[{"id":37425020,"name":"Back 2 Back (feat. Skepta)","trackName":"Back 2 Back (feat. Skepta)","artistName":"Skepta","albumName":"Back 2 Back","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Open up your bedroom door\nLet your mum hear this\nIntroduce her to the music\nYeah\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\nTell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\nNo, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\nTry to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n(Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n\n'Cause they don't know about grease\nI was really in the field with the G's\nWe were dissin' out waps on trees\nMy first wap came in a boxin' glove\nGot my second one for some weed and P's\nWhy lie? Tell me the reason, please\nThat ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\nYou not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\nAllow it, man\nI wanna get my bar out, man\nNah, I wanna get my bars out, please\nNo more wheel-ups, man\nPlease, man\n\nYoung SK, I was goin' insane\nTo go radio, I had to walk in the rain\nTell me what you know about surf in the train?\nNo illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\nOne time I had to murk eight MCs\nBettin' me money, they won't test me again\nBefore I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\nHad to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n(Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\nThat was the word on the curb\nI don't bend, so how can I get curved?\nPrivate jet, I was flyin' with your bird\nEvery other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\nMan, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\nSaid you was a bad boy, blud, say word\nI went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\nI still got step on my 1's, I'm so calm\nYou talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\nTalkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\nReal recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n\n(The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\nFrom Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\nDon't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\nYour drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\nFlow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\n\nGo on then, go on then, go on then\nSkepta or slash bad man Tim\nAll day long, grind, don't get twisted\nYou see two decks in the mix off\nI see the bigger picture, don't test me","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] Open up your bedroom door\n[00:04.77] Let your mum hear this\n[00:07.60] Introduce her to the music\n[00:10.23] Yeah\n[00:12.37] \n[00:26.91] (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[00:28.71] (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[00:30.58] (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[00:32.40] (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[00:33.86] Tell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\n[00:35.46] No, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\n[00:38.35] Try to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n[00:41.35] (Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[00:44.08] 'Cause they don't know about grease\n[00:45.32] I was really in the field with the G's\n[00:47.22] We were dissin' out waps on trees\n[00:48.43] My first wap came in a boxin' glove\n[00:50.38] Got my second one for some weed and P's\n[00:52.23] Why lie? Tell me the reason, please\n[00:53.80] That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n[00:55.12] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[00:58.33] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[01:00.98] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[01:02.47] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:04.15] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[01:05.50] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[01:08.73] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[01:11.27] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[01:13.06] You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:16.35] Allow it, man\n[01:17.74] I wanna get my bar out, man\n[01:19.15] Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n[01:20.54] No more wheel-ups, man\n[01:21.60] Please, man\n[01:23.06] Young SK, I was goin' insane\n[01:24.97] To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n[01:26.91] Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n[01:27.98] No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n[01:29.95] One time I had to murk eight MCs\n[01:31.71] Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n[01:33.23] Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n[01:35.11] Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n[01:36.87] (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[01:39.09] That was the word on the curb\n[01:40.49] I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n[01:42.19] Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n[01:44.12] Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n[01:45.63] Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n[01:47.28] Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n[01:49.05] I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n[01:50.54] (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[01:52.10] (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[01:53.89] I still got step on my 1's, I'm so calm\n[01:55.52] You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n[01:57.58] (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[01:58.85] (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[02:00.82] Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n[02:02.51] Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n[02:05.12] (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n[02:08.89] From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n[02:11.57] Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n[02:13.96] Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n[02:16.84] Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n[02:20.51] \n[02:32.61] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[02:35.85] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[02:38.31] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[02:39.78] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[02:41.46] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[02:43.08] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[02:46.04] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[02:48.68] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[02:51.62] Go on then, go on then, go on then\n[02:57.45] Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n[03:00.46] All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n[03:02.71] You see two decks in the mix off\n[03:04.15] I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n[03:04.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back 2 Back (feat. 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Why lie? Tell me the reason, please\n  That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n  You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\n  Allow it, man\n  I wanna get my bar out, man\n  Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n  No more wheel-ups, man\n  Please, man\n\n  Young SK, I was goin' insane\n  To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n  Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n  No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n  One time I had to murk eight MCs\n  Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n  Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n  Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n  (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n  That was the word on the curb\n  I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n  Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n  Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n  Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n  Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n  I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n  (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n  (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n  I still got step on my 1's, I'm so calm\n  You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n  Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n\n  (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n  From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n  Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n  Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n  Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n\n  Go on then, go on then, go on then\n  Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n  All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n  You see two decks in the mix off\n  I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n"},{"id":23667329,"name":"Back 2 Back","trackName":"Back 2 Back","artistName":"Skepta","albumName":"Back 2 Back","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Open up your bedroom door\nLet your mum hear this\nIntroduce her to the music\nYeah\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\nTell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\nNo, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\nTry to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n(Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n\n'Cause they don't know about grease\nI was really in the field with the G's\nWe were dissin' out waps on trees\nMy first wap came in a boxin' glove\nGot my second one for some weed and P's\nWhy lie? Tell me the reason, please\nThat ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\nYou not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\nAllow it, man\nI wanna get my bar out, man\nNah, I wanna get my bars out, please\nNo more wheel-ups, man\nPlease, man\n\nYoung SK, I was goin' insane\nTo go radio, I had to walk in the rain\nTell me what you know about surf in the train?\nNo illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\nOne time I had to murk eight MCs\nBettin' me money, they won't test me again\nBefore I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\nHad to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n(Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\nThat was the word on the curb\nI don't bend, so how can I get curved?\nPrivate jet, I was flyin' with your bird\nEvery other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\nMan, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\nSaid you was a bad boy, blud, say word\nI went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\nI still got step on my 1's. 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Tell me the reason, please\n[00:54.12] That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n[00:55.41] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n[00:58.62] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[01:01.19] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[01:02.67] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:04.36] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[01:05.74] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[01:09.01] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[01:11.45] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[01:13.30] You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:16.59] Allow it, man\n[01:17.96] I wanna get my bar out, man\n[01:19.38] Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n[01:20.84] No more wheel-ups, man\n[01:21.88] Please, man\n[01:23.32] Young SK, I was goin' insane\n[01:25.15] To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n[01:27.16] Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n[01:28.21] No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n[01:30.15] One time I had to murk eight MCs\n[01:31.95] Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n[01:33.53] Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n[01:35.38] Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n[01:37.14] (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[01:39.29] That was the word on the curb\n[01:40.72] I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n[01:42.44] Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n[01:44.38] Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n[01:45.85] Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n[01:47.53] Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n[01:49.33] I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n[01:50.78] (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[01:52.35] (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[01:54.05] I still got step on my 1's. I'm so calm\n[01:55.77] You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n[01:57.82] (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[01:59.11] (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[02:01.11] Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n[02:02.84] Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n[02:05.36] (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n[02:09.12] From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n[02:11.82] Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n[02:14.23] Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n[02:17.12] Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n[02:32.87] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[02:36.13] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[02:38.64] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[02:40.03] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[02:41.69] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[02:43.25] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[02:46.29] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[02:48.94] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[02:51.89] Go on then, go on then, go on then\n[02:57.67] Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n[03:00.68] All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n[03:02.98] You see two decks in the mix off\n[03:04.40] I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n[03:06.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back 2 Back\n  artist: Skepta\n  album: Back 2 Back\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Open up your bedroom door\n  start_ms: 2150\n  end_ms: 5010\n- text: Let your mum hear this\n  start_ms: 5010\n  end_ms: 7930\n- text: Introduce her to the music\n  start_ms: 7930\n  end_ms: 10510\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 10510\n  end_ms: 11390\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 11390\n  end_ms: 27170\n- text: (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n  start_ms: 27170\n  end_ms: 28990\n- text: (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n  start_ms: 28990\n  end_ms: 30790\n- text: (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  start_ms: 30790\n  end_ms: 32690\n- text: (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  start_ms: 32690\n  end_ms: 34120\n- text: Tell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\n  start_ms: 34120\n  end_ms: 35730\n- text: No, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\n  start_ms: 35730\n  end_ms: 38580\n- text: Try to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n  start_ms: 38580\n  end_ms: 41550\n- text: (Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n  start_ms: 41550\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: '''Cause they don''t know about grease'\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 45600\n- text: I was really in the field with the G's\n  start_ms: 45600\n  end_ms: 47490\n- text: We were dissin' out waps on trees\n  start_ms: 47490\n  end_ms: 48720\n- text: My first wap came in a boxin' glove\n  start_ms: 48720\n  end_ms: 50580\n- text: Got my second one for some weed and P's\n  start_ms: 50580\n  end_ms: 52450\n- text: Why lie? 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I'm so calm\n  You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n  Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n\n  (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n  From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n  Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n  Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n  Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n\n  Go on then, go on then, go on then\n  Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n  All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n  You see two decks in the mix off\n  I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n"},{"id":24654380,"name":"Back 2 Back","trackName":"Back 2 Back","artistName":"Skepta & Fred again..","albumName":"Back 2 Back","duration":185.861224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Open up your bedroom door\nLet your mum hear this\nIntroduce her to the music\nYeah\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\nTell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\nNo, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\nTry to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n(Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n\n'Cause they don't know about grease\nI was really in the field with the G's\nWe were dissin' out waps on trees\nMy first wap came in a boxin' glove\nGot my second one for some weed and P's\nWhy lie? Tell me the reason, please\nThat ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\nYou not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\nAllow it, man\nI wanna get my bar out, man\nNah, I wanna get my bars out, please\nNo more wheel-ups, man\nPlease, man\n\nYoung SK, I was goin' insane\nTo go radio, I had to walk in the rain\nTell me what you know about surf in the train?\nNo illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\nOne time I had to murk eight MCs\nBettin' me money, they won't test me again\nBefore I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\nHad to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n(Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\nThat was the word on the curb\nI don't bend, so how can I get curved?\nPrivate jet, I was flyin' with your bird\nEvery other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\nMan, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\nSaid you was a bad boy, blud, say word\nI went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\nI still got step on my 1's. 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Tell me the reason, please\n[00:54.12] That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n[00:55.41] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n[00:58.62] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[01:01.19] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[01:02.67] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:04.36] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[01:05.74] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[01:09.01] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[01:11.45] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[01:13.30] You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:16.59] Allow it, man\n[01:17.96] I wanna get my bar out, man\n[01:19.38] Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n[01:20.84] No more wheel-ups, man\n[01:21.88] Please, man\n[01:23.32] Young SK, I was goin' insane\n[01:25.15] To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n[01:27.16] Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n[01:28.21] No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n[01:30.15] One time I had to murk eight MCs\n[01:31.95] Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n[01:33.53] Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n[01:35.38] Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n[01:37.14] (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[01:39.29] That was the word on the curb\n[01:40.72] I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n[01:42.44] Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n[01:44.38] Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n[01:45.85] Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n[01:47.53] Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n[01:49.33] I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n[01:50.78] (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[01:52.35] (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[01:54.05] I still got step on my 1's. 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I'm so calm\n  You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n  Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n\n  (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n  From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n  Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n  Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n  Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n\n  Go on then, go on then, go on then\n  Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n  All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n  You see two decks in the mix off\n  I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n"},{"id":24302377,"name":"Back 2 Back","trackName":"Back 2 Back","artistName":"Skepta","albumName":"Skepta .. Fred","duration":187.411224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Open up your bedroom door\nLet your mum hear this\nIntroduce her to the music\nYeah\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\nTell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\nNo, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\nTry to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n(Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n\n'Cause they don't know about grease\nI was really in the field with the G's\nWe were dissin' out waps on trees\nMy first wap came in a boxin' glove\nGot my second one for some weed and P's\nWhy lie? Tell me the reason, please\nThat ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\nYou not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\nAllow it, man\nI wanna get my bar out, man\nNah, I wanna get my bars out, please\nNo more wheel-ups, man\nPlease, man\n\nYoung SK, I was goin' insane\nTo go radio, I had to walk in the rain\nTell me what you know about surf in the train?\nNo illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\nOne time I had to murk eight MCs\nBettin' me money, they won't test me again\nBefore I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\nHad to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n(Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\nThat was the word on the curb\nI don't bend, so how can I get curved?\nPrivate jet, I was flyin' with your bird\nEvery other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\nMan, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\nSaid you was a bad boy, blud, say word\nI went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\nI still got step on my 1's. 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Tell me the reason, please\n[00:54.12] That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n[00:55.41] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n[00:58.62] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[01:01.19] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[01:02.67] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:04.36] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[01:05.74] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[01:09.01] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[01:11.45] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[01:13.30] You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:16.59] Allow it, man\n[01:17.96] I wanna get my bar out, man\n[01:19.38] Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n[01:20.84] No more wheel-ups, man\n[01:21.88] Please, man\n[01:23.32] Young SK, I was goin' insane\n[01:25.15] To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n[01:27.16] Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n[01:28.21] No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n[01:30.15] One time I had to murk eight MCs\n[01:31.95] Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n[01:33.53] Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n[01:35.38] Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n[01:37.14] (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[01:39.29] That was the word on the curb\n[01:40.72] I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n[01:42.44] Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n[01:44.38] Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n[01:45.85] Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n[01:47.53] Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n[01:49.33] I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n[01:50.78] (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[01:52.35] (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[01:54.05] I still got step on my 1's. 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Tell me the reason, please\n  That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n  You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\n  Allow it, man\n  I wanna get my bar out, man\n  Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n  No more wheel-ups, man\n  Please, man\n\n  Young SK, I was goin' insane\n  To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n  Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n  No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n  One time I had to murk eight MCs\n  Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n  Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n  Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n  (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n  That was the word on the curb\n  I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n  Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n  Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n  Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n  Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n  I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n  (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n  (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n  I still got step on my 1's. I'm so calm\n  You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n  Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n\n  (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n  From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n  Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n  Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n  Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n\n  Go on then, go on then, go on then\n  Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n  All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n  You see two decks in the mix off\n  I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n"},{"id":30116943,"name":"Back 2 Back","trackName":"Back 2 Back","artistName":"Skepta","albumName":"Skepta .. 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Tell me the reason, please\nThat ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\nYou not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\nAllow it, man\nI wanna get my bar out, man\nNah, I wanna get my bars out, please\nNo more wheel-ups, man\nPlease, man\n\nYoung SK, I was goin' insane\nTo go radio, I had to walk in the rain\nTell me what you know about surf in the train?\nNo illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\nOne time I had to murk eight MCs\nBettin' me money, they won't test me again\nBefore I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\nHad to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n(Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\nThat was the word on the curb\nI don't bend, so how can I get curved?\nPrivate jet, I was flyin' with your bird\nEvery other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\nMan, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\nSaid you was a bad boy, blud, say word\nI went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\nI still got step on my 1's. 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Tell me the reason, please\n[00:54.12] That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n[00:55.41] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n[00:58.62] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[01:01.19] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[01:02.67] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:04.36] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[01:05.74] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[01:09.01] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[01:11.45] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[01:13.30] You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:16.59] Allow it, man\n[01:17.96] I wanna get my bar out, man\n[01:19.38] Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n[01:20.84] No more wheel-ups, man\n[01:21.88] Please, man\n[01:23.32] Young SK, I was goin' insane\n[01:25.15] To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n[01:27.16] Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n[01:28.21] No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n[01:30.15] One time I had to murk eight MCs\n[01:31.95] Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n[01:33.53] Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n[01:35.38] Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n[01:37.14] (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[01:39.29] That was the word on the curb\n[01:40.72] I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n[01:42.44] Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n[01:44.38] Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n[01:45.85] Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n[01:47.53] Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n[01:49.33] I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n[01:50.78] (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[01:52.35] (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[01:54.05] I still got step on my 1's. 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Fred","duration":187.411224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Open up your bedroom door\nLet your mum hear this\nIntroduce her to the music\nYeah\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\nTell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\nNo, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\nTry to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n(Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n\n'Cause they don't know about grease\nI was really in the field with the G's\nWe were dissin' out waps on trees\nMy first wap came in a boxin' glove\nGot my second one for some weed and P's\nWhy lie? Tell me the reason, please\nThat ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\nYou not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\nAllow it, man\nI wanna get my bar out, man\nNah, I wanna get my bars out, please\nNo more wheel-ups, man\nPlease, man\n\nYoung SK, I was goin' insane\nTo go radio, I had to walk in the rain\nTell me what you know about surf in the train?\nNo illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\nOne time I had to murk eight MCs\nBettin' me money, they won't test me again\nBefore I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\nHad to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n(Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\nThat was the word on the curb\nI don't bend, so how can I get curved?\nPrivate jet, I was flyin' with your bird\nEvery other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\nMan, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\nSaid you was a bad boy, blud, say word\nI went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\nI still got step on my 1's. 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Tell me the reason, please\n[00:54.12] That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n[00:55.41] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n[00:58.62] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[01:01.19] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[01:02.67] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:04.36] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[01:05.74] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[01:09.01] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[01:11.45] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[01:13.30] You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:16.59] Allow it, man\n[01:17.96] I wanna get my bar out, man\n[01:19.38] Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n[01:20.84] No more wheel-ups, man\n[01:21.88] Please, man\n[01:23.32] Young SK, I was goin' insane\n[01:25.15] To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n[01:27.16] Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n[01:28.21] No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n[01:30.15] One time I had to murk eight MCs\n[01:31.95] Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n[01:33.53] Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n[01:35.38] Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n[01:37.14] (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[01:39.29] That was the word on the curb\n[01:40.72] I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n[01:42.44] Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n[01:44.38] Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n[01:45.85] Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n[01:47.53] Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n[01:49.33] I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n[01:50.78] (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[01:52.35] (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[01:54.05] I still got step on my 1's. 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I'm so calm\n  You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n  Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n\n  (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n  From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n  Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n  Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n  Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n\n  Go on then, go on then, go on then\n  Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n  All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n  You see two decks in the mix off\n  I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n"},{"id":36864258,"name":"Back 2 Back","trackName":"Back 2 Back","artistName":"Skepta & Fred again..","albumName":"Skepta .. Fred - EP","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Open up your bedroom door\nLet your mum hear this\nIntroduce her to the music\nYeah\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\nTell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\nNo, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\nTry to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n(Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n\n'Cause they don't know about grease\nI was really in the field with the G's\nWe were dissin' out waps on trees\nMy first wap came in a boxin' glove\nGot my second one for some weed and P's\nWhy lie? Tell me the reason, please\nThat ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\nYou not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\nAllow it, man\nI wanna get my bar out, man\nNah, I wanna get my bars out, please\nNo more wheel-ups, man\nPlease, man\n\nYoung SK, I was goin' insane\nTo go radio, I had to walk in the rain\nTell me what you know about surf in the train?\nNo illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\nOne time I had to murk eight MCs\nBettin' me money, they won't test me again\nBefore I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\nHad to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n(Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\nThat was the word on the curb\nI don't bend, so how can I get curved?\nPrivate jet, I was flyin' with your bird\nEvery other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\nMan, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\nSaid you was a bad boy, blud, say word\nI went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\nI still got step on my 1's. 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Tell me the reason, please\n[00:54.12] That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n[00:55.41] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n[00:58.62] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[01:01.19] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[01:02.67] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:04.36] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[01:05.74] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[01:09.01] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[01:11.45] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[01:13.30] You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:16.59] Allow it, man\n[01:17.96] I wanna get my bar out, man\n[01:19.38] Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n[01:20.84] No more wheel-ups, man\n[01:21.88] Please, man\n[01:23.32] Young SK, I was goin' insane\n[01:25.15] To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n[01:27.16] Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n[01:28.21] No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n[01:30.15] One time I had to murk eight MCs\n[01:31.95] Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n[01:33.53] Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n[01:35.38] Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n[01:37.14] (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[01:39.29] That was the word on the curb\n[01:40.72] I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n[01:42.44] Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n[01:44.38] Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n[01:45.85] Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n[01:47.53] Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n[01:49.33] I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n[01:50.78] (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[01:52.35] (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[01:54.05] I still got step on my 1's. 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Tell me the reason, please\n  That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n  You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\n  Allow it, man\n  I wanna get my bar out, man\n  Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n  No more wheel-ups, man\n  Please, man\n\n  Young SK, I was goin' insane\n  To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n  Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n  No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n  One time I had to murk eight MCs\n  Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n  Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n  Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n  (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n  That was the word on the curb\n  I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n  Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n  Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n  Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n  Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n  I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n  (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n  (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n  I still got step on my 1's. I'm so calm\n  You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n  Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n\n  (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n  From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n  Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n  Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n  Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n\n  Go on then, go on then, go on then\n  Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n  All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n  You see two decks in the mix off\n  I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n"},{"id":35512367,"name":"Back 2 Back","trackName":"Back 2 Back","artistName":"Skepta","albumName":"USB","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Open up your bedroom door\nLet your mum hear this\nIntroduce her to the music\nYeah\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\nTell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\nNo, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\nTry to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n(Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n\n'Cause they don't know about grease\nI was really in the field with the G's\nWe were dissin' out waps on trees\nMy first wap came in a boxin' glove\nGot my second one for some weed and P's\nWhy lie? Tell me the reason, please\nThat ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\nYou not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\nAllow it, man\nI wanna get my bar out, man\nNah, I wanna get my bars out, please\nNo more wheel-ups, man\nPlease, man\n\nYoung SK, I was goin' insane\nTo go radio, I had to walk in the rain\nTell me what you know about surf in the train?\nNo illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\nOne time I had to murk eight MCs\nBettin' me money, they won't test me again\nBefore I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\nHad to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n(Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\nThat was the word on the curb\nI don't bend, so how can I get curved?\nPrivate jet, I was flyin' with your bird\nEvery other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\nMan, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\nSaid you was a bad boy, blud, say word\nI went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\nI still got step on my 1's. 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Tell me the reason, please\n[00:54.12] That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n[00:55.41] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n[00:58.62] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[01:01.19] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[01:02.67] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:04.36] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[01:05.74] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[01:09.01] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[01:11.45] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[01:13.30] You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:16.59] Allow it, man\n[01:17.96] I wanna get my bar out, man\n[01:19.38] Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n[01:20.84] No more wheel-ups, man\n[01:21.88] Please, man\n[01:23.32] Young SK, I was goin' insane\n[01:25.15] To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n[01:27.16] Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n[01:28.21] No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n[01:30.15] One time I had to murk eight MCs\n[01:31.95] Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n[01:33.53] Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n[01:35.38] Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n[01:37.14] (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[01:39.29] That was the word on the curb\n[01:40.72] I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n[01:42.44] Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n[01:44.38] Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n[01:45.85] Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n[01:47.53] Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n[01:49.33] I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n[01:50.78] (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[01:52.35] (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[01:54.05] I still got step on my 1's. 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I'm so calm\n  You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n  Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n\n  (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n  From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n  Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n  Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n  Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n\n  Go on then, go on then, go on then\n  Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n  All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n  You see two decks in the mix off\n  I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n"},{"id":28922796,"name":"Back 2 Back","trackName":"Back 2 Back","artistName":"Skepta","albumName":"USB","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Open up your bedroom door\nLet your mum hear this\nIntroduce her to the music\nYeah\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\nTell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\nNo, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\nTry to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n(Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n\n'Cause they don't know about grease\nI was really in the field with the G's\nWe were dissin' out waps on trees\nMy first wap came in a boxin' glove\nGot my second one for some weed and P's\nWhy lie? Tell me the reason, please\nThat ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\nYou not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\nAllow it, man\nI wanna get my bar out, man\nNah, I wanna get my bars out, please\nNo more wheel-ups, man\nPlease, man\n\nYoung SK, I was goin' insane\nTo go radio, I had to walk in the rain\nTell me what you know about surf in the train?\nNo illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\nOne time I had to murk eight MCs\nBettin' me money, they won't test me again\nBefore I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\nHad to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n(Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\nThat was the word on the curb\nI don't bend, so how can I get curved?\nPrivate jet, I was flyin' with your bird\nEvery other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\nMan, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\nSaid you was a bad boy, blud, say word\nI went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\nI still got step on my 1's. I'm so calm\nYou talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\nTalkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\nReal recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n\n(The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\nFrom Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\nDon't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\nYour drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\nFlow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\n\nGo on then, go on then, go on then\nSkepta or slash bad man Tim\nAll day long, grind, don't get twisted\nYou see two decks in the mix off\nI see the bigger picture, don't test me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.15] Open up your bedroom door\n[00:05.01] Let your mum hear this\n[00:07.93] Introduce her to the music\n[00:10.51] Yeah\n[00:11.39] \n[00:27.17] (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[00:28.99] (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[00:30.79] (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[00:32.69] (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[00:34.12] Tell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\n[00:35.73] No, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\n[00:38.58] Try to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n[00:41.55] (Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[00:44.34] 'Cause they don't know about grease\n[00:45.60] I was really in the field with the G's\n[00:47.49] We were dissin' out waps on trees\n[00:48.72] My first wap came in a boxin' glove\n[00:50.58] Got my second one for some weed and P's\n[00:52.45] Why lie? Tell me the reason, please\n[00:54.12] That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n[00:55.41] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n[00:58.62] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[01:01.19] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[01:02.67] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:04.36] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[01:05.74] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[01:09.01] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[01:11.45] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[01:13.30] You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:16.59] Allow it, man\n[01:17.96] I wanna get my bar out, man\n[01:19.38] Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n[01:20.84] No more wheel-ups, man\n[01:21.88] Please, man\n[01:23.32] Young SK, I was goin' insane\n[01:25.15] To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n[01:27.16] Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n[01:28.21] No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n[01:30.15] One time I had to murk eight MCs\n[01:31.95] Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n[01:33.53] Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n[01:35.38] Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n[01:37.14] (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[01:39.29] That was the word on the curb\n[01:40.72] I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n[01:42.44] Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n[01:44.38] Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n[01:45.85] Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n[01:47.53] Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n[01:49.33] I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n[01:50.78] (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[01:52.35] (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[01:54.05] I still got step on my 1's. I'm so calm\n[01:55.77] You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n[01:57.82] (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[01:59.11] (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[02:01.11] Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n[02:02.84] Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n[02:05.36] (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n[02:09.12] From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n[02:11.82] Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n[02:14.23] Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n[02:17.12] Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n[02:32.87] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[02:36.13] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[02:38.64] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[02:40.03] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[02:41.69] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[02:43.25] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[02:46.29] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[02:48.94] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[02:51.89] Go on then, go on then, go on then\n[02:57.67] Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n[03:00.68] All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n[03:02.98] You see two decks in the mix off\n[03:04.40] I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n[03:06.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back 2 Back\n  artist: Skepta\n  album: USB\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Open up your bedroom door\n  start_ms: 2150\n  end_ms: 5010\n- text: Let your mum hear this\n  start_ms: 5010\n  end_ms: 7930\n- text: Introduce her to the music\n  start_ms: 7930\n  end_ms: 10510\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 10510\n  end_ms: 11390\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 11390\n  end_ms: 27170\n- text: (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n  start_ms: 27170\n  end_ms: 28990\n- text: (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n  start_ms: 28990\n  end_ms: 30790\n- text: (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  start_ms: 30790\n  end_ms: 32690\n- text: (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  start_ms: 32690\n  end_ms: 34120\n- text: Tell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\n  start_ms: 34120\n  end_ms: 35730\n- text: No, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\n  start_ms: 35730\n  end_ms: 38580\n- text: Try to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n  start_ms: 38580\n  end_ms: 41550\n- text: (Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n  start_ms: 41550\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: '''Cause they don''t know about grease'\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 45600\n- text: I was really in the field with the G's\n  start_ms: 45600\n  end_ms: 47490\n- text: We were dissin' out waps on trees\n  start_ms: 47490\n  end_ms: 48720\n- text: My first wap came in a boxin' glove\n  start_ms: 48720\n  end_ms: 50580\n- text: Got my second one for some weed and P's\n  start_ms: 50580\n  end_ms: 52450\n- text: Why lie? 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I'm so calm\n  You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n  Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n\n  (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n  From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n  Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n  Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n  Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n\n  Go on then, go on then, go on then\n  Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n  All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n  You see two decks in the mix off\n  I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n"},{"id":29034040,"name":"Back 2 Back","trackName":"Back 2 Back","artistName":"Skepta/Fred again..","albumName":"USB","duration":187.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Open up your bedroom door\nLet your mum hear this\nIntroduce her to the music\nYeah\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\nTell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\nNo, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\nTry to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n(Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n\n'Cause they don't know about grease\nI was really in the field with the G's\nWe were dissin' out waps on trees\nMy first wap came in a boxin' glove\nGot my second one for some weed and P's\nWhy lie? Tell me the reason, please\nThat ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\nYou not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\nAllow it, man\nI wanna get my bar out, man\nNah, I wanna get my bars out, please\nNo more wheel-ups, man\nPlease, man\n\nYoung SK, I was goin' insane\nTo go radio, I had to walk in the rain\nTell me what you know about surf in the train?\nNo illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\nOne time I had to murk eight MCs\nBettin' me money, they won't test me again\nBefore I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\nHad to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n(Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\nThat was the word on the curb\nI don't bend, so how can I get curved?\nPrivate jet, I was flyin' with your bird\nEvery other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\nMan, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\nSaid you was a bad boy, blud, say word\nI went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\nI still got step on my 1's. 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Tell me the reason, please\n[00:54.12] That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n[00:55.41] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n[00:58.62] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[01:01.19] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[01:02.67] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:04.36] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[01:05.74] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[01:09.01] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[01:11.45] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[01:13.30] You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:16.59] Allow it, man\n[01:17.96] I wanna get my bar out, man\n[01:19.38] Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n[01:20.84] No more wheel-ups, man\n[01:21.88] Please, man\n[01:23.32] Young SK, I was goin' insane\n[01:25.15] To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n[01:27.16] Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n[01:28.21] No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n[01:30.15] One time I had to murk eight MCs\n[01:31.95] Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n[01:33.53] Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n[01:35.38] Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n[01:37.14] (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[01:39.29] That was the word on the curb\n[01:40.72] I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n[01:42.44] Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n[01:44.38] Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n[01:45.85] Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n[01:47.53] Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n[01:49.33] I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n[01:50.78] (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[01:52.35] (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[01:54.05] I still got step on my 1's. I'm so calm\n[01:55.77] You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n[01:57.82] (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[01:59.11] (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[02:01.11] Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n[02:02.84] Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n[02:05.36] (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n[02:09.12] From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n[02:11.82] Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n[02:14.23] Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n[02:17.12] Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n[02:32.87] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[02:36.13] (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[02:38.64] Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[02:40.03] You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[02:41.69] 'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[02:43.25] (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[02:46.29] (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[02:48.94] They recognise me on grime and drill\n[02:51.89] Go on then, go on then, go on then\n[02:57.67] Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n[03:00.68] All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n[03:02.98] You see two decks in the mix off\n[03:04.40] I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n[03:06.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back 2 Back\n  artist: Skepta/Fred again..\n  album: USB\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Open up your bedroom door\n  start_ms: 2150\n  end_ms: 5010\n- text: Let your mum hear this\n  start_ms: 5010\n  end_ms: 7930\n- text: Introduce her to the music\n  start_ms: 7930\n  end_ms: 10510\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 10510\n  end_ms: 11390\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 11390\n  end_ms: 27170\n- text: (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n  start_ms: 27170\n  end_ms: 28990\n- text: (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n  start_ms: 28990\n  end_ms: 30790\n- text: (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  start_ms: 30790\n  end_ms: 32690\n- text: (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  start_ms: 32690\n  end_ms: 34120\n- text: Tell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\n  start_ms: 34120\n  end_ms: 35730\n- text: No, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\n  start_ms: 35730\n  end_ms: 38580\n- text: Try to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n  start_ms: 38580\n  end_ms: 41550\n- text: (Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n  start_ms: 41550\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: '''Cause they don''t know about grease'\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 45600\n- text: I was really in the field with the G's\n  start_ms: 45600\n  end_ms: 47490\n- text: We were dissin' out waps on trees\n  start_ms: 47490\n  end_ms: 48720\n- text: My first wap came in a boxin' glove\n  start_ms: 48720\n  end_ms: 50580\n- text: Got my second one for some weed and P's\n  start_ms: 50580\n  end_ms: 52450\n- text: Why lie? 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I'm so calm\n  You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n  Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n\n  (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n  From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n  Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n  Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n  Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n\n  Go on then, go on then, go on then\n  Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n  All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n  You see two decks in the mix off\n  I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n"},{"id":39439514,"name":"Back 2 Back","trackName":"Back 2 Back","artistName":"Skepta & Fred again..","albumName":"USB","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Open up your bedroom door\nLet your mum hear this\nIntroduce her to the music\nYeah\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n(Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\nTell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\nNo, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\nTry to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n(Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n\n'Cause they don't know about grease\nI was really in the field with the G's\nWe were dissin' out waps on trees\nMy first wap came in a boxin' glove\nGot my second one for some weed and P's\nWhy lie? Tell me the reason, please\nThat ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\nPrimrose Hill, Brixton Hill\nYou're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n(Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n(I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\nThey recognise me on grime and drill\nYou not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\nAllow it, man\nI wanna get my bar out, man\nNah, I wanna get my bars out, please\nNo more wheel-ups, man\nPlease, man\n\nYoung SK, I was goin' insane\nTo go radio, I had to walk in the rain\nTell me what you know about surf in the train?\nNo illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\nOne time I had to murk eight MCs\nBettin' me money, they won't test me again\nBefore I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\nHad to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n(Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\nThat was the word on the curb\nI don't bend, so how can I get curved?\nPrivate jet, I was flyin' with your bird\nEvery other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\nMan, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\nSaid you was a bad boy, blud, say word\nI went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n(Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n(Man see me on road, and want arms)\nI still got step on my 1's. 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Tell me the reason, please\n[00:54.12]That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n[00:55.41](Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n[00:58.62](I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[01:01.19]Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[01:02.67]You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:04.36]'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[01:05.74](Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[01:09.01](I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[01:11.45]They recognise me on grime and drill\n[01:13.30]You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[01:16.59]Allow it, man\n[01:17.96]I wanna get my bar out, man\n[01:19.38]Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n[01:20.84]No more wheel-ups, man\n[01:21.88]Please, man\n[01:23.32]Young SK, I was goin' insane\n[01:25.15]To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n[01:27.16]Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n[01:28.21]No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n[01:30.15]One time I had to murk eight MCs\n[01:31.95]Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n[01:33.53]Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n[01:35.38]Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n[01:37.14](Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n[01:39.29]That was the word on the curb\n[01:40.72]I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n[01:42.44]Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n[01:44.38]Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n[01:45.85]Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n[01:47.53]Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n[01:49.33]I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n[01:50.78](Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n[01:52.35](Man see me on road, and want arms)\n[01:54.05]I still got step on my 1's. I'm so calm\n[01:55.77]You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n[01:57.82](Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[01:59.11](Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n[02:01.11]Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n[02:02.84]Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n[02:05.36](The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n[02:09.12]From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n[02:11.82]Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n[02:14.23]Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n[02:17.12]Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n[02:32.87](Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[02:36.13](I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n[02:38.64]Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n[02:40.03]You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n[02:41.69]'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n[02:43.25](Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n[02:46.29](I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n[02:48.94]They recognise me on grime and drill\n[02:51.89]Go on then, go on then, go on then\n[02:57.67]Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n[03:00.68]All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n[03:02.98]You see two decks in the mix off\n[03:04.40]I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n[03:06.53]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back 2 Back\n  artist: Skepta & Fred again..\n  album: USB\n  duration_ms: 226688\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Open up your bedroom door\n  start_ms: 2150\n  end_ms: 5010\n- text: Let your mum hear this\n  start_ms: 5010\n  end_ms: 7930\n- text: Introduce her to the music\n  start_ms: 7930\n  end_ms: 10510\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 10510\n  end_ms: 11390\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 11390\n  end_ms: 27170\n- text: (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n  start_ms: 27170\n  end_ms: 28990\n- text: (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n  start_ms: 28990\n  end_ms: 30790\n- text: (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  start_ms: 30790\n  end_ms: 32690\n- text: (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  start_ms: 32690\n  end_ms: 34120\n- text: Tell them shut your mouth, you're not bad\n  start_ms: 34120\n  end_ms: 35730\n- text: No, you can't son me, never ever lost in a clash, you're mad\n  start_ms: 35730\n  end_ms: 38580\n- text: Try to diss me on my family tree, alright, we could go dad for a dad\n  start_ms: 38580\n  end_ms: 41550\n- text: (Oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n  start_ms: 41550\n  end_ms: 44340\n- text: '''Cause they don''t know about grease'\n  start_ms: 44340\n  end_ms: 45600\n- text: I was really in the field with the G's\n  start_ms: 45600\n  end_ms: 47490\n- text: We were dissin' out waps on trees\n  start_ms: 47490\n  end_ms: 48720\n- text: My first wap came in a boxin' glove\n  start_ms: 48720\n  end_ms: 50580\n- text: Got my second one for some weed and P's\n  start_ms: 50580\n  end_ms: 52450\n- text: Why lie? 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Tell me the reason, please\n  That ain't gon' impress me 'cause\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)l)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n  You not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n\n  Allow it, man\n  I wanna get my bar out, man\n  Nah, I wanna get my bars out, please\n  No more wheel-ups, man\n  Please, man\n\n  Young SK, I was goin' insane\n  To go radio, I had to walk in the rain\n  Tell me what you know about surf in the train?\n  No illogical thinkin', had stress on the brain\n  One time I had to murk eight MCs\n  Bettin' me money, they won't test me again\n  Before I did fit pics, I been a lyricist\n  Had to make 'em put some respect on my name\n\n  (Like, oi, Skepta, why you murkin' so many MCs?)\n  That was the word on the curb\n  I don't bend, so how can I get curved?\n  Private jet, I was flyin' with your bird\n  Every other lyric, you're talkin' about guns\n  Man, you ain't got straps, stop lyin', you're a nerd\n  Said you was a bad boy, blud, say word\n  I went to your ends, that's not what I heard\n\n  (Dem way there, I wear my own garms)\n  (Man see me on road, and want arms)\n  I still got step on my 1's. I'm so calm\n  You talkin' like you know the drillers, you not cons\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  (Tell them shut your mouth, there's no qualms)\n  Talkin' 'bout crashin' out, you're not Swarmz\n  Real recognise real, dem boy do me no harm\n\n  (The nurse that brought me will recognise me when I'm 40, like, I'm so real)\n  From Australia, all the way to Brazil, I got fans sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. still\n  Don't come to my show if you're tryna be cool and chill\n  Your drink might spill, end up in the mosh pit, hands in your grill\n  Flow so sick, you might need a NyQuil\n\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me in Winch more Hill\n  Primrose Hill, Brixton Hill\n  You're not a bad boy, and I'ma die on that hill\n  'Bouta show why man recognise me 'cause\n  (Real recognise, real recognise, real recognise, real recognise real)\n  (I'm so real) they recognise me on wave and trap\n  They recognise me on grime and drill\n\n  Go on then, go on then, go on then\n  Skepta or slash bad man Tim\n  All day long, grind, don't get twisted\n  You see two decks in the mix off\n  I see the bigger picture, don't test me\n"},{"id":37921645,"name":"Fully Grown ft. 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What d'you mean?\nI'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\nThese MCs ain't seen what I seen\nYou can't educate big man about street\nNah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n\nI'm a fully grown man, no, I ain't no yout\nNone of these guys can't do what I do\n\nNone of these guys can't shot what I shoot\nNone of them can't ever move food that I move\nBare big man, no likkle child in my crew\n\nStep back cause I got nine in my two\n\nAnd you think that you're hard? When\nYou know that you couldn't walk a yard\nMuch less a mile in my shoe\nLook, most of the mandem shot 'caine\nAnd pop shots to leave you in a box like Blaine\nI've come to bring back hype in the game\nI'm a badboy, I've got bare stripes on my name\n\nSlowly but surely, I'm rising to fame\n'Nuff of these guys will lose their mind for the fame\nI grind for my name\nI know it sounds a little bit insane\nBut I'll die for my chain\n\nI'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\nThese MCs ain't seen what I seen\nYou can't educate big man about street\nNah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean?\nI'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\nThese MCs ain't seen what I seen\nYou can't educate big man about street\nNah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n\nI'm a fully grown man, you're a cynical lad\n\nYou don't want Fris to flip and then get a little mad\nYou ain't had gash that I had\nNot one of them pose a threat, they ain't bad\nWhat you know about setting up shop? You ain't bad\nWhat you know about letting off shots? You ain't bad\nAnd all that big talking you're talking ain't good\nCause I know your book, you ain't bad\nI'm a fully grown man, you're a cynical fag\nI've been a G from the start, not longers or dags\n\nKnow yourself, control yourself\n\nGet a hold of yourself, show some\nRespect for your dad (I'm your daddy)\nGuess you could say I've got the gift of the gab\nMake a guy know that he's gotta strip for the strap\nClick to the clack\nAnd when you hear the sound, you get\nDown cause I'm sick with the strap\n\nI'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\nThese MCs ain't seen what I seen\nYou can't educate big man about street\nNah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean?\nI'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\nThese MCs ain't seen what I seen\nYou can't educate big man about street\nNah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean? What d'you mean?","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.55] I'm a fully grown man, no, I ain't no teen\n[00:16.34] Love a bit of herb but I ain't no fiend\n[00:18.11] 'Nuff of these guys ain't seen what I seen\n[00:19.77] Ain't been through what I been through, what d'you mean?\n[00:21.41] Stay thugged out, ain't gotta chief for my team\n[00:23.47] 'Nuff of these guys ain't been where I been\n[00:25.23] None of these guys can't go where I go\n[00:26.88] None of them can't educate me about dough\n[00:28.91] You can't educate me about bagging up food\n[00:30.84] Shut your mouth and don't get rude\n[00:32.42] None of these youts ain't on what I'm on\n[00:33.91] But it's more than long if I'm in a bad mood\n[00:35.76] Like H, I'm big, give me space, give me room\n[00:37.56] Big Frisco, I never been a waste on a tune\n[00:39.25] If we're on the same riddim when I make bars spitting\n[00:41.01] Then it's best you know your place on a tune\n[00:42.87] I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\n[00:44.82] These MCs ain't seen what I seen\n[00:46.59] You can't educate big man about street\n[00:48.33] Nah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n[00:49.92] I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\n[00:51.97] These MCs ain't seen what I seen\n[00:53.69] You can't educate big man about street\n[00:55.40] Nah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n[00:57.21] I'm a fully grown man, no, I ain't no yout\n[00:59.02] None of these guys can't do what I do\n[01:00.82] None of these guys can't shot what I shoot\n[01:02.40] None of them can't ever move food that I move\n[01:04.19] Bare big man, no likkle child in my crew\n[01:06.26] Step back cause I got nine in my two\n[01:07.76] And you think that you're hard? When\n[01:08.75] You know that you couldn't walk a yard\n[01:10.11] Much less a mile in my shoe\n[01:11.37] Look, most of the mandem shot 'caine\n[01:13.01] And pop shots to leave you in a box like Blaine\n[01:15.02] I've come to bring back hype in the game\n[01:16.64] I'm a badboy, I've got bare stripes on my name\n[01:18.54] Slowly but surely, I'm rising to fame\n[01:20.01] 'Nuff of these guys will lose their mind for the fame\n[01:22.05] I grind for my name\n[01:23.18] I know it sounds a little bit insane\n[01:24.53] But I'll die for my chain\n[01:25.46] I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\n[01:27.55] These MCs ain't seen what I seen\n[01:29.19] You can't educate big man about street\n[01:31.02] Nah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n[01:32.56] I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\n[01:34.67] These MCs ain't seen what I seen\n[01:36.35] You can't educate big man about street\n[01:38.16] Nah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n[01:39.90] I'm a fully grown man, you're a cynical lad\n[01:41.77] You don't want Fris to flip and then get a little mad\n[01:43.83] You ain't had gash that I had\n[01:45.00] Not one of them pose a threat, they ain't bad\n[01:46.87] What you know about setting up shop? You ain't bad\n[01:48.65] What you know about letting off shots? You ain't bad\n[01:50.42] And all that big talking you're talking ain't good\n[01:52.50] Cause I know your book, you ain't bad\n[01:53.95] I'm a fully grown man, you're a cynical fag\n[01:55.61] I've been a G from the start, not longers or dags\n[01:57.87] Know yourself, control yourself\n[01:59.21] Get a hold of yourself, show some\n[02:00.26] Respect for your dad (I'm your daddy)\n[02:01.38] Guess you could say I've got the gift of the gab\n[02:02.89] Make a guy know that he's gotta strip for the strap\n[02:04.87] Click to the clack\n[02:05.80] And when you hear the sound, you get\n[02:07.03] Down cause I'm sick with the strap\n[02:08.11] I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\n[02:10.11] These MCs ain't seen what I seen\n[02:11.88] You can't educate big man about street\n[02:13.61] Nah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n[02:15.25] I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\n[02:17.25] These MCs ain't seen what I seen\n[02:18.95] You can't educate big man about street\n[02:20.85] Nah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n[02:45.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fully Grown ft. 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What d'you mean?\n  I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\n  These MCs ain't seen what I seen\n  You can't educate big man about street\n  Nah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n\n  I'm a fully grown man, no, I ain't no yout\n  None of these guys can't do what I do\n\n  None of these guys can't shot what I shoot\n  None of them can't ever move food that I move\n  Bare big man, no likkle child in my crew\n\n  Step back cause I got nine in my two\n\n  And you think that you're hard? When\n  You know that you couldn't walk a yard\n  Much less a mile in my shoe\n  Look, most of the mandem shot 'caine\n  And pop shots to leave you in a box like Blaine\n  I've come to bring back hype in the game\n  I'm a badboy, I've got bare stripes on my name\n\n  Slowly but surely, I'm rising to fame\n  'Nuff of these guys will lose their mind for the fame\n  I grind for my name\n  I know it sounds a little bit insane\n  But I'll die for my chain\n\n  I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\n  These MCs ain't seen what I seen\n  You can't educate big man about street\n  Nah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n  I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\n  These MCs ain't seen what I seen\n  You can't educate big man about street\n  Nah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n\n  I'm a fully grown man, you're a cynical lad\n\n  You don't want Fris to flip and then get a little mad\n  You ain't had gash that I had\n  Not one of them pose a threat, they ain't bad\n  What you know about setting up shop? You ain't bad\n  What you know about letting off shots? You ain't bad\n  And all that big talking you're talking ain't good\n  Cause I know your book, you ain't bad\n  I'm a fully grown man, you're a cynical fag\n  I've been a G from the start, not longers or dags\n\n  Know yourself, control yourself\n\n  Get a hold of yourself, show some\n  Respect for your dad (I'm your daddy)\n  Guess you could say I've got the gift of the gab\n  Make a guy know that he's gotta strip for the strap\n  Click to the clack\n  And when you hear the sound, you get\n  Down cause I'm sick with the strap\n\n  I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\n  These MCs ain't seen what I seen\n  You can't educate big man about street\n  Nah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n  I'm a fully grown man, I ain't no teen\n  These MCs ain't seen what I seen\n  You can't educate big man about street\n  Nah, rudeboy, what d'you mean? What d'you mean? What d'you mean?\n"}]