[{"id":33048520,"name":"Pulp Fiction (instrumental)","trackName":"Pulp Fiction (instrumental)","artistName":"Ransom","albumName":"Director's Cut: Scene One","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Word, word, son\nYeah, pass the Quan on\nI mean we just, yeah, let's cut that\nWe gotta hit the block like, like 7 o'clock, man\nThem fiends out there, man\nWe gotta get there, man, let's get it, man\nHurry the fuck up, man\n\nDram vials, two razors, a pile of dishes, survival wishlist\nCouple grams snorted in Bible scriptures, I'm wild and vicious\nSend the foulest bitches to hit him dressed as my rival's mistress\nFire biscuit, blood on the wall, lookin' like hieroglyphics\n\nYeah, I ain't never hide specifics, besides I'm gifted (Yeah)\nAnd I ain't tellin' lies to risk it (Nah)\nThe streets anointed me, I'm royalty\nY'all never was there when it came to lawyer fees\nWhile I was on trial watchin' my lawyer freeze (Damn)\nIn my cell fightin' for toiletries\n\nYou was in chows, rice with the soy and beans\nEnjoyin' greens, shrimp tempura dumplings, avoid the steam\nYou probably wish I died in that cell, but\nI destroyed your dream (Y'all niggas wish)\nI'm Belichick with a loyal team\n\nNiggas hated, came home flourishin', left the pigs deflated\n\nStreet sermons to get 'em teary-eyed\nWe eerie guys, the rounds get wild as I watch my fury rise\nReminiscin' when I was dope dealin'\nWas so thrillin', but that broke feelin'\nHad me in abandoned tenements that had no ceilin'\nBorn used to tell me, \"Go 'head and hustle, you so willin'\"\nCouldn't see the sole of my Timbs, now we four-wheelin'\n\n'Member me and Mone hit Papi and Dame Prince?\nCame tense, pistol went off and ain't been the same since (Real shit)\nAll of that violence ain't make sense (Nah)\nI'm just tryna give all my listeners the same glimpse (Let's go)\nIf you can't abide by the rules, then you make new ones\nYour man made a dollar, you jealous, just make you one\nHow you had your hand in that cake and then take two crumbs?\nDon't gamble with your life, take risks, just a few ones (Yes, sir)\nI went to the club and I threw a few ones\n\nShorty said, \"I'm here for your money, what made you come?\" (Damn)\nI'm like Tarantino writin' the script for you\nThis ain't Pulp Fiction, it's facts, that's all I spit for you\n\nDamn, man, I heard, I heard, I heard you, bro, I heard you\nYou say the same shit, man\nYou always talk about the same shit\nWe always do the same shit, my nigga\nY'all niggas make me sick, fuck\nYo, listen, man\nYou can't open new doors with old fuckin' keys, man\nYou gotta change your mentality, man\nChange your way of thinkin', my nigga, think differently\n\nThe streets got a hold of my senses and my only defense is\nI was cold and relentless, hoppin' both of them fences\nBy the grocery entrance, I ain't supposed to be senseless\nProduct of my environment, how they gon' hold it against us?\nStuck my nose in the trenches\nThe devil's work is done and I was his chosen apprentice\n\nSellin' dope on the benches, kept it a hundred\nEven when niggas spoke with resentment, I'm hopin' you meant it\nFlow is crazy 'cause every quote is demented\nMy vocals cemented deep in your heart and soul\nA heart of gold that got tainted by seein' coke on my father's nose\nTime reveals some of the deepest scars\nMy mama said that I would reach the stars\nMy mama said I was the one, a golden child\nWith a future brighter than East DeBarge\nCan a serpent swim in a sea of guards?\n\nHad the thirst to win and I beat the odds\n\nGo to church and sin in the reaper's garb\nI'm a child of war, so I grip it and aim effectively\nThe AMT auto mag Ford came with accessories\nThe DA locked Shaheem, they claimin' accessory\nBut doin' twenty-five in a cell just ain't in my destiny\nGotta be honest with you\nThe art of war is like the finest picture\nAnd guess who's appraisin' the equity?\nYou think all this pain is affectin' me?\nYou can't score the game as a referee\n\nYou can't board this plane and sit next to me\nGod level, beyond devils, nobody's stressin' me\n\nAll my newest rivals is suicidal\nScrew the Bible, I'm who you idol, nigga, the best is me","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.34] Word, word, son\n[00:01.82] Yeah, pass the Quan on\n[00:03.21] I mean we just, yeah, let's cut that\n[00:05.36] We gotta hit the block like, like 7 o'clock, man\n[00:07.76] Them fiends out there, man\n[00:08.66] We gotta get there, man, let's get it, man\n[00:10.61] Hurry the fuck up, man\n[00:11.57] Dram vials, two razors, a pile of dishes, survival wishlist\n[00:14.92] Couple grams snorted in Bible scriptures, I'm wild and vicious\n[00:17.89] Send the foulest bitches to hit him dressed as my rival's mistress\n[00:20.73] Fire biscuit, blood on the wall, lookin' like hieroglyphics\n[00:24.02] Yeah, I ain't never hide specifics, besides I'm gifted (Yeah)\n[00:27.27] And I ain't tellin' lies to risk it (Nah)\n[00:29.09] The streets anointed me, I'm royalty\n[00:30.90] Y'all never was there when it came to lawyer fees\n[00:33.11] While I was on trial watchin' my lawyer freeze (Damn)\n[00:36.42] In my cell fightin' for toiletries\n[00:39.22] You was in chows, rice with the soy and beans\n[00:41.20] Enjoyin' greens, shrimp tempura dumplings, avoid the steam\n[00:44.29] You probably wish I died in that cell, but\n[00:46.16] I destroyed your dream (Y'all niggas wish)\n[00:48.36] I'm Belichick with a loyal team\n[00:50.24] Niggas hated, came home flourishin', left the pigs deflated\n[00:54.11] Street sermons to get 'em teary-eyed\n[00:55.97] We eerie guys, the rounds get wild as I watch my fury rise\n[00:58.41] Reminiscin' when I was dope dealin'\n[00:59.82] Was so thrillin', but that broke feelin'\n[01:01.74] Had me in abandoned tenements that had no ceilin'\n[01:04.54] Born used to tell me, \"Go 'head and hustle, you so willin'\"\n[01:07.21] Couldn't see the sole of my Timbs, now we four-wheelin'\n[01:09.85] 'Member me and Mone hit Papi and Dame Prince?\n[01:12.28] Came tense, pistol went off and ain't been the same since (Real shit)\n[01:16.03] All of that violence ain't make sense (Nah)\n[01:18.06] I'm just tryna give all my listeners the same glimpse (Let's go)\n[01:20.75] If you can't abide by the rules, then you make new ones\n[01:23.39] Your man made a dollar, you jealous, just make you one\n[01:26.22] How you had your hand in that cake and then take two crumbs?\n[01:28.66] Don't gamble with your life, take risks, just a few ones (Yes, sir)\n[01:32.07] I went to the club and I threw a few ones\n[01:34.25] Shorty said, \"I'm here for your money, what made you come?\" (Damn)\n[01:37.46] I'm like Tarantino writin' the script for you\n[01:39.60] This ain't Pulp Fiction, it's facts, that's all I spit for you\n[01:42.47] Damn, man, I heard, I heard, I heard you, bro, I heard you\n[01:45.93] You say the same shit, man\n[01:47.90] You always talk about the same shit\n[01:49.27] We always do the same shit, my nigga\n[01:50.95] Y'all niggas make me sick, fuck\n[01:55.02] Yo, listen, man\n[01:55.90] You can't open new doors with old fuckin' keys, man\n[01:59.55] You gotta change your mentality, man\n[02:01.91] Change your way of thinkin', my nigga, think differently\n[02:04.67] The streets got a hold of my senses and my only defense is\n[02:07.91] I was cold and relentless, hoppin' both of them fences\n[02:10.76] By the grocery entrance, I ain't supposed to be senseless\n[02:13.48] Product of my environment, how they gon' hold it against us?\n[02:16.39] Stuck my nose in the trenches\n[02:17.77] The devil's work is done and I was his chosen apprentice\n[02:20.50] Sellin' dope on the benches, kept it a hundred\n[02:22.93] Even when niggas spoke with resentment, I'm hopin' you meant it\n[02:25.61] Flow is crazy 'cause every quote is demented\n[02:27.71] My vocals cemented deep in your heart and soul\n[02:30.58] A heart of gold that got tainted by seein' coke on my father's nose\n[02:34.10] Time reveals some of the deepest scars\n[02:36.05] My mama said that I would reach the stars\n[02:38.16] My mama said I was the one, a golden child\n[02:40.35] With a future brighter than East DeBarge\n[02:43.15] Can a serpent swim in a sea of guards?\n[02:45.98] Had the thirst to win and I beat the odds\n[02:48.72] Go to church and sin in the reaper's garb\n[02:50.72] I'm a child of war, so I grip it and aim effectively\n[02:53.43] The AMT auto mag Ford came with accessories\n[02:56.18] The DA locked Shaheem, they claimin' accessory\n[02:59.03] But doin' twenty-five in a cell just ain't in my destiny\n[03:02.10] Gotta be honest with you\n[03:03.52] The art of war is like the finest picture\n[03:05.63] And guess who's appraisin' the equity?\n[03:08.48] You think all this pain is affectin' me?\n[03:11.27] You can't score the game as a referee\n[03:14.05] You can't board this plane and sit next to me\n[03:16.09] God level, beyond devils, nobody's stressin' me\n[03:19.73] All my newest rivals 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team\n\n  Niggas hated, came home flourishin', left the pigs deflated\n\n  Street sermons to get 'em teary-eyed\n  We eerie guys, the rounds get wild as I watch my fury rise\n  Reminiscin' when I was dope dealin'\n  Was so thrillin', but that broke feelin'\n  Had me in abandoned tenements that had no ceilin'\n  Born used to tell me, \"Go 'head and hustle, you so willin'\"\n  Couldn't see the sole of my Timbs, now we four-wheelin'\n\n  'Member me and Mone hit Papi and Dame Prince?\n  Came tense, pistol went off and ain't been the same since (Real shit)\n  All of that violence ain't make sense (Nah)\n  I'm just tryna give all my listeners the same glimpse (Let's go)\n  If you can't abide by the rules, then you make new ones\n  Your man made a dollar, you jealous, just make you one\n  How you had your hand in that cake and then take two crumbs?\n  Don't gamble with your life, take risks, just a few ones (Yes, sir)\n  I went to the club and I threw a few ones\n\n  Shorty said, \"I'm here 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me\n\n  All my newest rivals is suicidal\n  Screw the Bible, I'm who you idol, nigga, the best is me\n"}]