBut me and Pain is equivalent to a plane\nSoaring (I'm built for this shit, man)\nI relived horrors that make you men quiver\nIntense nigga, I'm just a kingpin with a king's pen, nigga\n\nVerses of 10K, I move like MJ with the blicker\nBlack reuben, Kincaid, since tenth grade with my niggas\nA mogul, I sign rappers, I get paid to get bigger\nShit is bittersweet, I mixed the lemonade with the liquor, woo\nAmazingly dope, Pain baby, they say he the GOAT\nBig Daddy Kane and Wayne Gacy on coke\nA mix of Hulkamania and Tray Chaney, I'm both\nI'm religiously counting digits, Pennsylvania's Pope\nPain, sharp imagery, dark energy, part Hennessy\nUncertain future with harsh memories\n\nYeah, the kid is a star, that's authentically\nI'm obese, Roseanne Barr as I scar enemies, woo\n\nThese suckers, they don't respect the flex\nI'm calling shots right from the chair like I'm Professor X\n\nChopper got a tripod, that's an Erector Set\nEtch-a-Sketch you right out the picture, that's a direct effect\nMy plan vivid, I hand-picked it, this man wicked\nYou understand me and Ran is a pandemic\n\nSee, they gave me the light and I ran with it\nTwo champions exchanging punches, Durant, Leonard, motherfucker","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.34] Love from the hood\n[00:02.91] An honor only bestowed on those who showed the hood the\n[00:06.07] Most unwavering of loyalties, I'm talking street niggas\n[00:10.31] Most literally from cradle to grave\n[00:12.62] Most literally from corner to coroner\n[00:15.14] Most literally, niggas who hug the block\n[00:17.04] In their last moments, gasping for air\n[00:19.32] Right before yellow tape makes a spectacle\n[00:21.55] Of their bodies sprawled on cement\n[00:23.38] If the hood loves you, she'll make a monument of this location\n[00:26.23] Forever been a force\n[00:27.76] Y'all lit the torch inside my inner thoughts, a nigga lost\n[00:30.45] Ironic I find myself in the midst of court (Uh-huh)\n[00:33.20] You immature, think every minute's yours, that's miniature\n[00:35.82] Like Minotaurs, a bull-headed nigga\n[00:37.86] Don't like to listen, dog, let's finish off\n[00:39.77] I been to your hell, am I a sinner? Sure, but look\n[00:42.65] It's a ray from that rifle that keeps\n[00:44.36] Y'all insecure (Doot-doot, doot-doot)\n[00:46.40] But what's gon' make us kick in them doors?\n[00:48.37] This here is neither chess nor checkers, nigga, this shit is war\n[00:51.33] You been a fraud, I'd forfeit if I was you (Uh-huh), a prophet's view\n[00:54.40] The love can make you strong but the hate will make you unstoppable\n[00:57.57] What I could do is show you the vision for every obstacle\n[01:00.65] What not to do and turn the improbable\n[01:02.72] To impossible (Let's fucking go)\n[01:04.80] Now these rappers is name-calling\n[01:06.85] Don't gamble with your mic and end up like a James Jordan (Pshh, damn)\n[01:10.81] I know you feel when them flames roaring, rain pouring\n[01:13.58] Flood your ears with the fears of me brainstorming\n[01:15.91] Aim crawling through the mud with fatigues, I'm in pain warring (Blah)\n[01:19.26] But me and Pain is equivalent to a plane\n[01:21.59] Soaring (I'm built for this shit, man)\n[01:23.29] I relived horrors that make you men quiver\n[01:25.47] Intense nigga, I'm just a kingpin with a king's pen, nigga\n[01:28.70] Verses of 10K, I move like MJ with the blicker\n[01:31.43] Black reuben, Kincaid, since tenth grade with my niggas\n[01:34.41] A mogul, I sign rappers, I get paid to get bigger\n[01:37.51] Shit is bittersweet, I mixed the lemonade with the liquor, woo\n[01:41.38] Amazingly dope, Pain baby, they say he the GOAT\n[01:44.30] Big Daddy Kane and Wayne Gacy on coke\n[01:46.75] A mix of Hulkamania and Tray Chaney, I'm both\n[01:49.85] I'm religiously counting digits, Pennsylvania's Pope\n[01:53.15] Pain, sharp imagery, dark energy, part Hennessy\n[01:57.35] Uncertain future with harsh memories\n[02:00.08] Yeah, the kid is a star, that's authentically\n[02:02.72] I'm obese, Roseanne Barr as I scar enemies, woo\n[02:06.92] These suckers, they don't respect the flex\n[02:08.83] I'm calling shots right from the chair like I'm Professor X\n[02:12.49] Chopper got a tripod, that's an Erector Set\n[02:15.03] Etch-a-Sketch you right out the picture, that's a direct effect\n[02:18.41] My plan vivid, I hand-picked it, this man wicked\n[02:21.52] You understand me and Ran is a pandemic\n[02:24.73] See, they gave me the light and I ran with it\n[02:27.38] Two champions exchanging punches, Durant, Leonard, motherfucker\n[02:34.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: From Dusk Till Dawn\n  artist: Ransom\n  album: Directors Cut Scene 3\n  duration_ms: 154000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Love from the hood\n  start_ms: 340\n  end_ms: 2910\n- text: An honor only bestowed on those who showed the hood the\n  start_ms: 2910\n  end_ms: 6070\n- text: Most unwavering of loyalties, I'm talking street niggas\n  start_ms: 6070\n  end_ms: 10310\n- text: Most literally from cradle to grave\n  start_ms: 10310\n  end_ms: 12620\n- text: Most literally from corner to coroner\n  start_ms: 12620\n  end_ms: 15140\n- text: Most literally, niggas who hug the block\n  start_ms: 15140\n  end_ms: 17040\n- text: In their last moments, gasping for air\n  start_ms: 17040\n  end_ms: 19320\n- text: Right before yellow tape makes a spectacle\n  start_ms: 19320\n  end_ms: 21550\n- text: Of their bodies sprawled on cement\n  start_ms: 21550\n  end_ms: 23380\n- text: If the hood loves you, she'll make a monument of this location\n  start_ms: 23380\n  end_ms: 26230\n- text: Forever been a force\n  start_ms: 26230\n  end_ms: 27760\n- text: Y'all lit the torch inside my inner thoughts, a nigga lost\n  start_ms: 27760\n  end_ms: 30450\n- text: Ironic I find myself in the midst of court (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 30450\n  end_ms: 33200\n- text: You immature, think every minute's yours, that's miniature\n  start_ms: 33200\n  end_ms: 35820\n- text: Like Minotaurs, a bull-headed nigga\n  start_ms: 35820\n  end_ms: 37860\n- text: Don't like to listen, dog, let's finish off\n  start_ms: 37860\n  end_ms: 39770\n- text: I been to your hell, am I a sinner? 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Sure, but look\n  It's a ray from that rifle that keeps\n  Y'all insecure (Doot-doot, doot-doot)\n  But what's gon' make us kick in them doors?\n  This here is neither chess nor checkers, nigga, this shit is war\n  You been a fraud, I'd forfeit if I was you (Uh-huh), a prophet's view\n  The love can make you strong but the hate will make you unstoppable\n\n  What I could do is show you the vision for every obstacle\n  What not to do and turn the improbable\n  To impossible (Let's fucking go)\n  Now these rappers is name-calling\n\n  Don't gamble with your mic and end up like a James Jordan (Pshh, damn)\n  I know you feel when them flames roaring, rain pouring\n  Flood your ears with the fears of me brainstorming\n  Aim crawling through the mud with fatigues, I'm in pain warring (Blah)\n  But me and Pain is equivalent to a plane\n  Soaring (I'm built for this shit, man)\n  I relived horrors that make you men quiver\n  Intense nigga, I'm just a kingpin with a king's pen, nigga\n\n  Verses of 10K, I move like MJ with the blicker\n  Black reuben, Kincaid, since tenth grade with my niggas\n  A mogul, I sign rappers, I get paid to get bigger\n  Shit is bittersweet, I mixed the lemonade with the liquor, woo\n  Amazingly dope, Pain baby, they say he the GOAT\n  Big Daddy Kane and Wayne Gacy on coke\n  A mix of Hulkamania and Tray Chaney, I'm both\n  I'm religiously counting digits, Pennsylvania's Pope\n  Pain, sharp imagery, dark energy, part Hennessy\n  Uncertain future with harsh memories\n\n  Yeah, the kid is a star, that's authentically\n  I'm obese, Roseanne Barr as I scar enemies, woo\n\n  These suckers, they don't respect the flex\n  I'm calling shots right from the chair like I'm Professor X\n\n  Chopper got a tripod, that's an Erector Set\n  Etch-a-Sketch you right out the picture, that's a direct effect\n  My plan vivid, I hand-picked it, this man wicked\n  You understand me and Ran is a pandemic\n\n  See, they gave me the light and I ran with it\n  Two champions exchanging punches, Durant, Leonard, motherfucker\n"}]