[{"id":9388494,"name":"NonFiction","trackName":"NonFiction","artistName":"Rapsody","albumName":"The Idea Of Beautiful","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, 9th Wonder, we got one\nNever, never done (Rapsody)\nAnd Radio Raheem DeVaughn\nChurch on the move\n\nMy birthplace was the Bronx\nAdidas with the fat shoelaces\nCazelles on the frames of our faces\nBoom Bap, out the boom box\nWe've been building this 40 years strong\nThe game is for the taking this is history in the making\nAnd let me make it clear (Ooh la la laa)\nThis ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track\nAnd Rapsody (Ooh la la laa)\n\nThis is, this is (Hip Hop)\nThis is (Ooh la la laa)\nThe Real\n\nI stay on my Ps and my Qs - Ss, Ts, Us\nI'm always working, how you spell success in the stu\nSome get they money, like to blaze in the coupe\nWas raised to spend days practicing like the hoops\nWe the truth, none realer, too uncommon like Dilla, The Light\nI shine, my rhymes come paired like the Williams\nTwo 22's, I'm a sister worth millions, lyrically\nThey all fear the flow like Big Williams\nPolo dipped, loco whips\nWeren't impressed if the flows won't potato crisp\nRap back like the NATO, connect with gods\nCause my odds of being large weighed out like Chris\nYo, Biggie the goal, I'm really the mold\nOf what you really want to be if you hadn't of sold\nYour soul, I burn slow like fo'-fo's hitting\n'95 spirit, in the days it was written\nCats stay trippin', but rip and I never stop\nGot a little buzz now I bubble like a kettle pot\nI know the devil watch and wanna touch me\nBut like metal box, I stay locked under this Hip Hop forever God\nReckless, necklace, flows all hang 'em\nReal coming back, now these rappers all changing\nFearful careers, I don't cower, the new power\nDuracell it never runs out for an hour\nKeep destroying, smoke 'em like sour\nBreak 'em all down to rebuild 'em like towers\nThat's the Real\n\nThis is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\nThis is this is, hip hop\nThis is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\nThis is this is, hip hop\nThis is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\n\nThe modern day saints of our stories\nNew torch bearers, we the children like Corey\nGunz of the ones that ran Nation of Millions and watched Mike in Delores\nUsed to ride to Nore, now the people inquiry\nAbout the 5'3\" emcee with ovaries\nGot a bite on the mic like the likes of ol' Lauryn\nHip-hop, score gotta settle it's the flip flop\nBack to when cats rolled Lexus like wrist watch\nElbow out the door, bumpin' Nas 'til the speaks pop\nCouldn't see me eye to eye, keep pumpin' your Reeboks\nRattle rear views, clear view, I don't fear you or you\nYou keep an ear to the streets, too, to hear true I been in the booth, yea killin' on the daily\nJamla representer another baby of the 80's\nKaty Perry, I grew up on Mary\nThe flow varies cause I studied those old from the erry\nOf the gold, why I shine like that find it scary\nThe game over, I kill wack emcees, all buried\nIt's the real\n\nThe game is for the taking this is history in the making\nLet me make it clear (Ooh la la laa)\nThis ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track\nTDE, ladies and gentlemen Ab-Soul!\n\nAnd while you niggas keep bangin' the same drum\nI'm smokin' like I ain't got the same lungs\nI had when I started, pardon my ignorant rants\nI rap like I move keys but Apple S can't save 'em\nThere's only so much you can show 'em\nThey been reading his story so long, they think they know him\nI'm sewing up the game, I need needle and thread\nSome people lead sheep\nSome people just need wool, the shit cuts deep\nRugby toughin' the feel, you be where the rugs be\nIn the house nigga, with the rest of the house niggas\nThug life, rolling, my homies are screaming \"fuck life\"\nShowin' love at the same damn time\nI'd say the future is looking bright contrary to CNN\nGive me a mic and about three nights\nI turn straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin\nMan I made a man cry vibing to Be A Man\nWalking like an Egyptian, life ain't fair oh\nBoy just got shipped and the judge don't care\nI'll take my steak rare, maybe it will help me bare\nWith all the bloody consequences obvious in this here\nSo I guess I got the game figured out all wrong\nI guess you never know what you got til it's gone\nTil' every terrain on this plane experience sunshine\nTwo fingers up and fuck one time\n\nSo allow yourself to get caught up in the Rapsody\nAnd the 9th Wonder of the world actually\nRaheem DeVaughn\nSoul!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: NonFiction\n  artist: Rapsody\n  album: The Idea Of Beautiful\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, 9th Wonder, we got one\n  Never, never done (Rapsody)\n  And Radio Raheem DeVaughn\n  Church on the move\n\n  My birthplace was the Bronx\n  Adidas with the fat shoelaces\n  Cazelles on the frames of our faces\n  Boom Bap, out the boom box\n  We've been building this 40 years strong\n  The game is for the taking this is history in the making\n  And let me make it clear (Ooh la la laa)\n  This ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track\n  And Rapsody (Ooh la la laa)\n\n  This is, this is (Hip Hop)\n  This is (Ooh la la laa)\n  The Real\n\n  I stay on my Ps and my Qs - Ss, Ts, Us\n  I'm always working, how you spell success in the stu\n  Some get they money, like to blaze in the coupe\n  Was raised to spend days practicing like the hoops\n  We the truth, none realer, too uncommon like Dilla, The Light\n  I shine, my rhymes come paired like the Williams\n  Two 22's, I'm a sister worth millions, lyrically\n  They all fear the flow like Big Williams\n  Polo dipped, loco whips\n  Weren't impressed if the flows won't potato crisp\n  Rap back like the NATO, connect with gods\n  Cause my odds of being large weighed out like Chris\n  Yo, Biggie the goal, I'm really the mold\n  Of what you really want to be if you hadn't of sold\n  Your soul, I burn slow like fo'-fo's hitting\n  '95 spirit, in the days it was written\n  Cats stay trippin', but rip and I never stop\n  Got a little buzz now I bubble like a kettle pot\n  I know the devil watch and wanna touch me\n  But like metal box, I stay locked under this Hip Hop forever God\n  Reckless, necklace, flows all hang 'em\n  Real coming back, now these rappers all changing\n  Fearful careers, I don't cower, the new power\n  Duracell it never runs out for an hour\n  Keep destroying, smoke 'em like sour\n  Break 'em all down to rebuild 'em like towers\n  That's the Real\n\n  This is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\n  This is this is, hip hop\n  This is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\n  This is this is, hip hop\n  This is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\n\n  The modern day saints of our stories\n  New torch bearers, we the children like Corey\n  Gunz of the ones that ran Nation of Millions and watched Mike in Delores\n  Used to ride to Nore, now the people inquiry\n  About the 5'3\" emcee with ovaries\n  Got a bite on the mic like the likes of ol' Lauryn\n  Hip-hop, score gotta settle it's the flip flop\n  Back to when cats rolled Lexus like wrist watch\n  Elbow out the door, bumpin' Nas 'til the speaks pop\n  Couldn't see me eye to eye, keep pumpin' your Reeboks\n  Rattle rear views, clear view, I don't fear you or you\n  You keep an ear to the streets, too, to hear true I been in the booth, yea killin' on the daily\n  Jamla representer another baby of the 80's\n  Katy Perry, I grew up on Mary\n  The flow varies cause I studied those old from the erry\n  Of the gold, why I shine like that find it scary\n  The game over, I kill wack emcees, all buried\n  It's the real\n\n  The game is for the taking this is history in the making\n  Let me make it clear (Ooh la la laa)\n  This ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track\n  TDE, ladies and gentlemen Ab-Soul!\n\n  And while you niggas keep bangin' the same drum\n  I'm smokin' like I ain't got the same lungs\n  I had when I started, pardon my ignorant rants\n  I rap like I move keys but Apple S can't save 'em\n  There's only so much you can show 'em\n  They been reading his story so long, they think they know him\n  I'm sewing up the game, I need needle and thread\n  Some people lead sheep\n  Some people just need wool, the shit cuts deep\n  Rugby toughin' the feel, you be where the rugs be\n  In the house nigga, with the rest of the house niggas\n  Thug life, rolling, my homies are screaming \"fuck life\"\n  Showin' love at the same damn time\n  I'd say the future is looking bright contrary to CNN\n  Give me a mic and about three nights\n  I turn straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin\n  Man I made a man cry vibing to Be A Man\n  Walking like an Egyptian, life ain't fair oh\n  Boy just got shipped and the judge don't care\n  I'll take my steak rare, maybe it will help me bare\n  With all the bloody consequences obvious in this here\n  So I guess I got the game figured out all wrong\n  I guess you never know what you got til it's gone\n  Til' every terrain on this plane experience sunshine\n  Two fingers up and fuck one time\n\n  So allow yourself to get caught up in the Rapsody\n  And the 9th Wonder of the world actually\n  Raheem DeVaughn\n  Soul!\n"},{"id":34981756,"name":"NonFiction","trackName":"NonFiction","artistName":"Rapsody","albumName":"2012","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, 9th Wonder, we got one\nNever, never done (Rapsody)\nAnd Radio Raheem DeVaughn\nChurch on the move\n\nMy birthplace was the Bronx\nAdidas with the fat shoelaces\nCazelles on the frames of our faces\nBoom Bap, out the boom box\nWe've been building this 40 years strong\nThe game is for the taking this is history in the making\nAnd let me make it clear (Ooh la la laa)\nThis ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track\nAnd Rapsody (Ooh la la laa)\n\nThis is, this is (Hip Hop)\nThis is (Ooh la la laa)\nThe Real\n\nI stay on my Ps and my Qs - Ss, Ts, Us\nI'm always working, how you spell success in the stu\nSome get they money, like to blaze in the coupe\nWas raised to spend days practicing like the hoops\nWe the truth, none realer, too uncommon like Dilla, The Light\nI shine, my rhymes come paired like the Williams\nTwo 22's, I'm a sister worth millions, lyrically\nThey all fear the flow like Big Williams\nPolo dipped, loco whips\nWeren't impressed if the flows won't potato crisp\nRap back like the NATO, connect with gods\nCause my odds of being large weighed out like Chris\nYo, Biggie the goal, I'm really the mold\nOf what you really want to be if you hadn't of sold\nYour soul, I burn slow like fo'-fo's hitting\n'95 spirit, in the days it was written\nCats stay trippin', but rip and I never stop\nGot a little buzz now I bubble like a kettle pot\nI know the devil watch and wanna touch me\nBut like metal box, I stay locked under this Hip Hop forever God\nReckless, necklace, flows all hang 'em\nReal coming back, now these rappers all changing\nFearful careers, I don't cower, the new power\nDuracell it never runs out for an hour\nKeep destroying, smoke 'em like sour\nBreak 'em all down to rebuild 'em like towers\nThat's the Real\n\nThis is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\nThis is this is, hip hop\nThis is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\nThis is this is, hip hop\nThis is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\n\nThe modern day saints of our stories\nNew torch bearers, we the children like Corey\nGunz of the ones that ran Nation of Millions and watched Mike in Delores\nUsed to ride to Nore, now the people inquiry\nAbout the 5'3\" emcee with ovaries\nGot a bite on the mic like the likes of ol' Lauryn\nHip-hop, score gotta settle it's the flip flop\nBack to when cats rolled Lexus like wrist watch\nElbow out the door, bumpin' Nas 'til the speaks pop\nCouldn't see me eye to eye, keep pumpin' your Reeboks\nRattle rear views, clear view, I don't fear you or you\nYou keep an ear to the streets, too, to hear true I been in the booth, yea killin' on the daily\nJamla representer another baby of the 80's\nKaty Perry, I grew up on Mary\nThe flow varies cause I studied those old from the erry\nOf the gold, why I shine like that find it scary\nThe game over, I kill wack emcees, all buried\nIt's the real\n\nThe game is for the taking this is history in the making\nLet me make it clear (Ooh la la laa)\nThis ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track\nTDE, ladies and gentlemen Ab-Soul!\n\nAnd while you niggas keep bangin' the same drum\nI'm smokin' like I ain't got the same lungs\nI had when I started, pardon my ignorant rants\nI rap like I move keys but Apple S can't save 'em\nThere's only so much you can show 'em\nThey been reading his story so long, they think they know him\nI'm sewing up the game, I need needle and thread\nSome people lead sheep\nSome people just need wool, the shit cuts deep\nRugby toughin' the feel, you be where the rugs be\nIn the house nigga, with the rest of the house niggas\nThug life, rolling, my homies are screaming \"fuck life\"\nShowin' love at the same damn time\nI'd say the future is looking bright contrary to CNN\nGive me a mic and about three nights\nI turn straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin\nMan I made a man cry vibing to Be A Man\nWalking like an Egyptian, life ain't fair oh\nBoy just got shipped and the judge don't care\nI'll take my steak rare, maybe it will help me bare\nWith all the bloody consequences obvious in this here\nSo I guess I got the game figured out all wrong\nI guess you never know what you got til it's gone\nTil' every terrain on this plane experience sunshine\nTwo fingers up and fuck one time\n\nSo allow yourself to get caught up in the Rapsody\nAnd the 9th Wonder of the world actually\nRaheem DeVaughn\nSoul!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: NonFiction\n  artist: Rapsody\n  album: '2012'\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, 9th Wonder, we got one\n  Never, never done (Rapsody)\n  And Radio Raheem DeVaughn\n  Church on the move\n\n  My birthplace was the Bronx\n  Adidas with the fat shoelaces\n  Cazelles on the frames of our faces\n  Boom Bap, out the boom box\n  We've been building this 40 years strong\n  The game is for the taking this is history in the making\n  And let me make it clear (Ooh la la laa)\n  This ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track\n  And Rapsody (Ooh la la laa)\n\n  This is, this is (Hip Hop)\n  This is (Ooh la la laa)\n  The Real\n\n  I stay on my Ps and my Qs - Ss, Ts, Us\n  I'm always working, how you spell success in the stu\n  Some get they money, like to blaze in the coupe\n  Was raised to spend days practicing like the hoops\n  We the truth, none realer, too uncommon like Dilla, The Light\n  I shine, my rhymes come paired like the Williams\n  Two 22's, I'm a sister worth millions, lyrically\n  They all fear the flow like Big Williams\n  Polo dipped, loco whips\n  Weren't impressed if the flows won't potato crisp\n  Rap back like the NATO, connect with gods\n  Cause my odds of being large weighed out like Chris\n  Yo, Biggie the goal, I'm really the mold\n  Of what you really want to be if you hadn't of sold\n  Your soul, I burn slow like fo'-fo's hitting\n  '95 spirit, in the days it was written\n  Cats stay trippin', but rip and I never stop\n  Got a little buzz now I bubble like a kettle pot\n  I know the devil watch and wanna touch me\n  But like metal box, I stay locked under this Hip Hop forever God\n  Reckless, necklace, flows all hang 'em\n  Real coming back, now these rappers all changing\n  Fearful careers, I don't cower, the new power\n  Duracell it never runs out for an hour\n  Keep destroying, smoke 'em like sour\n  Break 'em all down to rebuild 'em like towers\n  That's the Real\n\n  This is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\n  This is this is, hip hop\n  This is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\n  This is this is, hip hop\n  This is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\n\n  The modern day saints of our stories\n  New torch bearers, we the children like Corey\n  Gunz of the ones that ran Nation of Millions and watched Mike in Delores\n  Used to ride to Nore, now the people inquiry\n  About the 5'3\" emcee with ovaries\n  Got a bite on the mic like the likes of ol' Lauryn\n  Hip-hop, score gotta settle it's the flip flop\n  Back to when cats rolled Lexus like wrist watch\n  Elbow out the door, bumpin' Nas 'til the speaks pop\n  Couldn't see me eye to eye, keep pumpin' your Reeboks\n  Rattle rear views, clear view, I don't fear you or you\n  You keep an ear to the streets, too, to hear true I been in the booth, yea killin' on the daily\n  Jamla representer another baby of the 80's\n  Katy Perry, I grew up on Mary\n  The flow varies cause I studied those old from the erry\n  Of the gold, why I shine like that find it scary\n  The game over, I kill wack emcees, all buried\n  It's the real\n\n  The game is for the taking this is history in the making\n  Let me make it clear (Ooh la la laa)\n  This ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track\n  TDE, ladies and gentlemen Ab-Soul!\n\n  And while you niggas keep bangin' the same drum\n  I'm smokin' like I ain't got the same lungs\n  I had when I started, pardon my ignorant rants\n  I rap like I move keys but Apple S can't save 'em\n  There's only so much you can show 'em\n  They been reading his story so long, they think they know him\n  I'm sewing up the game, I need needle and thread\n  Some people lead sheep\n  Some people just need wool, the shit cuts deep\n  Rugby toughin' the feel, you be where the rugs be\n  In the house nigga, with the rest of the house niggas\n  Thug life, rolling, my homies are screaming \"fuck life\"\n  Showin' love at the same damn time\n  I'd say the future is looking bright contrary to CNN\n  Give me a mic and about three nights\n  I turn straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin\n  Man I made a man cry vibing to Be A Man\n  Walking like an Egyptian, life ain't fair oh\n  Boy just got shipped and the judge don't care\n  I'll take my steak rare, maybe it will help me bare\n  With all the bloody consequences obvious in this here\n  So I guess I got the game figured out all wrong\n  I guess you never know what you got til it's gone\n  Til' every terrain on this plane experience sunshine\n  Two fingers up and fuck one time\n\n  So allow yourself to get caught up in the Rapsody\n  And the 9th Wonder of the world actually\n  Raheem DeVaughn\n  Soul!\n"},{"id":21623043,"name":"NonFiction (feat. 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Raheem DeVaughn & Ab-Soul\n  artist: Rapsody\n  album: The Idea Of Beautiful\n  duration_ms: 289855\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, 9th Wonder, we got one\n  Never, never done (Rapsody)\n  And Radio Raheem DeVaughn\n  Church on the move\n\n  My birthplace was the Bronx\n  Adidas with the fat shoelaces\n  Cazelles on the frames of our faces\n  Boom Bap, out the boom box\n  We've been building this 40 years strong\n  The game is for the taking this is history in the making\n  And let me make it clear (Ooh la la laa)\n  This ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track\n  And Rapsody (Ooh la la laa)\n\n  This is, this is (Hip Hop)\n  This is (Ooh la la laa)\n  The Real\n\n  I stay on my Ps and my Qs - Ss, Ts, Us\n  I'm always working, how you spell success in the stu\n  Some get they money, like to blaze in the coupe\n  Was raised to spend days practicing like the hoops\n  We the truth, none realer, too uncommon like Dilla, The Light\n  I shine, my rhymes come paired like the Williams\n  Two 22's, I'm a sister worth millions, lyrically\n  They all fear the flow like Big Williams\n  Polo dipped, loco whips\n  Weren't impressed if the flows won't potato crisp\n  Rap back like the NATO, connect with gods\n  Cause my odds of being large weighed out like Chris\n  Yo, Biggie the goal, I'm really the mold\n  Of what you really want to be if you hadn't of sold\n  Your soul, I burn slow like fo'-fo's hitting\n  '95 spirit, in the days it was written\n  Cats stay trippin', but rip and I never stop\n  Got a little buzz now I bubble like a kettle pot\n  I know the devil watch and wanna touch me\n  But like metal box, I stay locked under this Hip Hop forever God\n  Reckless, necklace, flows all hang 'em\n  Real coming back, now these rappers all changing\n  Fearful careers, I don't cower, the new power\n  Duracell it never runs out for an hour\n  Keep destroying, smoke 'em like sour\n  Break 'em all down to rebuild 'em like towers\n  That's the Real\n\n  This is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\n  This is this is, hip hop\n  This is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\n  This is this is, hip hop\n  This is, hip hop (Ooh la la la)\n\n  The modern day saints of our stories\n  New torch bearers, we the children like Corey\n  Gunz of the ones that ran Nation of Millions and watched Mike in Delores\n  Used to ride to Nore, now the people inquiry\n  About the 5'3\" emcee with ovaries\n  Got a bite on the mic like the likes of ol' Lauryn\n  Hip-hop, score gotta settle it's the flip flop\n  Back to when cats rolled Lexus like wrist watch\n  Elbow out the door, bumpin' Nas 'til the speaks pop\n  Couldn't see me eye to eye, keep pumpin' your Reeboks\n  Rattle rear views, clear view, I don't fear you or you\n  You keep an ear to the streets, too, to hear true I been in the booth, yea killin' on the daily\n  Jamla representer another baby of the 80's\n  Katy Perry, I grew up on Mary\n  The flow varies cause I studied those old from the erry\n  Of the gold, why I shine like that find it scary\n  The game over, I kill wack emcees, all buried\n  It's the real\n\n  The game is for the taking this is history in the making\n  Let me make it clear (Ooh la la laa)\n  This ain't no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track\n  TDE, ladies and gentlemen Ab-Soul!\n\n  And while you niggas keep bangin' the same drum\n  I'm smokin' like I ain't got the same lungs\n  I had when I started, pardon my ignorant rants\n  I rap like I move keys but Apple S can't save 'em\n  There's only so much you can show 'em\n  They been reading his story so long, they think they know him\n  I'm sewing up the game, I need needle and thread\n  Some people lead sheep\n  Some people just need wool, the shit cuts deep\n  Rugby toughin' the feel, you be where the rugs be\n  In the house nigga, with the rest of the house niggas\n  Thug life, rolling, my homies are screaming \"fuck life\"\n  Showin' love at the same damn time\n  I'd say the future is looking bright contrary to CNN\n  Give me a mic and about three nights\n  I turn straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin\n  Man I made a man cry vibing to Be A Man\n  Walking like an Egyptian, life ain't fair oh\n  Boy just got shipped and the judge don't care\n  I'll take my steak rare, maybe it will help me bare\n  With all the bloody consequences obvious in this here\n  So I guess I got the game figured out all wrong\n  I guess you never know what you got til it's gone\n  Til' every terrain on this plane experience sunshine\n  Two fingers up and fuck one time\n\n  So allow yourself to get caught up in the Rapsody\n  And the 9th Wonder of the world actually\n  Raheem DeVaughn\n  Soul!\n"}]