[{"id":6841523,"name":"What I Know","trackName":"What I Know","artistName":"Royce da 5'9\"","albumName":"Death Is Certain","duration":169.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys\nThe Pac in me, got me thinkin deeply\nI got to shock MC's, wit my philosophy\nCause I think very deeply\nWhere I come from, where you sweat ya pen up\nYoung gun rep-resenter, from the Ep-icenter\nThe microphone fienin, for a microphone\nBefore he knew what a microphone mean\nWit them four pounds, and they soundin them off\nAnd them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk\nNiggas hearts is dissolvin, involved in\nWhat Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn't solve\n\nW/ (Royce ad-libs)\nI'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n\nIt's them boys in the hood is always hard\nYou come talkin that trash, they'll pull ya card\nWho would have known, that the boy growin up playin them cards\nWill soon know the music he wrote, it was so true\nWho could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre\nAnd N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me\nTo back the staff for free, I will believe\nIt ain't nothing Shady in the Aftermath\nPerhaps when you unwrappin the plastic\nYou respect whatever you hear, and ya styles is growin\nThem guys is clonin, them pioneers\nRappers wanna be classic, like they Clef, Pras, and Lauryn\n\nW/ (Royce ad-libs)\nI'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n\nElvis - was a hero to most\nBut he never meant shit to me, it's statements\nLike that made me gauge, White, Black, hate to make\nMe say - I like, when they fight back, they\nMeaning rap, I vent myself\nLeanin back, not knowin that I meant myself\nA lesson comin fast, you dudes better catch it\nWhenever the future answers ya questions from the past\nAnd hold that, I'm spillin these cold raps\nCause I am a throwback you feeling a soldier\nAnd keep tryin, to keep up wit the kind of guy\nThat'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over\n\nW/ (Royce ad-libs)\nI'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n\nOh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob\nGoin from city to city, seein who I can rob\nGoin from makin them poems up, in my garage\nThen goin on major tours wit, me and my squad\nGoin from listenin to Reggie, to meeting him\nWit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me - I'm deadly\nGoin from likin, to spray the club after a night\nThat didn't go my way, to plug a writin for Dre\nYou damn right I was raised, the amazin\nHand-writin on the same page, that you can't type on\nSo I black out, the usual same way\nThe old fashion rap, til it's no lights on\n\nW/ (Royce ad-libs)\nI'mma tell you what I know, what I know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What I Know\n  artist: Royce da 5'9\"\n  album: Death Is Certain\n  duration_ms: 169000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys\n  The Pac in me, got me thinkin deeply\n  I got to shock MC's, wit my philosophy\n  Cause I think very deeply\n  Where I come from, where you sweat ya pen up\n  Young gun rep-resenter, from the Ep-icenter\n  The microphone fienin, for a microphone\n  Before he knew what a microphone mean\n  Wit them four pounds, and they soundin them off\n  And them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk\n  Niggas hearts is dissolvin, involved in\n  What Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn't solve\n\n  W/ (Royce ad-libs)\n  I'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n\n  It's them boys in the hood is always hard\n  You come talkin that trash, they'll pull ya card\n  Who would have known, that the boy growin up playin them cards\n  Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true\n  Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre\n  And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me\n  To back the staff for free, I will believe\n  It ain't nothing Shady in the Aftermath\n  Perhaps when you unwrappin the plastic\n  You respect whatever you hear, and ya styles is growin\n  Them guys is clonin, them pioneers\n  Rappers wanna be classic, like they Clef, Pras, and Lauryn\n\n  W/ (Royce ad-libs)\n  I'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n\n  Elvis - was a hero to most\n  But he never meant shit to me, it's statements\n  Like that made me gauge, White, Black, hate to make\n  Me say - I like, when they fight back, they\n  Meaning rap, I vent myself\n  Leanin back, not knowin that I meant myself\n  A lesson comin fast, you dudes better catch it\n  Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past\n  And hold that, I'm spillin these cold raps\n  Cause I am a throwback you feeling a soldier\n  And keep tryin, to keep up wit the kind of guy\n  That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over\n\n  W/ (Royce ad-libs)\n  I'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n\n  Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob\n  Goin from city to city, seein who I can rob\n  Goin from makin them poems up, in my garage\n  Then goin on major tours wit, me and my squad\n  Goin from listenin to Reggie, to meeting him\n  Wit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me - I'm deadly\n  Goin from likin, to spray the club after a night\n  That didn't go my way, to plug a writin for Dre\n  You damn right I was raised, the amazin\n  Hand-writin on the same page, that you can't type on\n  So I black out, the usual same way\n  The old fashion rap, til it's no lights on\n\n  W/ (Royce ad-libs)\n  I'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n"},{"id":30943220,"name":"What I Know","trackName":"What I Know","artistName":"Royce Da 59","albumName":"Hip-Hop Is Certain","duration":149.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys\nThe Pac in me, got me thinkin deeply\nI got to shock MC's, wit my philosophy\nCause I think very deeply\nWhere I come from, where you sweat ya pen up\nYoung gun rep-resenter, from the Ep-icenter\nThe microphone fienin, for a microphone\nBefore he knew what a microphone mean\nWit them four pounds, and they soundin them off\nAnd them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk\nNiggas hearts is dissolvin, involved in\nWhat Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn't solve\n\nW/ (Royce ad-libs)\nI'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n\nIt's them boys in the hood is always hard\nYou come talkin that trash, they'll pull ya card\nWho would have known, that the boy growin up playin them cards\nWill soon know the music he wrote, it was so true\nWho could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre\nAnd N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me\nTo back the staff for free, I will believe\nIt ain't nothing Shady in the Aftermath\nPerhaps when you unwrappin the plastic\nYou respect whatever you hear, and ya styles is growin\nThem guys is clonin, them pioneers\nRappers wanna be classic, like they Clef, Pras, and Lauryn\n\nW/ (Royce ad-libs)\nI'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n\nElvis - was a hero to most\nBut he never meant shit to me, it's statements\nLike that made me gauge, White, Black, hate to make\nMe say - I like, when they fight back, they\nMeaning rap, I vent myself\nLeanin back, not knowin that I meant myself\nA lesson comin fast, you dudes better catch it\nWhenever the future answers ya questions from the past\nAnd hold that, I'm spillin these cold raps\nCause I am a throwback you feeling a soldier\nAnd keep tryin, to keep up wit the kind of guy\nThat'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over\n\nW/ (Royce ad-libs)\nI'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n\nOh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob\nGoin from city to city, seein who I can rob\nGoin from makin them poems up, in my garage\nThen goin on major tours wit, me and my squad\nGoin from listenin to Reggie, to meeting him\nWit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me - I'm deadly\nGoin from likin, to spray the club after a night\nThat didn't go my way, to plug a writin for Dre\nYou damn right I was raised, the amazin\nHand-writin on the same page, that you can't type on\nSo I black out, the usual same way\nThe old fashion rap, til it's no lights on\n\nW/ (Royce ad-libs)\nI'mma tell you what I know, what I know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What I Know\n  artist: Royce Da 59\n  album: Hip-Hop Is Certain\n  duration_ms: 149000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys\n  The Pac in me, got me thinkin deeply\n  I got to shock MC's, wit my philosophy\n  Cause I think very deeply\n  Where I come from, where you sweat ya pen up\n  Young gun rep-resenter, from the Ep-icenter\n  The microphone fienin, for a microphone\n  Before he knew what a microphone mean\n  Wit them four pounds, and they soundin them off\n  And them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk\n  Niggas hearts is dissolvin, involved in\n  What Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn't solve\n\n  W/ (Royce ad-libs)\n  I'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n\n  It's them boys in the hood is always hard\n  You come talkin that trash, they'll pull ya card\n  Who would have known, that the boy growin up playin them cards\n  Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true\n  Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre\n  And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me\n  To back the staff for free, I will believe\n  It ain't nothing Shady in the Aftermath\n  Perhaps when you unwrappin the plastic\n  You respect whatever you hear, and ya styles is growin\n  Them guys is clonin, them pioneers\n  Rappers wanna be classic, like they Clef, Pras, and Lauryn\n\n  W/ (Royce ad-libs)\n  I'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n\n  Elvis - was a hero to most\n  But he never meant shit to me, it's statements\n  Like that made me gauge, White, Black, hate to make\n  Me say - I like, when they fight back, they\n  Meaning rap, I vent myself\n  Leanin back, not knowin that I meant myself\n  A lesson comin fast, you dudes better catch it\n  Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past\n  And hold that, I'm spillin these cold raps\n  Cause I am a throwback you feeling a soldier\n  And keep tryin, to keep up wit the kind of guy\n  That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over\n\n  W/ (Royce ad-libs)\n  I'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n\n  Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob\n  Goin from city to city, seein who I can rob\n  Goin from makin them poems up, in my garage\n  Then goin on major tours wit, me and my squad\n  Goin from listenin to Reggie, to meeting him\n  Wit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me - I'm deadly\n  Goin from likin, to spray the club after a night\n  That didn't go my way, to plug a writin for Dre\n  You damn right I was raised, the amazin\n  Hand-writin on the same page, that you can't type on\n  So I black out, the usual same way\n  The old fashion rap, til it's no lights on\n\n  W/ (Royce ad-libs)\n  I'mma tell you what I know, what I know\n"}]