[{"id":11189154,"name":"Put It Down","trackName":"Put It Down","artistName":"Rav","albumName":"New Moon","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I stepped inside a room full of blue\nChances are that every rumor is true, I speak slowly\nCause in this town, it seem like every creep know me\nI should drop a mixtape and mark it \"strictly beats only\"\nY'all shinobi, eavesdropping so I'm lighting the wood slow\nOldschool heat, it's like igniting a wood stove\nAmalgam thinking like a wishing well jeweler\nMini me's jocking, man y'all kids some cell juniors\nFlipping cards, trying not to trigger trap holes\nY'all trynna wrap this up, you're gonna need a bigger lasso\nChilling out with Ran, best believe we kicking fat flows\nIf you ain't trynna crush it, why the hell you spitting raps for, huh?\nI push it back, putty tat, the cat is so sick\nY'all run the zig zags like it's frickin Madden '06\nSlow your roll, A.I. to the wayside\nBig wallet chasing, Spider-House by the bayside\nThat's Majora's Mask, let the moon fall slow\nY'all be spitting boring raps, let your crew all know\nI put it down (Yo, what up, Ran)\n\nI put it down\nI put it down\nI put it down\n\nI was working on my masterpiece\nBefore I pass, at least to y'all I wanna be known as one of rap's elites\nI've been gathering and grabbing beats\nAnd booking tours, cause you know even a starving artist has to eat\nThe smart ones always outlast the hard ones\nBeen a marksman, like I was kin to the Marstons\nI'd rather kick a rhyme than hit the quan\nThey say I spit divine, and it's always in the nick of time\nThey know it's the truth, the flow is aloof\nMusic up, shoot em up\nClive O. in the booth\nCats will cross you and keep a handshake firm, still\nThat's the type of stuff that make a nice guy turn Hill\n\nAnother chapter, coming hard as the second rapture\nChess master, verbally we deading rappers\nLife is hard, it's why I'm rapping this hard\nTrying to make it worth the scratching and scars\nMore than just spectacular bars, we keep the passion as large\nFrom an invincible, like Mario grabbing a star, yeah\nKill 'em softly, similar to assassins\nSeen a lot of cats sell their soul to try to cash in\nFlowing decent, but lacking the passion\nHeavy on mechanics, but they pass on the action\nMan, just make something that excites me\nI don't grab a mic piece thinking 'bout a hypebeast\nI be on that Spike Lee, trying to do the right thing\nAs dark as I am, how could you ever take me lightly\n\nPut it down\nI put it down\nYeah, yeah, we put it down\nKill Bill, we put it down\nMega\n\nI put it down like my inventory full\nLike my dog won't get no better\nLike a mic after a rapper's career has hit a lull\nY'all my sons, so best remember that I'm\nKing of the cosmos, spitting with my eyes closed\nListening to y'all feels like listening to moss grow\nSpliff kick like a bronco, lift me up like tonsils\nDon't be hostile. Why you kids sticking to Hanzo?\nCatch us zooted out in Tokyo\nAnd the blunt got the wood-tip like Pinocchio\nI put it down, like something useful on a post-it note\nSo and so's sleeping on my music like they comatose\nWake up sleepy head, it's time to get on up\nYou keep claiming you the shit, but that's a dysentery bluff\nIn summation, bruh, you lyrically suck\nTreat your music like an item that I don't need, pick it up\nAnd put it down\nPut it down\n\nPut it down\nPut it down\nI put it down\nI put it down\nI put it down\nI put it down","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.89] I stepped inside a room full of blue\n[00:02.79] Chances are that every rumor is true, I speak slowly\n[00:05.55] Cause in this town, it seem like every creep know me\n[00:08.54] I should drop a mixtape and mark it \"strictly beats only\"\n[00:11.21] Y'all shinobi, eavesdropping so I'm lighting the wood slow\n[00:14.53] Oldschool heat, it's like igniting a wood stove\n[00:17.76] Amalgam thinking like a wishing well jeweler\n[00:20.95] Mini me's jocking, man y'all kids some cell juniors\n[00:24.55] Flipping cards, trying not to trigger trap holes\n[00:27.60] Y'all trynna wrap this up, you're gonna need a bigger lasso\n[00:30.96] Chilling out with Ran, best believe we kicking fat flows\n[00:34.10] If you ain't trynna crush it, why the hell you spitting raps for, huh?\n[00:36.89] I push it back, putty tat, the cat is so sick\n[00:40.26] Y'all run the zig zags like it's frickin Madden '06\n[00:43.88] Slow your roll, A.I. to the wayside\n[00:46.27] Big wallet chasing, Spider-House by the bayside\n[00:49.12] That's Majora's Mask, let the moon fall slow\n[00:52.22] Y'all be spitting boring raps, let your crew all know\n[00:55.87] I put it down (Yo, what up, Ran)\n[00:58.26] I put it down\n[01:01.44] I put it down\n[01:04.76] I put it down\n[01:07.92] I was working on my masterpiece\n[01:10.96] Before I pass, at least to y'all I wanna be known as one of rap's elites\n[01:14.78] I've been gathering and grabbing beats\n[01:17.16] And booking tours, cause you know even a starving artist has to eat\n[01:21.35] The smart ones always outlast the hard ones\n[01:24.13] Been a marksman, like I was kin to the Marstons\n[01:27.14] I'd rather kick a rhyme than hit the quan\n[01:29.90] They say I spit divine, and it's always in the nick of time\n[01:33.68] They know it's the truth, the flow is aloof\n[01:36.14] Music up, shoot em up\n[01:37.79] Clive O. in the booth\n[01:39.33] Cats will cross you and keep a handshake firm, still\n[01:42.68] That's the type of stuff that make a nice guy turn Hill\n[01:45.91] Another chapter, coming hard as the second rapture\n[01:49.46] Chess master, verbally we deading rappers\n[01:52.25] Life is hard, it's why I'm rapping this hard\n[01:54.86] Trying to make it worth the scratching and scars\n[01:56.82] More than just spectacular bars, we keep the passion as large\n[02:00.75] From an invincible, like Mario grabbing a star, yeah\n[02:04.33] Kill 'em softly, similar to assassins\n[02:07.52] Seen a lot of cats sell their soul to try to cash in\n[02:10.44] Flowing decent, but lacking the passion\n[02:13.40] Heavy on mechanics, but they pass on the action\n[02:16.50] Man, just make something that excites me\n[02:19.61] I don't grab a mic piece thinking 'bout a hypebeast\n[02:22.72] I be on that Spike Lee, trying to do the right thing\n[02:25.73] As dark as I am, how could you ever take me lightly\n[02:29.29] Put it down\n[02:31.68] I put it down\n[02:33.97] Yeah, yeah, we put it down\n[02:37.15] Kill Bill, we put it down\n[02:41.20] Mega\n[02:41.94] I put it down like my inventory full\n[02:44.64] Like my dog won't get no better\n[02:46.66] Like a mic after a rapper's career has hit a lull\n[02:50.99] Y'all my sons, so best remember that I'm\n[02:53.68] King of the cosmos, spitting with my eyes closed\n[02:56.30] Listening to y'all feels like listening to moss grow\n[02:59.39] Spliff kick like a bronco, lift me up like tonsils\n[03:02.46] Don't be hostile. Why you kids sticking to Hanzo?\n[03:07.64] Catch us zooted out in Tokyo\n[03:09.69] And the blunt got the wood-tip like Pinocchio\n[03:13.29] I put it down, like something useful on a post-it note\n[03:15.63] So and so's sleeping on my music like they comatose\n[03:18.80] Wake up sleepy head, it's time to get on up\n[03:21.76] You keep claiming you the shit, but that's a dysentery bluff\n[03:24.99] In summation, bruh, you lyrically suck\n[03:27.47] Treat your music like an item that I don't need, pick it up\n[03:30.69] And put it down\n[03:32.64] Put it down\n[03:37.50] Put it down\n[03:38.91] Put it down\n[03:43.79] I put it down\n[03:46.11] I put it down\n[03:49.92] I put it down\n[03:52.30] I put it down\n[03:54.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Put It Down\n  artist: Rav\n  album: New Moon\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I stepped inside a room full of blue\n  start_ms: 890\n  end_ms: 2790\n- text: Chances are that every rumor 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Why you kids sticking to Hanzo?\n[03:07.64] Catch us zooted out in Tokyo\n[03:09.69] And the blunt got the wood-tip like Pinocchio\n[03:13.29] I put it down, like something useful on a post-it note\n[03:15.63] So and so's sleeping on my music like they comatose\n[03:18.80] Wake up sleepy head, it's time to get on up\n[03:21.76] You keep claiming you the shit, but that's a dysentery bluff\n[03:24.99] In summation, bruh, you lyrically suck\n[03:27.47] Treat your music like an item that I don't need, pick it up\n[03:30.69] And put it down\n[03:32.64] Put it down\n[03:37.50] Put it down\n[03:38.91] Put it down\n[03:43.79] I put it down\n[03:46.11] I put it down\n[03:49.92] I put it down\n[03:52.30] I put it down\n[03:54.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Put It Down (feat. 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Why you kids sticking to Hanzo?\n  start_ms: 182470\n  end_ms: 187670\n- text: Catch us zooted out in Tokyo\n  start_ms: 187670\n  end_ms: 189610\n- text: And the blunt got the wood-tip like Pinocchio\n  start_ms: 189610\n  end_ms: 193250\n- text: I put it down, like something useful on a post-it note\n  start_ms: 193250\n  end_ms: 195630\n- text: So and so's sleeping on my music like they comatose\n  start_ms: 195630\n  end_ms: 198880\n- text: Wake up sleepy head, it's time to get on up\n  start_ms: 198880\n  end_ms: 201720\n- text: You keep claiming you the shit, but that's a dysentery bluff\n  start_ms: 201720\n  end_ms: 204960\n- text: In summation, bruh, you lyrically suck\n  start_ms: 204960\n  end_ms: 207490\n- text: Treat your music like an item that I don't need, pick it up\n  start_ms: 207490\n  end_ms: 210630\n- text: And put it down\n  start_ms: 210630\n  end_ms: 212690\n- text: Put it down\n  start_ms: 212690\n  end_ms: 217560\n- text: Put it down\n  start_ms: 217560\n  end_ms: 218970\n- text: Put it down\n  start_ms: 218970\n  end_ms: 223710\n- text: I put it down\n  start_ms: 223710\n  end_ms: 226180\n- text: I put it down\n  start_ms: 226180\n  end_ms: 229970\n- text: I put it down\n  start_ms: 229970\n  end_ms: 232390\n- text: I put it down\n  start_ms: 232390\n  end_ms: 234720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 234720\nplain: |-\n  I stepped inside a room full of blue\n  Chances are that every rumor is true, I speak slowly\n  Cause in this town, it seem like every creep know me\n  I should drop a mixtape and mark it \"strictly beats only\"\n  Y'all shinobi, eavesdropping so I'm lighting the wood slow\n  Oldschool heat, it's like igniting a wood stove\n  Amalgam thinking like a wishing well jeweler\n  Mini me's jocking, man y'all kids some cell juniors\n  Flipping cards, trying not to trigger trap holes\n  Y'all trynna wrap this up, you're gonna need a bigger lasso\n  Chilling out with Ran, best believe we kicking fat flows\n  If you ain't trynna crush it, why the hell you spitting raps for, huh?\n  I push it back, putty tat, the cat is so sick\n  Y'all run the zig zags like it's frickin Madden '06\n  Slow your roll, A.I. to the wayside\n  Big wallet chasing, Spider-House by the bayside\n  That's Majora's Mask, let the moon fall slow\n  Y'all be spitting boring raps, let your crew all know\n  I put it down (Yo, what up, Ran)\n\n  I put it down\n  I put it down\n  I put it down\n\n  I was working on my masterpiece\n  Before I pass, at least to y'all I wanna be known as one of rap's elites\n  I've been gathering and grabbing beats\n  And booking tours, cause you know even a starving artist has to eat\n  The smart ones always outlast the hard ones\n  Been a marksman, like I was kin to the Marstons\n  I'd rather kick a rhyme than hit the quan\n  They say I spit divine, and it's always in the nick of time\n  They know it's the truth, the flow is aloof\n  Music up, shoot em up\n  Clive O. in the booth\n  Cats will cross you and keep a handshake firm, still\n  That's the type of stuff that make a nice guy turn Hill\n\n  Another chapter, coming hard as the second rapture\n  Chess master, verbally we deading rappers\n  Life is hard, it's why I'm rapping this hard\n  Trying to make it worth the scratching and scars\n  More than just spectacular bars, we keep the passion as large\n  From an invincible, like Mario grabbing a star, yeah\n  Kill 'em softly, similar to assassins\n  Seen a lot of cats sell their soul to try to cash in\n  Flowing decent, but lacking the passion\n  Heavy on mechanics, but they pass on the action\n  Man, just make something that excites me\n  I don't grab a mic piece thinking 'bout a hypebeast\n  I be on that Spike Lee, trying to do the right thing\n  As dark as I am, how could you ever take me lightly\n\n  Put it down\n  I put it down\n  Yeah, yeah, we put it down\n  Kill Bill, we put it down\n  Mega\n\n  I put it down like my inventory full\n  Like my dog won't get no better\n  Like a mic after a rapper's career has hit a lull\n  Y'all my sons, so best remember that I'm\n  King of the cosmos, spitting with my eyes closed\n  Listening to y'all feels like listening to moss grow\n  Spliff kick like a bronco, lift me up like tonsils\n  Don't be hostile. Why you kids sticking to Hanzo?\n  Catch us zooted out in Tokyo\n  And the blunt got the wood-tip like Pinocchio\n  I put it down, like something useful on a post-it note\n  So and so's sleeping on my music like they comatose\n  Wake up sleepy head, it's time to get on up\n  You keep claiming you the shit, but that's a dysentery bluff\n  In summation, bruh, you lyrically suck\n  Treat your music like an item that I don't need, pick it up\n  And put it down\n  Put it down\n\n  Put it down\n  Put it down\n  I put it down\n  I put it down\n  I put it down\n  I put it down\n"}]