[{"id":11947672,"name":"Da Journee (Album Version)","trackName":"Da Journee (Album Version)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Dare Iz A Darkside","duration":132.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Switch...\n\n(Dr. Trevis)\nHahahahahahaaaa!\nCome with us\nCome take the elevator shift six billion feet beneath\nWhere the Def Squad dwells\nWhere your dreams and imaginations is only\nloose change in a motherfucker's pockets\nThis is Dr. trevis coming to you live from WFDS\nWe're From the DarkSide radio\nNiggaz, better get your flashlights\ncause it's pitchblack!\n\n(Redman)\nI travel the Milky Ways, and the stars of the Gods\nThen return six billion feet beneath to get cigars\nMy lyrical format sounds off like gun claps\nUnderground, where you need flashlights and hard hats\nMy mind is ten levels deeper than Jacob's Ladder\nBatter the paragraph, after your gall bladder will shatter\nNyphomaniac on track when I Flex like Funkmaster\nFlex you can bet I'm not playing with a full deck!\nI go far beyond acting hard and pullin triggers\nI just wanna die and come back as the Nile on the river\nZone until I figured, how to wake up in the morning\nAnd the corners of my mouth be like foamin when I'm open\nY'all neighborhood roughnecks, I cause a threat\nMy silhouette, who pack smacks niggaz just like Treach\nComin through comin through, put your hands on your handfun\nCause I'm crazy off that chronic from my man grandson\nI shoot to kill, puff blunts in Hooterville\nI be murderin MC's from up here to Urbantown\nI sweat dark, when I get off my shit ock\nYoyoyo that's that's E and them!\nYo word up? Yo what's going on?\nYo chill chill chill chill\n*car squeels, bullets fire and ricochet*\n*tires squeel and car crashes*","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.63] Switch...\n[00:05.50] (Dr. Trevis)\n[00:06.46] Hahahahahahaaaa!\n[00:07.39] Come with us\n[00:08.27] Come take the elevator shift six billion feet beneath\n[00:09.19] Where the Def Squad dwells\n[00:11.84] Where your dreams and imaginations is only\n[00:13.60] loose change in a motherfucker's pockets\n[00:15.41] This is Dr. trevis coming to you live from WFDS\n[00:20.09] We're From the DarkSide radio\n[00:21.81] Niggaz, better get your flashlights\n[00:24.52] cause it's pitchblack!\n[00:25.40] (Redman)\n[00:27.33] I travel the Milky Ways, and the stars of the Gods\n[00:56.35] Then return six billion feet beneath to get cigars\n[00:59.90] My lyrical format sounds off like gun claps\n[01:02.62] Underground, where you need flashlights and hard hats\n[01:05.33] My mind is ten levels deeper than Jacob's Ladder\n[01:08.05] Batter the paragraph, after your gall bladder will shatter\n[01:11.72] Nyphomaniac on track when I Flex like Funkmaster\n[01:14.46] Flex you can bet I'm not playing with a full deck!\n[01:17.21] I go far beyond acting hard and pullin triggers\n[01:20.89] I just wanna die and come back as the Nile on the river\n[01:23.65] Zone until I figured, how to wake up in the morning\n[01:26.38] And the corners of my mouth be like foamin when I'm open\n[01:29.09] Y'all neighborhood roughnecks, I cause a threat\n[01:32.75] My silhouette, who pack smacks niggaz just like Treach\n[01:35.44] Comin through comin through, put your hands on your handfun\n[01:39.94] Cause I'm crazy off that chronic from my man grandson\n[01:41.74] I shoot to kill, puff blunts in Hooterville\n[01:43.54] I be murderin MC's from up here to Urbantown\n[01:46.38] I sweat dark, when I get off my shit ock\n[01:50.84] Yoyoyo that's that's E and them!\n[01:51.71] Yo word up? Yo what's going on?\n[01:55.37] Yo chill chill chill chill\n[01:56.22] *car squeels, bullets fire and ricochet*\n[01:58.02] *tires squeel and car crashes*\n[01:58.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Journee (Album Version)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Dare Iz A Darkside\n  duration_ms: 132000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Switch...\n  start_ms: 3630\n  end_ms: 5500\n- text: (Dr. Trevis)\n  start_ms: 5500\n  end_ms: 6460\n- text: Hahahahahahaaaa!\n  start_ms: 6460\n  end_ms: 7390\n- text: Come with us\n  start_ms: 7390\n  end_ms: 8270\n- text: Come take the elevator shift six billion feet beneath\n  start_ms: 8270\n  end_ms: 9190\n- text: Where the Def Squad dwells\n  start_ms: 9190\n  end_ms: 11840\n- text: Where your dreams and imaginations is only\n  start_ms: 11840\n  end_ms: 13600\n- text: loose change in a motherfucker's pockets\n  start_ms: 13600\n  end_ms: 15410\n- text: This is Dr. trevis coming to you live from WFDS\n  start_ms: 15410\n  end_ms: 20090\n- text: We're From the DarkSide radio\n  start_ms: 20090\n  end_ms: 21810\n- text: Niggaz, better get your flashlights\n  start_ms: 21810\n  end_ms: 24520\n- text: cause it's pitchblack!\n  start_ms: 24520\n  end_ms: 25400\n- text: (Redman)\n  start_ms: 25400\n  end_ms: 27330\n- text: I travel the Milky Ways, and the stars of the Gods\n  start_ms: 27330\n  end_ms: 56350\n- text: Then return six billion feet beneath to get cigars\n  start_ms: 56350\n  end_ms: 59900\n- text: My lyrical format sounds off like gun claps\n  start_ms: 59900\n  end_ms: 62620\n- text: Underground, where you need flashlights and hard hats\n  start_ms: 62620\n  end_ms: 65330\n- text: My mind is ten levels deeper than Jacob's Ladder\n  start_ms: 65330\n  end_ms: 68050\n- text: Batter the paragraph, after your gall bladder will shatter\n  start_ms: 68050\n  end_ms: 71720\n- text: Nyphomaniac on track when I Flex like Funkmaster\n  start_ms: 71720\n  end_ms: 74460\n- text: Flex you can bet I'm not playing with a full deck!\n  start_ms: 74460\n  end_ms: 77210\n- text: I go far beyond acting hard and pullin triggers\n  start_ms: 77210\n  end_ms: 80890\n- text: I just wanna die and come back as the Nile on the river\n  start_ms: 80890\n  end_ms: 83650\n- text: Zone until I figured, how to wake up in the morning\n  start_ms: 83650\n  end_ms: 86380\n- text: And the corners of my mouth be like foamin when I'm open\n  start_ms: 86380\n  end_ms: 89090\n- text: Y'all neighborhood roughnecks, I cause a threat\n  start_ms: 89090\n  end_ms: 92750\n- text: My silhouette, who pack smacks niggaz just like Treach\n  start_ms: 92750\n  end_ms: 95440\n- text: Comin through comin through, put your hands on your handfun\n  start_ms: 95440\n  end_ms: 99940\n- text: Cause I'm crazy off that chronic from my man grandson\n  start_ms: 99940\n  end_ms: 101740\n- text: I shoot to kill, puff blunts in Hooterville\n  start_ms: 101740\n  end_ms: 103540\n- text: I be murderin MC's from up here to Urbantown\n  start_ms: 103540\n  end_ms: 106380\n- text: I sweat dark, when I get off my shit ock\n  start_ms: 106380\n  end_ms: 110840\n- text: Yoyoyo that's that's E and them!\n  start_ms: 110840\n  end_ms: 111710\n- text: Yo word up? 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Yo what's going on?\n  Yo chill chill chill chill\n  *car squeels, bullets fire and ricochet*\n  *tires squeel and car crashes*\n"}]