[{"id":36952569,"name":"Hereditary","trackName":"Hereditary","artistName":"Ransom","albumName":"Directors Cut Scene 3","duration":145.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know boys who bore the weight of\nPallbearer long before the rigors of college\nBut the most famous of us will have streets named in our honor\nMartin Luther King Drive and Malcolm X Boulevard\nBoth debunk the myth of respectability\nAnd proves that no matter the politics\nAll Black boys are doomed to die by bullets\nBut how can you complain?\n\nWe demand justice for Breonna and George, I pray that you rest well\nWhen I was locked, I witnessed a murder right in the next cell\n\nThe C.O.s beat that brother to death for smugglin' Nextels\n\nKilled him while he was cuffed and\nI bet that made all they chest swell\n\nElderberries with fresh kale\n\nImmune to your viruses that infect males\nIn tune with the Bible and its possessed spells (Let's go)\nNo need to test Hell, we felt the brother's pain\nHe was suffocated with knee, now the\nCountry's waitin' to exhale (Damn)\nI'm even-keeled, but I've even killed\nI demand respect and I won't leave until\n\nI'ma bet on Black like I was Stephen Hill\n\nLivin' in them shacks and thinkin' we should kill\n\nNow they say it's cap, you thinkin' we should kneel\nHow they held us back will be a secret still (Still)\nYou don't hear them screechin' wheels (Nah)\nYou don't hear them shots fired (Blaow)\nFirearm I keep concealed (Yeah)\nPlantation cops hired (Woah)\n\nThey're here to police the fields (Yeah)\nAmerican dream, you sleepin' if you believe it's real (Facts)\nHow you think my people feel? (How?)\nWe ain't dodgin' bullets 'cause we seekin' thrills (Nah)\nI done seen some shit that make a preacher squeal (Damn)\nThey say we sick because the streets is ill\n\nHeart is cold enough to give the reaper chills\n\nEverything I speak surreal, record labels, keep your deal (Uh-huh)\n\nI just told my mama she don't need them pills\n\nScreamin', \"Fuck your honor, we don't need appeals\" (Fuck you)\n\nSpeakin' of pills, I need to speak to Bill\n\nHow could you hurt your wife? He servin'\nLife, I need to see Camille (Woah)\nModern day warfare (Warfare), they tryna kill us off here (Off here)\nThem days that we all feared (It's here)\nThey say life ain't all fair (It ain't fair)\n\nShout out to Jemele Hill (Queen), them haters took her off air (Yeah)\nBut now we know that Hell's real\nWhy?) Because my people all here (Damn)\nShit that I be forced to write\n\nI'm in the mind of Kobe before his flight\nWas he nervous? Was he relaxed? Did he think to call his wife?\nWas it service? Did she collapse when she heard he lost his life?\nWhat a circus, media traps, just try to ignore the lights (Real shit)\nSomebody had to wipe the blood up off the cross of Christ (Somebody)\nSomebody had to tell Martin King he was forced to fight (Somebody)\nSomebody had to teach Ray to play when he lost his sight\nLife is quick, the words of a Malcolm X on a Harlem night (Goddamn)\nI'm just sayin' I'll do the dirty work\n\nNever trust the words from a fiend's mouth on the 31st (Never)\nYou ever seen a preacher with Cadillacs in a dirty church? (Hmm)\nThink we deserve this curse? (Mm) Know where you heard this first\n\nBe my victim","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.50] I know boys who bore the weight of\n[00:04.07] Pallbearer long before the rigors of college\n[00:06.63] But the most famous of us will have streets named in our honor\n[00:10.66] Martin Luther King Drive and Malcolm X Boulevard\n[00:14.56] Both debunk the myth of respectability\n[00:16.91] And proves that no matter the politics\n[00:19.29] All Black boys are doomed to die by bullets\n[00:21.73] But how can you complain?\n[00:22.92] We demand justice for Breonna and George, I pray that you rest well\n[00:26.47] When I was locked, I witnessed a murder right in the next cell\n[00:29.22] The C.O.s beat that brother to death for smugglin' Nextels\n[00:32.13] Killed him while he was cuffed and\n[00:33.64] I bet that made all they chest swell\n[00:35.13] Elderberries with fresh kale\n[00:36.79] Immune to your viruses that infect males\n[00:38.89] In tune with the Bible and its possessed spells (Let's go)\n[00:41.49] No need to test Hell, we felt the brother's pain\n[00:43.66] He was suffocated with knee, now the\n[00:45.46] Country's waitin' to exhale (Damn)\n[00:47.23] I'm even-keeled, but I've even killed\n[00:49.24] I demand respect and I won't leave until\n[00:51.54] I'ma bet on Black like I was Stephen Hill\n[00:53.62] Livin' in them shacks and thinkin' we should kill\n[00:55.87] Now they say it's cap, you thinkin' we should kneel\n[00:58.08] How they held us back will be a secret still (Still)\n[01:00.30] You don't hear them screechin' wheels (Nah)\n[01:01.84] You don't hear them shots fired (Blaow)\n[01:03.20] Firearm I keep concealed (Yeah)\n[01:04.77] Plantation cops hired (Woah)\n[01:06.16] They're here to police the fields (Yeah)\n[01:07.57] American dream, you sleepin' if you believe it's real (Facts)\n[01:10.57] How you think my people feel? (How?)\n[01:12.03] We ain't dodgin' bullets 'cause we seekin' thrills (Nah)\n[01:14.20] I done seen some shit that make a preacher squeal (Damn)\n[01:16.53] They say we sick because the streets is ill\n[01:18.40] Heart is cold enough to give the reaper chills\n[01:20.72] Everything I speak surreal, record labels, keep your deal (Uh-huh)\n[01:23.73] I just told my mama she don't need them pills\n[01:25.84] Screamin', \"Fuck your honor, we don't need appeals\" (Fuck you)\n[01:28.24] Speakin' of pills, I need to speak to Bill\n[01:30.01] How could you hurt your wife? He servin'\n[01:31.66] Life, I need to see Camille (Woah)\n[01:33.28] Modern day warfare (Warfare), they tryna kill us off here (Off here)\n[01:35.96] Them days that we all feared (It's here)\n[01:37.49] They say life ain't all fair (It ain't fair)\n[01:39.07] Shout out to Jemele Hill (Queen), them haters took her off air (Yeah)\n[01:41.85] But now we know that Hell's real\n[01:43.38] Why?) Because my people all here (Damn)\n[01:44.84] Shit that I be forced to write\n[01:46.42] I'm in the mind of Kobe before his flight\n[01:48.62] Was he nervous? Was he relaxed? Did he think to call his wife?\n[01:51.58] Was it service? Did she collapse when she heard he lost his life?\n[01:54.47] What a circus, media traps, just try to ignore the lights (Real shit)\n[01:57.64] Somebody had to wipe the blood up off the cross of Christ (Somebody)\n[02:00.56] Somebody had to tell Martin King he was forced to fight (Somebody)\n[02:03.45] Somebody had to teach Ray to play when he lost his sight\n[02:06.04] Life is quick, the words of a Malcolm X on a Harlem night (Goddamn)\n[02:10.00] I'm just sayin' I'll do the dirty work\n[02:12.06] Never trust the words from a fiend's mouth on the 31st (Never)\n[02:14.81] You ever seen a preacher with Cadillacs in a dirty church? (Hmm)\n[02:18.07] Think we deserve this curse? 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