[{"id":11223176,"name":"Move On (remix)","trackName":"Move On (remix)","artistName":"Slaughterhouse","albumName":"Slaughterhouse EP","duration":490.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No I don't respond with answers that fit a script\nSo the repetition will make a nigga flip\nWe in the game of smoke and mirrors\nThose engineering a bigger spliff\nBlowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift\nI never lived a myth, if I said it I did it\nNever alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth\nI made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks\nWhen I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks\nAnd still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed\nBut the hurt is making me better with this gift\nI'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and\nY'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and\nMotherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking\nY'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink\nIt was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner\nI ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters\nSet up to be a loser but was made to be a winner\nIf they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture\nIf they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures\nIf shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper\nI came a long way from the staples in my skrilla\nStains on my pants hardly had a cut\nThe ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck\nAll my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple\nNah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is\nSo if y'all going through it now just know that another kid\nMade something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing\nOlder ladies used to tell my mother \"Ain't he something?\"\nI look at a lot of you cats and laugh\nCuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas\nWhen I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft\nAnd all y'all ask about is Aftermath\nMotherfucker move on\n\nI got to give my own interview\nSince niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule\nAnd paint me as a cynical\nBut the canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to\nIf I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived\nAnd that comes from me being inside\nWhere the demons get by, see them goodbye\nIf I'm vehement here's why\nCome from hearing it and seeing venomous lies\nSo the beast in me cried cuz when it's all you hear\nShit can overbear just when the over in air\nSo I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear\nRest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea\nI'm on another label, not that other label\nThat mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs\nSome say it's a conspir'ce\nI say if everybody's on the throne that's just more motive to kill the heir\nAsk me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep\nOh you must not know I'm deep\nI'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week\nMe? I just got my little man every week\nJersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\nCuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\nAsk me about swag\nI'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\nPlus look at you like a fag\nI love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\nThey burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\nI'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\nWas old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\nStop using slang just for you to be cool\nCuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\nI'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\nY'all chase zeros\nMotherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\nThey played De Niro, never been there though\nSo before your next thought, understand\nKnow it's much more to me than a man\nEither that or move on\n\nMy rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\nBefore Jordan was wearing four five\nI just look like this, I just seemed old\nBut I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\nTo suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\nThe real estate market is harsh, everything goes\nFrom folds to who you was doing everything for\nBut I cut them off and move on to the new checks\nNew friends chasing my new ends with new threats\nWatching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\nIn the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\nBut we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\nIf you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\nYou dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\nBut I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\nI mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\nBut Ryan and Marshal is all you get\nMy flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\nWhat I say in a track those just words\nBaby boy forgive me, I'm just street\nCuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\nI don't got to dig deep to realize\nSlim bought Big Proof a big jeep\nBecause he deserved it, how can I mourn\nThe same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\nMarshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\nI ain't into fucking my family like incest\nIf you remember ice used to be my life's interest\nTell Hailey my wife just had a princess\nSince I made up with Em there's nothing else\nThat I can move on from so who wants some\nLike a jar of Grey Poupon\nYou have to ask anybody in any car\nWant it? Or move on\n\nWhen fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\nWith women who've been abused\nSo they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\nOne in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\nIs this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\nAny dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\nDon't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\nI'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\nPistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\nHoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\nI been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\nYou can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\nI deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\nWas stressed out over cash flow\nHip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\nRap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\nSpit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\nMake him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\nI won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\nIf it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\nEvery memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\nAs a kid I had to steal breakfast\nAnd now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n\"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\nThese things leave people confused\nCuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\nI eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\nBack in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\nWaiting on Detox to save the West\nEven if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\nUnless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\nMove on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Move On (remix)\n  artist: Slaughterhouse\n  album: Slaughterhouse EP\n  duration_ms: 490000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  No I don't respond with answers that fit a script\n  So the repetition will make a nigga flip\n  We in the game of smoke and mirrors\n  Those engineering a bigger spliff\n  Blowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift\n  I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it\n  Never alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth\n  I made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks\n  When I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks\n  And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed\n  But the hurt is making me better with this gift\n  I'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and\n  Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and\n  Motherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking\n  Y'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink\n  It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner\n  I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters\n  Set up to be a loser but was made to be a winner\n  If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture\n  If they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures\n  If shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper\n  I came a long way from the staples in my skrilla\n  Stains on my pants hardly had a cut\n  The ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck\n  All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple\n  Nah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is\n  So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid\n  Made something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing\n  Older ladies used to tell my mother \"Ain't he something?\"\n  I look at a lot of you cats and laugh\n  Cuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas\n  When I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft\n  And all y'all ask about is Aftermath\n  Motherfucker move on\n\n  I got to give my own interview\n  Since niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule\n  And paint me as a cynical\n  But the canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to\n  If I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived\n  And that comes from me being inside\n  Where the demons get by, see them goodbye\n  If I'm vehement here's why\n  Come from hearing it and seeing venomous lies\n  So the beast in me cried cuz when it's all you hear\n  Shit can overbear just when the over in air\n  So I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear\n  Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea\n  I'm on another label, not that other label\n  That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs\n  Some say it's a conspir'ce\n  I say if everybody's on the throne that's just more motive to kill the heir\n  Ask me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep\n  Oh you must not know I'm deep\n  I'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week\n  Me? I just got my little man every week\n  Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\n  Cuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\n  Ask me about swag\n  I'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\n  Plus look at you like a fag\n  I love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\n  They burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\n  I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\n  Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\n  Stop using slang just for you to be cool\n  Cuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\n  I'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\n  Y'all chase zeros\n  Motherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\n  They played De Niro, never been there though\n  So before your next thought, understand\n  Know it's much more to me than a man\n  Either that or move on\n\n  My rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\n  Before Jordan was wearing four five\n  I just look like this, I just seemed old\n  But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\n  To suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\n  The real estate market is harsh, everything goes\n  From folds to who you was doing everything for\n  But I cut them off and move on to the new checks\n  New friends chasing my new ends with new threats\n  Watching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\n  In the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\n  But we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\n  If you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\n  You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\n  But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\n  I mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\n  But Ryan and Marshal is all you get\n  My flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\n  What I say in a track those just words\n  Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street\n  Cuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\n  I don't got to dig deep to realize\n  Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep\n  Because he deserved it, how can I mourn\n  The same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\n  Marshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\n  I ain't into fucking my family like incest\n  If you remember ice used to be my life's interest\n  Tell Hailey my wife just had a princess\n  Since I made up with Em there's nothing else\n  That I can move on from so who wants some\n  Like a jar of Grey Poupon\n  You have to ask anybody in any car\n  Want it? Or move on\n\n  When fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\n  With women who've been abused\n  So they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\n  One in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\n  Is this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\n  Any dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\n  Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\n  I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\n  Pistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\n  Hoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\n  I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\n  You can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\n  I deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\n  Was stressed out over cash flow\n  Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\n  Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\n  Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\n  Make him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\n  I won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\n  If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\n  Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\n  As a kid I had to steal breakfast\n  And now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n  \"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\n  These things leave people confused\n  Cuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\n  I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\n  Back in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\n  Waiting on Detox to save the West\n  Even if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\n  Unless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\n  Move on\n"},{"id":27474876,"name":"Move On (remix)","trackName":"Move On (remix)","artistName":"Slaughterhouse","albumName":"The Slaughterhouse EP","duration":489.717551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No I don't respond with answers that fit a script\nSo the repetition will make a nigga flip\nWe in the game of smoke and mirrors\nThose engineering a bigger spliff\nBlowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift\nI never lived a myth, if I said it I did it\nNever alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth\nI made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks\nWhen I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks\nAnd still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed\nBut the hurt is making me better with this gift\nI'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and\nY'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and\nMotherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking\nY'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink\nIt was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner\nI ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters\nSet up to be a loser but was made to be a winner\nIf they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture\nIf they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures\nIf shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper\nI came a long way from the staples in my skrilla\nStains on my pants hardly had a cut\nThe ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck\nAll my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple\nNah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is\nSo if y'all going through it now just know that another kid\nMade something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing\nOlder ladies used to tell my mother \"Ain't he something?\"\nI look at a lot of you cats and laugh\nCuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas\nWhen I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft\nAnd all y'all ask about is Aftermath\nMotherfucker move on\n\nI got to give my own interview\nSince niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule\nAnd paint me as a cynical\nBut the canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to\nIf I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived\nAnd that comes from me being inside\nWhere the demons get by, see them goodbye\nIf I'm vehement here's why\nCome from hearing it and seeing venomous lies\nSo the beast in me cried cuz when it's all you hear\nShit can overbear just when the over in air\nSo I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear\nRest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea\nI'm on another label, not that other label\nThat mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs\nSome say it's a conspir'ce\nI say if everybody's on the throne that's just more motive to kill the heir\nAsk me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep\nOh you must not know I'm deep\nI'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week\nMe? I just got my little man every week\nJersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\nCuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\nAsk me about swag\nI'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\nPlus look at you like a fag\nI love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\nThey burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\nI'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\nWas old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\nStop using slang just for you to be cool\nCuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\nI'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\nY'all chase zeros\nMotherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\nThey played De Niro, never been there though\nSo before your next thought, understand\nKnow it's much more to me than a man\nEither that or move on\n\nMy rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\nBefore Jordan was wearing four five\nI just look like this, I just seemed old\nBut I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\nTo suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\nThe real estate market is harsh, everything goes\nFrom folds to who you was doing everything for\nBut I cut them off and move on to the new checks\nNew friends chasing my new ends with new threats\nWatching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\nIn the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\nBut we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\nIf you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\nYou dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\nBut I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\nI mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\nBut Ryan and Marshal is all you get\nMy flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\nWhat I say in a track those just words\nBaby boy forgive me, I'm just street\nCuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\nI don't got to dig deep to realize\nSlim bought Big Proof a big jeep\nBecause he deserved it, how can I mourn\nThe same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\nMarshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\nI ain't into fucking my family like incest\nIf you remember ice used to be my life's interest\nTell Hailey my wife just had a princess\nSince I made up with Em there's nothing else\nThat I can move on from so who wants some\nLike a jar of Grey Poupon\nYou have to ask anybody in any car\nWant it? Or move on\n\nWhen fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\nWith women who've been abused\nSo they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\nOne in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\nIs this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\nAny dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\nDon't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\nI'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\nPistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\nHoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\nI been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\nYou can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\nI deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\nWas stressed out over cash flow\nHip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\nRap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\nSpit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\nMake him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\nI won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\nIf it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\nEvery memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\nAs a kid I had to steal breakfast\nAnd now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n\"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\nThese things leave people confused\nCuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\nI eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\nBack in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\nWaiting on Detox to save the West\nEven if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\nUnless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\nMove on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Move On (remix)\n  artist: Slaughterhouse\n  album: The Slaughterhouse EP\n  duration_ms: 489718\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  No I don't respond with answers that fit a script\n  So the repetition will make a nigga flip\n  We in the game of smoke and mirrors\n  Those engineering a bigger spliff\n  Blowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift\n  I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it\n  Never alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth\n  I made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks\n  When I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks\n  And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed\n  But the hurt is making me better with this gift\n  I'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and\n  Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and\n  Motherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking\n  Y'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink\n  It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner\n  I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters\n  Set up to be a loser but was made to be a winner\n  If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture\n  If they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures\n  If shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper\n  I came a long way from the staples in my skrilla\n  Stains on my pants hardly had a cut\n  The ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck\n  All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple\n  Nah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is\n  So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid\n  Made something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing\n  Older ladies used to tell my mother \"Ain't he something?\"\n  I look at a lot of you cats and laugh\n  Cuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas\n  When I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft\n  And all y'all ask about is Aftermath\n  Motherfucker move on\n\n  I got to give my own interview\n  Since niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule\n  And paint me as a cynical\n  But the canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to\n  If I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived\n  And that comes from me being inside\n  Where the demons get by, see them goodbye\n  If I'm vehement here's why\n  Come from hearing it and seeing venomous lies\n  So the beast in me cried cuz when it's all you hear\n  Shit can overbear just when the over in air\n  So I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear\n  Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea\n  I'm on another label, not that other label\n  That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs\n  Some say it's a conspir'ce\n  I say if everybody's on the throne that's just more motive to kill the heir\n  Ask me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep\n  Oh you must not know I'm deep\n  I'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week\n  Me? I just got my little man every week\n  Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\n  Cuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\n  Ask me about swag\n  I'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\n  Plus look at you like a fag\n  I love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\n  They burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\n  I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\n  Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\n  Stop using slang just for you to be cool\n  Cuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\n  I'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\n  Y'all chase zeros\n  Motherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\n  They played De Niro, never been there though\n  So before your next thought, understand\n  Know it's much more to me than a man\n  Either that or move on\n\n  My rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\n  Before Jordan was wearing four five\n  I just look like this, I just seemed old\n  But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\n  To suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\n  The real estate market is harsh, everything goes\n  From folds to who you was doing everything for\n  But I cut them off and move on to the new checks\n  New friends chasing my new ends with new threats\n  Watching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\n  In the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\n  But we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\n  If you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\n  You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\n  But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\n  I mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\n  But Ryan and Marshal is all you get\n  My flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\n  What I say in a track those just words\n  Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street\n  Cuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\n  I don't got to dig deep to realize\n  Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep\n  Because he deserved it, how can I mourn\n  The same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\n  Marshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\n  I ain't into fucking my family like incest\n  If you remember ice used to be my life's interest\n  Tell Hailey my wife just had a princess\n  Since I made up with Em there's nothing else\n  That I can move on from so who wants some\n  Like a jar of Grey Poupon\n  You have to ask anybody in any car\n  Want it? Or move on\n\n  When fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\n  With women who've been abused\n  So they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\n  One in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\n  Is this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\n  Any dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\n  Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\n  I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\n  Pistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\n  Hoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\n  I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\n  You can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\n  I deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\n  Was stressed out over cash flow\n  Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\n  Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\n  Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\n  Make him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\n  I won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\n  If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\n  Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\n  As a kid I had to steal breakfast\n  And now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n  \"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\n  These things leave people confused\n  Cuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\n  I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\n  Back in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\n  Waiting on Detox to save the West\n  Even if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\n  Unless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\n  Move on\n"},{"id":34790537,"name":"Move On (remix)","trackName":"Move On (remix)","artistName":"Slaughterhouse Iffy","albumName":"Slaughterhouse – EP","duration":490.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No I don't respond with answers that fit a script\nSo the repetition will make a nigga flip\nWe in the game of smoke and mirrors\nThose engineering a bigger spliff\nBlowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift\nI never lived a myth, if I said it I did it\nNever alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth\nI made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks\nWhen I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks\nAnd still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed\nBut the hurt is making me better with this gift\nI'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and\nY'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and\nMotherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking\nY'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink\nIt was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner\nI ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters\nSet up to be a loser but was made to be a winner\nIf they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture\nIf they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures\nIf shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper\nI came a long way from the staples in my skrilla\nStains on my pants hardly had a cut\nThe ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck\nAll my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple\nNah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is\nSo if y'all going through it now just know that another kid\nMade something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing\nOlder ladies used to tell my mother \"Ain't he something?\"\nI look at a lot of you cats and laugh\nCuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas\nWhen I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft\nAnd all y'all ask about is Aftermath\nMotherfucker move on\n\nI got to give my own interview\nSince niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule\nAnd paint me as a cynical\nBut the canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to\nIf I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived\nAnd that comes from me being inside\nWhere the demons get by, see them goodbye\nIf I'm vehement here's why\nCome from hearing it and seeing venomous lies\nSo the beast in me cried cuz when it's all you hear\nShit can overbear just when the over in air\nSo I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear\nRest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea\nI'm on another label, not that other label\nThat mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs\nSome say it's a conspir'ce\nI say if everybody's on the throne that's just more motive to kill the heir\nAsk me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep\nOh you must not know I'm deep\nI'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week\nMe? I just got my little man every week\nJersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\nCuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\nAsk me about swag\nI'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\nPlus look at you like a fag\nI love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\nThey burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\nI'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\nWas old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\nStop using slang just for you to be cool\nCuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\nI'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\nY'all chase zeros\nMotherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\nThey played De Niro, never been there though\nSo before your next thought, understand\nKnow it's much more to me than a man\nEither that or move on\n\nMy rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\nBefore Jordan was wearing four five\nI just look like this, I just seemed old\nBut I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\nTo suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\nThe real estate market is harsh, everything goes\nFrom folds to who you was doing everything for\nBut I cut them off and move on to the new checks\nNew friends chasing my new ends with new threats\nWatching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\nIn the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\nBut we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\nIf you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\nYou dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\nBut I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\nI mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\nBut Ryan and Marshal is all you get\nMy flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\nWhat I say in a track those just words\nBaby boy forgive me, I'm just street\nCuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\nI don't got to dig deep to realize\nSlim bought Big Proof a big jeep\nBecause he deserved it, how can I mourn\nThe same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\nMarshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\nI ain't into fucking my family like incest\nIf you remember ice used to be my life's interest\nTell Hailey my wife just had a princess\nSince I made up with Em there's nothing else\nThat I can move on from so who wants some\nLike a jar of Grey Poupon\nYou have to ask anybody in any car\nWant it? Or move on\n\nWhen fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\nWith women who've been abused\nSo they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\nOne in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\nIs this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\nAny dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\nDon't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\nI'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\nPistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\nHoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\nI been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\nYou can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\nI deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\nWas stressed out over cash flow\nHip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\nRap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\nSpit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\nMake him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\nI won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\nIf it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\nEvery memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\nAs a kid I had to steal breakfast\nAnd now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n\"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\nThese things leave people confused\nCuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\nI eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\nBack in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\nWaiting on Detox to save the West\nEven if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\nUnless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\nMove on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Move On (remix)\n  artist: Slaughterhouse Iffy\n  album: Slaughterhouse – EP\n  duration_ms: 490000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  No I don't respond with answers that fit a script\n  So the repetition will make a nigga flip\n  We in the game of smoke and mirrors\n  Those engineering a bigger spliff\n  Blowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift\n  I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it\n  Never alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth\n  I made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks\n  When I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks\n  And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed\n  But the hurt is making me better with this gift\n  I'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and\n  Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and\n  Motherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking\n  Y'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink\n  It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner\n  I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters\n  Set up to be a loser but was made to be a winner\n  If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture\n  If they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures\n  If shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper\n  I came a long way from the staples in my skrilla\n  Stains on my pants hardly had a cut\n  The ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck\n  All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple\n  Nah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is\n  So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid\n  Made something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing\n  Older ladies used to tell my mother \"Ain't he something?\"\n  I look at a lot of you cats and laugh\n  Cuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas\n  When I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft\n  And all y'all ask about is Aftermath\n  Motherfucker move on\n\n  I got to give my own interview\n  Since niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule\n  And paint me as a cynical\n  But the canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to\n  If I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived\n  And that comes from me being inside\n  Where the demons get by, see them goodbye\n  If I'm vehement here's why\n  Come from hearing it and seeing venomous lies\n  So the beast in me cried cuz when it's all you hear\n  Shit can overbear just when the over in air\n  So I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear\n  Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea\n  I'm on another label, not that other label\n  That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs\n  Some say it's a conspir'ce\n  I say if everybody's on the throne that's just more motive to kill the heir\n  Ask me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep\n  Oh you must not know I'm deep\n  I'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week\n  Me? I just got my little man every week\n  Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\n  Cuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\n  Ask me about swag\n  I'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\n  Plus look at you like a fag\n  I love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\n  They burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\n  I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\n  Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\n  Stop using slang just for you to be cool\n  Cuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\n  I'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\n  Y'all chase zeros\n  Motherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\n  They played De Niro, never been there though\n  So before your next thought, understand\n  Know it's much more to me than a man\n  Either that or move on\n\n  My rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\n  Before Jordan was wearing four five\n  I just look like this, I just seemed old\n  But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\n  To suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\n  The real estate market is harsh, everything goes\n  From folds to who you was doing everything for\n  But I cut them off and move on to the new checks\n  New friends chasing my new ends with new threats\n  Watching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\n  In the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\n  But we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\n  If you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\n  You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\n  But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\n  I mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\n  But Ryan and Marshal is all you get\n  My flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\n  What I say in a track those just words\n  Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street\n  Cuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\n  I don't got to dig deep to realize\n  Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep\n  Because he deserved it, how can I mourn\n  The same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\n  Marshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\n  I ain't into fucking my family like incest\n  If you remember ice used to be my life's interest\n  Tell Hailey my wife just had a princess\n  Since I made up with Em there's nothing else\n  That I can move on from so who wants some\n  Like a jar of Grey Poupon\n  You have to ask anybody in any car\n  Want it? Or move on\n\n  When fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\n  With women who've been abused\n  So they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\n  One in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\n  Is this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\n  Any dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\n  Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\n  I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\n  Pistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\n  Hoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\n  I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\n  You can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\n  I deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\n  Was stressed out over cash flow\n  Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\n  Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\n  Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\n  Make him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\n  I won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\n  If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\n  Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\n  As a kid I had to steal breakfast\n  And now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n  \"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\n  These things leave people confused\n  Cuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\n  I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\n  Back in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\n  Waiting on Detox to save the West\n  Even if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\n  Unless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\n  Move on\n"},{"id":8311158,"name":"Move On Feat. Iffy (Remix)","trackName":"Move On Feat. Iffy (Remix)","artistName":"Slaughterhouse","albumName":"Slaughterhouse - EP","duration":490.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No I don't respond with answers that fit a script\nSo the repetition will make a nigga flip\nWe in the game of smoke and mirrors\nThose engineering a bigger spliff\nBlowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift\nI never lived a myth, if I said it I did it\nNever alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth\nI made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks\nWhen I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks\nAnd still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed\nBut the hurt is making me better with this gift\nI'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and\nY'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and\nMotherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking\nY'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink\nIt was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner\nI ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters\nSet up to be a loser but was made to be a winner\nIf they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture\nIf they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures\nIf shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper\nI came a long way from the staples in my skrilla\nStains on my pants hardly had a cut\nThe ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck\nAll my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple\nNah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is\nSo if y'all going through it now just know that another kid\nMade something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing\nOlder ladies used to tell my mother \"Ain't he something?\"\nI look at a lot of you cats and laugh\nCuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas\nWhen I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft\nAnd all y'all ask about is Aftermath\nMotherfucker move on\n\nI got to give my own interview\nSince niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule\nAnd paint me as a cynical\nBut the canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to\nIf I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived\nAnd that comes from me being inside\nWhere the demons get by, see them goodbye\nIf I'm vehement here's why\nCome from hearing it and seeing venomous lies\nSo the beast in me cried cuz when it's all you hear\nShit can overbear just when the over in air\nSo I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear\nRest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea\nI'm on another label, not that other label\nThat mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs\nSome say it's a conspir'ce\nI say if everybody's on the throne that's just more motive to kill the heir\nAsk me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep\nOh you must not know I'm deep\nI'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week\nMe? I just got my little man every week\nJersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\nCuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\nAsk me about swag\nI'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\nPlus look at you like a fag\nI love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\nThey burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\nI'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\nWas old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\nStop using slang just for you to be cool\nCuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\nI'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\nY'all chase zeros\nMotherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\nThey played De Niro, never been there though\nSo before your next thought, understand\nKnow it's much more to me than a man\nEither that or move on\n\nMy rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\nBefore Jordan was wearing four five\nI just look like this, I just seemed old\nBut I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\nTo suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\nThe real estate market is harsh, everything goes\nFrom folds to who you was doing everything for\nBut I cut them off and move on to the new checks\nNew friends chasing my new ends with new threats\nWatching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\nIn the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\nBut we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\nIf you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\nYou dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\nBut I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\nI mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\nBut Ryan and Marshal is all you get\nMy flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\nWhat I say in a track those just words\nBaby boy forgive me, I'm just street\nCuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\nI don't got to dig deep to realize\nSlim bought Big Proof a big jeep\nBecause he deserved it, how can I mourn\nThe same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\nMarshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\nI ain't into fucking my family like incest\nIf you remember ice used to be my life's interest\nTell Hailey my wife just had a princess\nSince I made up with Em there's nothing else\nThat I can move on from so who wants some\nLike a jar of Grey Poupon\nYou have to ask anybody in any car\nWant it? Or move on\n\nWhen fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\nWith women who've been abused\nSo they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\nOne in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\nIs this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\nAny dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\nDon't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\nI'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\nPistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\nHoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\nI been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\nYou can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\nI deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\nWas stressed out over cash flow\nHip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\nRap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\nSpit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\nMake him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\nI won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\nIf it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\nEvery memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\nAs a kid I had to steal breakfast\nAnd now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n\"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\nThese things leave people confused\nCuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\nI eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\nBack in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\nWaiting on Detox to save the West\nEven if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\nUnless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\nMove on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Move On Feat. Iffy (Remix)\n  artist: Slaughterhouse\n  album: Slaughterhouse - EP\n  duration_ms: 490000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  No I don't respond with answers that fit a script\n  So the repetition will make a nigga flip\n  We in the game of smoke and mirrors\n  Those engineering a bigger spliff\n  Blowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift\n  I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it\n  Never alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth\n  I made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks\n  When I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks\n  And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed\n  But the hurt is making me better with this gift\n  I'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and\n  Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and\n  Motherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking\n  Y'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink\n  It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner\n  I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters\n  Set up to be a loser but was made to be a winner\n  If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture\n  If they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures\n  If shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper\n  I came a long way from the staples in my skrilla\n  Stains on my pants hardly had a cut\n  The ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck\n  All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple\n  Nah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is\n  So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid\n  Made something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing\n  Older ladies used to tell my mother \"Ain't he something?\"\n  I look at a lot of you cats and laugh\n  Cuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas\n  When I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft\n  And all y'all ask about is Aftermath\n  Motherfucker move on\n\n  I got to give my own interview\n  Since niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule\n  And paint me as a cynical\n  But the canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to\n  If I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived\n  And that comes from me being inside\n  Where the demons get by, see them goodbye\n  If I'm vehement here's why\n  Come from hearing it and seeing venomous lies\n  So the beast in me cried cuz when it's all you hear\n  Shit can overbear just when the over in air\n  So I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear\n  Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea\n  I'm on another label, not that other label\n  That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs\n  Some say it's a conspir'ce\n  I say if everybody's on the throne that's just more motive to kill the heir\n  Ask me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep\n  Oh you must not know I'm deep\n  I'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week\n  Me? I just got my little man every week\n  Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\n  Cuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\n  Ask me about swag\n  I'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\n  Plus look at you like a fag\n  I love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\n  They burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\n  I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\n  Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\n  Stop using slang just for you to be cool\n  Cuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\n  I'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\n  Y'all chase zeros\n  Motherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\n  They played De Niro, never been there though\n  So before your next thought, understand\n  Know it's much more to me than a man\n  Either that or move on\n\n  My rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\n  Before Jordan was wearing four five\n  I just look like this, I just seemed old\n  But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\n  To suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\n  The real estate market is harsh, everything goes\n  From folds to who you was doing everything for\n  But I cut them off and move on to the new checks\n  New friends chasing my new ends with new threats\n  Watching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\n  In the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\n  But we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\n  If you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\n  You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\n  But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\n  I mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\n  But Ryan and Marshal is all you get\n  My flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\n  What I say in a track those just words\n  Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street\n  Cuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\n  I don't got to dig deep to realize\n  Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep\n  Because he deserved it, how can I mourn\n  The same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\n  Marshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\n  I ain't into fucking my family like incest\n  If you remember ice used to be my life's interest\n  Tell Hailey my wife just had a princess\n  Since I made up with Em there's nothing else\n  That I can move on from so who wants some\n  Like a jar of Grey Poupon\n  You have to ask anybody in any car\n  Want it? Or move on\n\n  When fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\n  With women who've been abused\n  So they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\n  One in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\n  Is this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\n  Any dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\n  Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\n  I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\n  Pistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\n  Hoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\n  I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\n  You can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\n  I deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\n  Was stressed out over cash flow\n  Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\n  Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\n  Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\n  Make him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\n  I won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\n  If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\n  Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\n  As a kid I had to steal breakfast\n  And now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n  \"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\n  These things leave people confused\n  Cuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\n  I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\n  Back in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\n  Waiting on Detox to save the West\n  Even if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\n  Unless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\n  Move on\n"},{"id":21542859,"name":"Move On (Remix) (feat. Iffy)","trackName":"Move On (Remix) (feat. Iffy)","artistName":"Slaughterhouse","albumName":"Slaughterhouse EP","duration":490.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1 *Joell Ortiz*\nNo I Dont Respond Wit Answers That Fit A Script\nSo The Repitition Will Make A Nigga Flip\nWe In The Game Of Smokin Mirrors\nThose Engineering A Bigger Spliff\nBlowin Circles Out They Mouth Gettin Praise But The Shit Is Shift\nI Never Lived A Myth If I Said It I Did It\nNever Alleged Word To Dead I Gripped Da Fif\nI Made My Housing Tenament A Strip\nMovin' Medicine In Nicks\nWhen I Seen 'Em Comin' I Jetted from Them Pricks\nAnd Still To This Day Though She Clean I Wish My Mommy Never Sniffed\nBut The Hurt Is Makin' Me Betta Wit This Gift\nIm Live Wit This Ink\nU Could Die In A Blink An\nYall Got The Nerve To Ask Me Why Do I Drink An\nMotherfuckers Sometimes I Cry When Im Think'n\nYall Aint There When Them Tears Bein' Dried By The Sink\nIt Was Cold In The Winter\nMy Community Centers Who Gave Me Dinner\nI Aind Mind My Table Chairs Gave Me Splinters\nSet Up To Be A Loser But Was Made To Be A Winner\nIf They Paint Hip Hop I Bet My Face Be In The Picture\nIf They Wrote A Rap Bible Bet My Name Be In The Scriptures\nIf Shorty Say Im Her Idol Bet Her Face Be In My Zipper\nI Came A Long Way From The Staples In My Skrilla\nStains On My Pants Hardly Had A Cut\nThe Ladies Aint Wanna Dance So House Parties Would Suck\nAll My Friends On The Wall Im In The Hall Wit A Cup\nNah I Aint Complain'n Just Tellin' Yall What It Is\nSo If Yall Goin Thru It Now Just Know That Anotha Kid\nMade Somethin' Outta Nothin' Well Im Frontin' I Was Never Nothin'\nOlder Ladies Used To Tell My Mother Aint He Somethin'\nI Look At A Lot Of U Cats An Laugh\nCuz Im The Shit Man An Yall Aint Even Passin' Gas\nWhen I Spit Im The Definition Of Mastered Craft\nAn All Yall Ask About Is Aftermath\nMotherfucker MOVE ON...\n\n2 *Joe Budden*\nI Gotta Give My Own Interview\nSince Niggas That Do My Interviews\nFocus On Wutevas Miniscule\nAn Paint Me As A Cynical\nBut The Canvas Will Limit You\nYou Cant Go Beyond What Theres No Limit To\nIf I Think Hip Hop Is Dead I Think Its Bein' Revived\nAn That Comes From Me Bein' Inside\nWhere The Demons Get By See 'Em Goodbye\nIf Im Vehement Heres Why\nCome From Hearin' It Seein' Ve-Nom-Ous Lies\nSo The Beast In Me Cries Cuz When Its All U Hear\nShit Can Over-Bear Just When The Over In Air\nSo I Try To Think Straight Cuz When U Stare In The Rear\nRest In Peace Stewart Shakir Nigga Yea\nIm On Anotha Label Not That Other Label\nThat Mean Its No Longer My Problem Its Theirs\nSome Say Its A Conspirc'\nI Say If Erybodys On The Thrown Thats Just More Motive To Kill The Heir\nAsk Me Bout Pump It Up An Ima Think U Sheep\nOh U Must Not Know Im Deep\nIm So Off Of Music So Yall Can Soundscan Every Week\nMe I Just Got My Lil Man Every Week\nJersey City Loves Me Despite Yall Beliefs\nCuz They Was Baby Steppin' I Showed 'Em How 2 Leep\nAsk Me About Swagg Ima Change Tha Topic\nTo Lyrics An Than Brag\nPlus Look At U Like A Fag\nI Luv Erybody Dont Ask Bout Who I Beef With\nThey Burnt Tha But They Was Standin' Underneath It\nIm On My Grind Benjamin Huntin'\nWas Old Since I Was Young Call Me Benjamin Button\nStop Using Slang Just 4 U 2 Be Cool\nCuz I Go Back 2 When It Was Cool 2 Be U\nIma Hero No I Mean Im Hiro From Heroes\nYall Chase Zeros\nMahfukka I Just Got Finished Hatin' Me Feelin' Like A Zero\nThey Played De Niro Never Been There Though\nSo Before Your Next Thought Understand\nKnow its Much More 2 Me Than A Man\nEither That Or Move On...\n\n3 *Royce Da 5'9\"*\nMy Rhymes Reflection Is Scarface An Prem's Soul\nBefore Jordan Was Wearin' Four Five\nI Just Look Like This I Just Seemed Old\nBut I Had To Bleed The Blood of A Dirty Motherfucker\nTo Suffer Clean Clothes An Touch What A King Holds\nThe Real Estate Market Is Harsh Everything Goes\nFrom Folds To Who U Was Doin' Everything For\nBut I Cut 'Em Off An Move On To The New Checks\nNew Friends Chasin' My New Endz Wit New Threats\nWatchin' My Dreams Fold Like A Stack Of Bills\nIn The Pocket Of Who Aint Tryin' To Push Up Daffodils\nBut We The Super Group U Couldnt Handle This Shit\nIf U Were Standin' Before Us Carryin' The Pooper Scoop\nU Dealt Wit Shady Shit? I Dealt Wit Shady's Shit\nBut Im The Only One Can Trully Say I Dealt Wit Shady's Shit\nI Mean That Wit All Respect To Paul An Sheck\nBut Ryan An Marshall Is All U Get\nMy Flows Superb I Luv Pauly Rosenberg\nWhat I Say In A Track Those Just Words\nBaby Boy Forgive Me Im Just Street\nCuz I Can Change Into Anything Niggas Want Me To Be\nLike Mystique I Dont Gotta Dig Deep\nTo Realize Slim Baught Big Proof A Big Jeep\nBecause He Deserved It\nHow Can I Mourn The Same Way Shady Did\nOver Him When He Knew Him When He Attended Osbourne\nMarshall Im Sorry I Knew It Went Left\nI Aint Into Fuckin' My Family Like Incest\nIf U Remember Ice Used To Be My Lifes Interest\nTell Hailie My Wife Just Had A Princess\nSince I Made Up Wit EM Theres Nothin' Else\nThat I Can Move On From So Who Wants Some\nLike A Jar Of Grey Poupon\nU Have To Ask Anybody In Any Car\nWant It Or Move On...\n\n4 *Crooked I*\nWhen Fans Picture My Interviews\nThey Think Im In A Swimmin' Pool\nWit Women Who've Been Abused\nSo They Turn Into Strippers\nMakin They Livin' In The Nude\nOne In The Middle Blowin' My Inner Tube\nWhile The Interviewers Gettin Ridiculed\nIs This Your Vision Cool\nLet Me Give U A Little Jewel\nAny Dude Who Wanna Sit N My Tennis Shoes Is Missin Screwz\nDont Get It Misconstrued\nDont Get Tha Shit Confused\nIm 2 Seconds From Prison Food Ima Different Dude\nPistol In My Reach Man\nStill In Long Beach Man\nHoping If My Grind Dont Help Me Get Out My Speech Can\nI Been In The Streets Longer Than Yao Mings Wingspan\nU Can Be MTV I'll Be CSpan\nI Deal With Politics Bandanas And Hollow Tips\nHalf U Rappers Follow This\nRole Models Can Swallow Dick\nWas Stressed Out Over Cashflow\nHipHop Used 2 Console My Soul\nNow Its A Bunch Of Assholes\nRap About And Dance While Im Targeting Cops\nSpit Sum Shit 4 Oscar Grant Hit Tha Seargent With Shots\nMake Him A Ghost Like He Part Of Tha LOX\nI Wont Stop Recordin' Till Im Makin Songs Harder Than Pac's\nIf It Dont Happen At Least A Nyggah Know He Right There\nEvery Memory Under My Dodger Hats A Nightmare\nAs A Kid I Had 2 Steal Breakfast\nAn Now Tha Best Question U Have 2 Ask Me\nIs This A Real Necklace\nWheres Ya Beat From Dre Ya Feature From Cube\nThese Things Leave People Confused\nCuz They Know I Leave Speakers Abused I Eat Tha EQ's\nI Eat Thru Tha Beat Whats Tha Secret I Think Its Tha Shoes\nOut In Cali Nyggahs Blaze An Stress\nWaitin' On DeTox 2 Save Tha West\nEven If Tha Shit Is Dope\nIt Aint Givin U Nyggahs Hope\nUnless Ur Signatures Wrote On Tha Check From Interscope... NOPE","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Move On (Remix) (feat. Iffy)\n  artist: Slaughterhouse\n  album: Slaughterhouse EP\n  duration_ms: 490000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1 *Joell Ortiz*\n  No I Dont Respond Wit Answers That Fit A Script\n  So The Repitition Will Make A Nigga Flip\n  We In The Game Of Smokin Mirrors\n  Those Engineering A Bigger Spliff\n  Blowin Circles Out They Mouth Gettin Praise But The Shit Is Shift\n  I Never Lived A Myth If I Said It I Did It\n  Never Alleged Word To Dead I Gripped Da Fif\n  I Made My Housing Tenament A Strip\n  Movin' Medicine In Nicks\n  When I Seen 'Em Comin' I Jetted from Them Pricks\n  And Still To This Day Though She Clean I Wish My Mommy Never Sniffed\n  But The Hurt Is Makin' Me Betta Wit This Gift\n  Im Live Wit This Ink\n  U Could Die In A Blink An\n  Yall Got The Nerve To Ask Me Why Do I Drink An\n  Motherfuckers Sometimes I Cry When Im Think'n\n  Yall Aint There When Them Tears Bein' Dried By The Sink\n  It Was Cold In The Winter\n  My Community Centers Who Gave Me Dinner\n  I Aind Mind My Table Chairs Gave Me Splinters\n  Set Up To Be A Loser But Was Made To Be A Winner\n  If They Paint Hip Hop I Bet My Face Be In The Picture\n  If They Wrote A Rap Bible Bet My Name Be In The Scriptures\n  If Shorty Say Im Her Idol Bet Her Face Be In My Zipper\n  I Came A Long Way From The Staples In My Skrilla\n  Stains On My Pants Hardly Had A Cut\n  The Ladies Aint Wanna Dance So House Parties Would Suck\n  All My Friends On The Wall Im In The Hall Wit A Cup\n  Nah I Aint Complain'n Just Tellin' Yall What It Is\n  So If Yall Goin Thru It Now Just Know That Anotha Kid\n  Made Somethin' Outta Nothin' Well Im Frontin' I Was Never Nothin'\n  Older Ladies Used To Tell My Mother Aint He Somethin'\n  I Look At A Lot Of U Cats An Laugh\n  Cuz Im The Shit Man An Yall Aint Even Passin' Gas\n  When I Spit Im The Definition Of Mastered Craft\n  An All Yall Ask About Is Aftermath\n  Motherfucker MOVE ON...\n\n  2 *Joe Budden*\n  I Gotta Give My Own Interview\n  Since Niggas That Do My Interviews\n  Focus On Wutevas Miniscule\n  An Paint Me As A Cynical\n  But The Canvas Will Limit You\n  You Cant Go Beyond What Theres No Limit To\n  If I Think Hip Hop Is Dead I Think Its Bein' Revived\n  An That Comes From Me Bein' Inside\n  Where The Demons Get By See 'Em Goodbye\n  If Im Vehement Heres Why\n  Come From Hearin' It Seein' Ve-Nom-Ous Lies\n  So The Beast In Me Cries Cuz When Its All U Hear\n  Shit Can Over-Bear Just When The Over In Air\n  So I Try To Think Straight Cuz When U Stare In The Rear\n  Rest In Peace Stewart Shakir Nigga Yea\n  Im On Anotha Label Not That Other Label\n  That Mean Its No Longer My Problem Its Theirs\n  Some Say Its A Conspirc'\n  I Say If Erybodys On The Thrown Thats Just More Motive To Kill The Heir\n  Ask Me Bout Pump It Up An Ima Think U Sheep\n  Oh U Must Not Know Im Deep\n  Im So Off Of Music So Yall Can Soundscan Every Week\n  Me I Just Got My Lil Man Every Week\n  Jersey City Loves Me Despite Yall Beliefs\n  Cuz They Was Baby Steppin' I Showed 'Em How 2 Leep\n  Ask Me About Swagg Ima Change Tha Topic\n  To Lyrics An Than Brag\n  Plus Look At U Like A Fag\n  I Luv Erybody Dont Ask Bout Who I Beef With\n  They Burnt Tha But They Was Standin' Underneath It\n  Im On My Grind Benjamin Huntin'\n  Was Old Since I Was Young Call Me Benjamin Button\n  Stop Using Slang Just 4 U 2 Be Cool\n  Cuz I Go Back 2 When It Was Cool 2 Be U\n  Ima Hero No I Mean Im Hiro From Heroes\n  Yall Chase Zeros\n  Mahfukka I Just Got Finished Hatin' Me Feelin' Like A Zero\n  They Played De Niro Never Been There Though\n  So Before Your Next Thought Understand\n  Know its Much More 2 Me Than A Man\n  Either That Or Move On...\n\n  3 *Royce Da 5'9\"*\n  My Rhymes Reflection Is Scarface An Prem's Soul\n  Before Jordan Was Wearin' Four Five\n  I Just Look Like This I Just Seemed Old\n  But I Had To Bleed The Blood of A Dirty Motherfucker\n  To Suffer Clean Clothes An Touch What A King Holds\n  The Real Estate Market Is Harsh Everything Goes\n  From Folds To Who U Was Doin' Everything For\n  But I Cut 'Em Off An Move On To The New Checks\n  New Friends Chasin' My New Endz Wit New Threats\n  Watchin' My Dreams Fold Like A Stack Of Bills\n  In The Pocket Of Who Aint Tryin' To Push Up Daffodils\n  But We The Super Group U Couldnt Handle This Shit\n  If U Were Standin' Before Us Carryin' The Pooper Scoop\n  U Dealt Wit Shady Shit? I Dealt Wit Shady's Shit\n  But Im The Only One Can Trully Say I Dealt Wit Shady's Shit\n  I Mean That Wit All Respect To Paul An Sheck\n  But Ryan An Marshall Is All U Get\n  My Flows Superb I Luv Pauly Rosenberg\n  What I Say In A Track Those Just Words\n  Baby Boy Forgive Me Im Just Street\n  Cuz I Can Change Into Anything Niggas Want Me To Be\n  Like Mystique I Dont Gotta Dig Deep\n  To Realize Slim Baught Big Proof A Big Jeep\n  Because He Deserved It\n  How Can I Mourn The Same Way Shady Did\n  Over Him When He Knew Him When He Attended Osbourne\n  Marshall Im Sorry I Knew It Went Left\n  I Aint Into Fuckin' My Family Like Incest\n  If U Remember Ice Used To Be My Lifes Interest\n  Tell Hailie My Wife Just Had A Princess\n  Since I Made Up Wit EM Theres Nothin' Else\n  That I Can Move On From So Who Wants Some\n  Like A Jar Of Grey Poupon\n  U Have To Ask Anybody In Any Car\n  Want It Or Move On...\n\n  4 *Crooked I*\n  When Fans Picture My Interviews\n  They Think Im In A Swimmin' Pool\n  Wit Women Who've Been Abused\n  So They Turn Into Strippers\n  Makin They Livin' In The Nude\n  One In The Middle Blowin' My Inner Tube\n  While The Interviewers Gettin Ridiculed\n  Is This Your Vision Cool\n  Let Me Give U A Little Jewel\n  Any Dude Who Wanna Sit N My Tennis Shoes Is Missin Screwz\n  Dont Get It Misconstrued\n  Dont Get Tha Shit Confused\n  Im 2 Seconds From Prison Food Ima Different Dude\n  Pistol In My Reach Man\n  Still In Long Beach Man\n  Hoping If My Grind Dont Help Me Get Out My Speech Can\n  I Been In The Streets Longer Than Yao Mings Wingspan\n  U Can Be MTV I'll Be CSpan\n  I Deal With Politics Bandanas And Hollow Tips\n  Half U Rappers Follow This\n  Role Models Can Swallow Dick\n  Was Stressed Out Over Cashflow\n  HipHop Used 2 Console My Soul\n  Now Its A Bunch Of Assholes\n  Rap About And Dance While Im Targeting Cops\n  Spit Sum Shit 4 Oscar Grant Hit Tha Seargent With Shots\n  Make Him A Ghost Like He Part Of Tha LOX\n  I Wont Stop Recordin' Till Im Makin Songs Harder Than Pac's\n  If It Dont Happen At Least A Nyggah Know He Right There\n  Every Memory Under My Dodger Hats A Nightmare\n  As A Kid I Had 2 Steal Breakfast\n  An Now Tha Best Question U Have 2 Ask Me\n  Is This A Real Necklace\n  Wheres Ya Beat From Dre Ya Feature From Cube\n  These Things Leave People Confused\n  Cuz They Know I Leave Speakers Abused I Eat Tha EQ's\n  I Eat Thru Tha Beat Whats Tha Secret I Think Its Tha Shoes\n  Out In Cali Nyggahs Blaze An Stress\n  Waitin' On DeTox 2 Save Tha West\n  Even If Tha Shit Is Dope\n  It Aint Givin U Nyggahs Hope\n  Unless Ur Signatures Wrote On Tha Check From Interscope... NOPE\n"},{"id":8311159,"name":"Move On (remix)","trackName":"Move On (remix)","artistName":"Slaughterhouse feat. Iffy","albumName":"Slaughterhouse EP","duration":490.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No I don't respond with answers that fit a script\nSo the repetition will make a nigga flip\nWe in the game of smoke and mirrors\nThose engineering a bigger spliff\nBlowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift\nI never lived a myth, if I said it I did it\nNever alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth\nI made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks\nWhen I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks\nAnd still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed\nBut the hurt is making me better with this gift\nI'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and\nY'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and\nMotherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking\nY'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink\nIt was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner\nI ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters\nSet up to be a loser but was made to be a winner\nIf they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture\nIf they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures\nIf shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper\nI came a long way from the staples in my skrilla\nStains on my pants hardly had a cut\nThe ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck\nAll my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple\nNah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is\nSo if y'all going through it now just know that another kid\nMade something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing\nOlder ladies used to tell my mother \"Ain't he something?\"\nI look at a lot of you cats and laugh\nCuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas\nWhen I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft\nAnd all y'all ask about is Aftermath\nMotherfucker move on\n\nI got to give my own interview\nSince niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule\nAnd paint me as a cynical\nBut the canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to\nIf I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived\nAnd that comes from me being inside\nWhere the demons get by, see them goodbye\nIf I'm vehement here's why\nCome from hearing it and seeing venomous lies\nSo the beast in me cried cuz when it's all you hear\nShit can overbear just when the over in air\nSo I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear\nRest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea\nI'm on another label, not that other label\nThat mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs\nSome say it's a conspir'ce\nI say if everybody's on the throne that's just more motive to kill the heir\nAsk me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep\nOh you must not know I'm deep\nI'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week\nMe? I just got my little man every week\nJersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\nCuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\nAsk me about swag\nI'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\nPlus look at you like a fag\nI love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\nThey burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\nI'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\nWas old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\nStop using slang just for you to be cool\nCuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\nI'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\nY'all chase zeros\nMotherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\nThey played De Niro, never been there though\nSo before your next thought, understand\nKnow it's much more to me than a man\nEither that or move on\n\nMy rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\nBefore Jordan was wearing four five\nI just look like this, I just seemed old\nBut I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\nTo suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\nThe real estate market is harsh, everything goes\nFrom folds to who you was doing everything for\nBut I cut them off and move on to the new checks\nNew friends chasing my new ends with new threats\nWatching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\nIn the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\nBut we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\nIf you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\nYou dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\nBut I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\nI mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\nBut Ryan and Marshal is all you get\nMy flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\nWhat I say in a track those just words\nBaby boy forgive me, I'm just street\nCuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\nI don't got to dig deep to realize\nSlim bought Big Proof a big jeep\nBecause he deserved it, how can I mourn\nThe same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\nMarshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\nI ain't into fucking my family like incest\nIf you remember ice used to be my life's interest\nTell Hailey my wife just had a princess\nSince I made up with Em there's nothing else\nThat I can move on from so who wants some\nLike a jar of Grey Poupon\nYou have to ask anybody in any car\nWant it? Or move on\n\nWhen fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\nWith women who've been abused\nSo they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\nOne in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\nIs this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\nAny dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\nDon't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\nI'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\nPistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\nHoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\nI been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\nYou can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\nI deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\nWas stressed out over cash flow\nHip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\nRap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\nSpit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\nMake him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\nI won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\nIf it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\nEvery memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\nAs a kid I had to steal breakfast\nAnd now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n\"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\nThese things leave people confused\nCuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\nI eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\nBack in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\nWaiting on Detox to save the West\nEven if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\nUnless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\nMove on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Move On (remix)\n  artist: Slaughterhouse feat. 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I just got my little man every week\n  Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\n  Cuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\n  Ask me about swag\n  I'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\n  Plus look at you like a fag\n  I love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\n  They burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\n  I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\n  Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\n  Stop using slang just for you to be cool\n  Cuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\n  I'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\n  Y'all chase zeros\n  Motherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\n  They played De Niro, never been there though\n  So before your next thought, understand\n  Know it's much more to me than a man\n  Either that or move on\n\n  My rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\n  Before Jordan was wearing four five\n  I just look like this, I just seemed old\n  But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\n  To suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\n  The real estate market is harsh, everything goes\n  From folds to who you was doing everything for\n  But I cut them off and move on to the new checks\n  New friends chasing my new ends with new threats\n  Watching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\n  In the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\n  But we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\n  If you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\n  You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\n  But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\n  I mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\n  But Ryan and Marshal is all you get\n  My flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\n  What I say in a track those just words\n  Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street\n  Cuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\n  I don't got to dig deep to realize\n  Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep\n  Because he deserved it, how can I mourn\n  The same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\n  Marshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\n  I ain't into fucking my family like incest\n  If you remember ice used to be my life's interest\n  Tell Hailey my wife just had a princess\n  Since I made up with Em there's nothing else\n  That I can move on from so who wants some\n  Like a jar of Grey Poupon\n  You have to ask anybody in any car\n  Want it? Or move on\n\n  When fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\n  With women who've been abused\n  So they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\n  One in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\n  Is this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\n  Any dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\n  Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\n  I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\n  Pistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\n  Hoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\n  I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\n  You can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\n  I deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\n  Was stressed out over cash flow\n  Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\n  Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\n  Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\n  Make him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\n  I won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\n  If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\n  Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\n  As a kid I had to steal breakfast\n  And now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n  \"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\n  These things leave people confused\n  Cuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\n  I eat through the beat, what's the secret? 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I just got my little man every week\nJersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\nCuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\nAsk me about swag\nI'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\nPlus look at you like a fag\nI love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\nThey burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\nI'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\nWas old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\nStop using slang just for you to be cool\nCuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\nI'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\nY'all chase zeros\nMotherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\nThey played De Niro, never been there though\nSo before your next thought, understand\nKnow it's much more to me than a man\nEither that or move on\n\nMy rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\nBefore Jordan was wearing four five\nI just look like this, I just seemed old\nBut I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\nTo suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\nThe real estate market is harsh, everything goes\nFrom folds to who you was doing everything for\nBut I cut them off and move on to the new checks\nNew friends chasing my new ends with new threats\nWatching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\nIn the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\nBut we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\nIf you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\nYou dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\nBut I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\nI mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\nBut Ryan and Marshal is all you get\nMy flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\nWhat I say in a track those just words\nBaby boy forgive me, I'm just street\nCuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\nI don't got to dig deep to realize\nSlim bought Big Proof a big jeep\nBecause he deserved it, how can I mourn\nThe same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\nMarshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\nI ain't into fucking my family like incest\nIf you remember ice used to be my life's interest\nTell Hailey my wife just had a princess\nSince I made up with Em there's nothing else\nThat I can move on from so who wants some\nLike a jar of Grey Poupon\nYou have to ask anybody in any car\nWant it? Or move on\n\nWhen fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\nWith women who've been abused\nSo they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\nOne in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\nIs this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\nAny dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\nDon't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\nI'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\nPistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\nHoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\nI been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\nYou can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\nI deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\nWas stressed out over cash flow\nHip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\nRap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\nSpit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\nMake him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\nI won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\nIf it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\nEvery memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\nAs a kid I had to steal breakfast\nAnd now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n\"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\nThese things leave people confused\nCuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\nI eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\nBack in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\nWaiting on Detox to save the West\nEven if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\nUnless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\nMove on","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.51] No I don't respond with answers that fit a script\n[00:13.73] So the repetition will make a nigga flip\n[00:16.06] We in the game of smoke and mirrors\n[00:17.85] Those engineering a bigger spliff\n[00:19.55] Blowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift\n[00:22.50] I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it\n[00:25.36] Never alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth\n[00:27.70] I made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks\n[00:30.69] When I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks\n[00:33.26] And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed\n[00:36.58] But the hurt is making me better with this gift\n[00:38.97] I'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and\n[00:41.82] Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and\n[00:44.82] Motherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking\n[00:47.57] Y'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink\n[00:50.76] It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner\n[00:54.34] I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters\n[00:57.06] Set up to be a loser but was made to be a winner\n[00:59.21] If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture\n[01:02.16] If they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures\n[01:04.98] If shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper\n[01:07.96] I came a long way from the staples in my skrilla\n[01:10.55] Stains on my pants hardly had a cut\n[01:13.63] The ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck\n[01:16.14] All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple\n[01:19.40] Nah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is\n[01:21.88] So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid\n[01:24.54] Made something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing\n[01:27.79] Older ladies used to tell my mother \"Ain't he something?\"\n[01:31.03] I look at a lot of you cats and laugh\n[01:33.28] Cuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas\n[01:36.11] When I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft\n[01:38.96] And all y'all ask about is Aftermath\n[01:40.85] Motherfucker move on\n[02:03.96] I got to give my own interview\n[02:05.62] Since niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule\n[02:09.15] And paint me as a cynical\n[02:11.13] But the canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to\n[02:16.02] If I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived\n[02:18.95] And that comes from me being inside\n[02:21.20] Where the demons get by, see them goodbye\n[02:23.40] If I'm vehement here's why\n[02:24.51] Come from hearing it and seeing venomous lies\n[02:26.82] So the beast in me cried cuz when it's all you hear\n[02:29.53] Shit can overbear just when the over in air\n[02:32.39] So I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear\n[02:35.58] Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea\n[02:38.67] I'm on another label, not that other label\n[02:41.25] That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs\n[02:43.90] Some say it's a conspir'ce\n[02:45.53] I say if everybody's on the throne that's just more motive to kill the heir\n[02:49.54] Ask me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep\n[02:52.26] Oh you must not know I'm deep\n[02:54.39] I'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week\n[02:58.28] Me? I just got my little man every week\n[03:00.40] Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\n[03:03.29] Cuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\n[03:06.36] Ask me about swag\n[03:07.94] I'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\n[03:10.39] Plus look at you like a fag\n[03:12.29] I love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\n[03:15.03] They burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\n[03:17.60] I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\n[03:20.56] Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\n[03:23.49] Stop using slang just for you to be cool\n[03:26.07] Cuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\n[03:28.49] I'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\n[03:32.14] Y'all chase zeros\n[03:33.70] Motherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\n[03:37.51] They played De Niro, never been there though\n[03:40.89] So before your next thought, understand\n[03:43.41] Know it's much more to me than a man\n[03:45.02] Either that or move on\n[04:08.40] My rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\n[04:10.33] Before Jordan was wearing four five\n[04:12.15] I just look like this, I just seemed old\n[04:14.70] But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\n[04:17.42] To suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\n[04:20.23] The real estate market is harsh, everything goes\n[04:23.15] From folds to who you was doing everything for\n[04:26.02] But I cut them off and move on to the new checks\n[04:28.66] New friends chasing my new ends with new threats\n[04:31.60] Watching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\n[04:34.09] In the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\n[04:37.15] But we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\n[04:40.18] If you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\n[04:43.09] You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\n[04:45.35] But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\n[04:48.64] I mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\n[04:51.34] But Ryan and Marshal is all you get\n[04:53.74] My flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\n[04:56.44] What I say in a track those just words\n[04:58.78] Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street\n[05:01.34] Cuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\n[05:05.41] I don't got to dig deep to realize\n[05:07.67] Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep\n[05:10.12] Because he deserved it, how can I mourn\n[05:12.52] The same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\n[05:16.84] Marshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\n[05:19.46] I ain't into fucking my family like incest\n[05:22.47] If you remember ice used to be my life's interest\n[05:25.39] Tell Hailey my wife just had a princess\n[05:28.38] Since I made up with Em there's nothing else\n[05:30.82] That I can move on from so who wants some\n[05:33.92] Like a jar of Grey Poupon\n[05:35.98] You have to ask anybody in any car\n[05:38.08] Want it? 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Let me give you a little jewel\n[06:15.82] Any dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\n[06:18.85] Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\n[06:21.75] I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\n[06:24.28] Pistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\n[06:27.07] Hoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\n[06:30.06] I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\n[06:32.97] You can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\n[06:35.56] I deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\n[06:40.92] Was stressed out over cash flow\n[06:43.61] Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\n[06:46.75] Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\n[06:49.34] Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\n[06:52.08] Make him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\n[06:54.25] I won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\n[06:57.89] If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\n[07:00.82] Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\n[07:04.28] As a kid I had to steal breakfast\n[07:06.13] And now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n[07:10.08] \"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\n[07:12.55] These things leave people confused\n[07:14.93] Cuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\n[07:17.77] I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\n[07:20.87] Back in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\n[07:23.05] Waiting on Detox to save the West\n[07:26.36] Even if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\n[07:28.86] Unless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\n[07:31.95] Move on\n[07:33.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Move On Feat. 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I just got my little man every week\n  start_ms: 178280\n  end_ms: 180400\n- text: Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\n  start_ms: 180400\n  end_ms: 183290\n- text: Cuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\n  start_ms: 183290\n  end_ms: 186360\n- text: Ask me about swag\n  start_ms: 186360\n  end_ms: 187940\n- text: I'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\n  start_ms: 187940\n  end_ms: 190390\n- text: Plus look at you like a fag\n  start_ms: 190390\n  end_ms: 192290\n- text: I love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\n  start_ms: 192290\n  end_ms: 195030\n- text: They burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\n  start_ms: 195030\n  end_ms: 197600\n- text: I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\n  start_ms: 197600\n  end_ms: 200560\n- text: Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\n  start_ms: 200560\n  end_ms: 203490\n- text: Stop using slang just for you to be cool\n  start_ms: 203490\n  end_ms: 206070\n- text: Cuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\n  start_ms: 206070\n  end_ms: 208490\n- text: I'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\n  start_ms: 208490\n  end_ms: 212140\n- text: Y'all chase zeros\n  start_ms: 212140\n  end_ms: 213700\n- text: Motherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\n  start_ms: 213700\n  end_ms: 217510\n- text: They played De Niro, never been there though\n  start_ms: 217510\n  end_ms: 220890\n- text: So before your next thought, understand\n  start_ms: 220890\n  end_ms: 223410\n- text: Know it's much more to me than a man\n  start_ms: 223410\n  end_ms: 225020\n- text: Either that or move on\n  start_ms: 225020\n  end_ms: 248400\n- text: My rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\n  start_ms: 248400\n  end_ms: 250330\n- text: Before Jordan was wearing four five\n  start_ms: 250330\n  end_ms: 252150\n- text: I just look like this, I just seemed old\n  start_ms: 252150\n  end_ms: 254700\n- text: But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\n  start_ms: 254700\n  end_ms: 257420\n- text: To suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\n  start_ms: 257420\n  end_ms: 260230\n- text: The real estate market is harsh, everything goes\n  start_ms: 260230\n  end_ms: 263150\n- text: From folds to who you was doing everything for\n  start_ms: 263150\n  end_ms: 266020\n- text: But I cut them off and move on to the new checks\n  start_ms: 266020\n  end_ms: 268660\n- text: New friends chasing my new ends with new threats\n  start_ms: 268660\n  end_ms: 271600\n- text: Watching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\n  start_ms: 271600\n  end_ms: 274090\n- text: In the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\n  start_ms: 274090\n  end_ms: 277150\n- text: But we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\n  start_ms: 277150\n  end_ms: 280180\n- text: If you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\n  start_ms: 280180\n  end_ms: 283090\n- text: You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\n  start_ms: 283090\n  end_ms: 285350\n- text: But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\n  start_ms: 285350\n  end_ms: 288640\n- text: I mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\n  start_ms: 288640\n  end_ms: 291340\n- text: But Ryan and Marshal is all you get\n  start_ms: 291340\n  end_ms: 293740\n- text: My flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\n  start_ms: 293740\n  end_ms: 296440\n- text: What I say in a track those just words\n  start_ms: 296440\n  end_ms: 298780\n- text: Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street\n  start_ms: 298780\n  end_ms: 301340\n- text: Cuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\n  start_ms: 301340\n  end_ms: 305410\n- text: I don't got to dig deep to realize\n  start_ms: 305410\n  end_ms: 307670\n- text: Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep\n  start_ms: 307670\n  end_ms: 310120\n- text: Because he deserved it, how can I mourn\n  start_ms: 310120\n  end_ms: 312520\n- text: The same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\n  start_ms: 312520\n  end_ms: 316840\n- text: Marshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\n  start_ms: 316840\n  end_ms: 319460\n- text: I ain't into fucking my family like incest\n  start_ms: 319460\n  end_ms: 322470\n- text: If you remember ice used to be my life's interest\n  start_ms: 322470\n  end_ms: 325390\n- text: Tell Hailey my wife just had a princess\n  start_ms: 325390\n  end_ms: 328380\n- text: Since I made up with Em there's nothing else\n  start_ms: 328380\n  end_ms: 330820\n- text: That I can move on from so who wants some\n  start_ms: 330820\n  end_ms: 333920\n- text: Like a jar of Grey Poupon\n  start_ms: 333920\n  end_ms: 335980\n- text: You have to ask anybody in any car\n  start_ms: 335980\n  end_ms: 338080\n- text: Want it? Or move on\n  start_ms: 338080\n  end_ms: 361200\n- text: When fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\n  start_ms: 361200\n  end_ms: 364300\n- text: With women who've been abused\n  start_ms: 364300\n  end_ms: 365760\n- text: So they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\n  start_ms: 365760\n  end_ms: 368330\n- text: One in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\n  start_ms: 368330\n  end_ms: 372960\n- text: Is this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\n  start_ms: 372960\n  end_ms: 375820\n- text: Any dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\n  start_ms: 375820\n  end_ms: 378850\n- text: Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\n  start_ms: 378850\n  end_ms: 381750\n- text: I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\n  start_ms: 381750\n  end_ms: 384280\n- text: Pistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\n  start_ms: 384280\n  end_ms: 387070\n- text: Hoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\n  start_ms: 387070\n  end_ms: 390060\n- text: I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\n  start_ms: 390060\n  end_ms: 392970\n- text: You can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\n  start_ms: 392970\n  end_ms: 395560\n- text: I deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\n  start_ms: 395560\n  end_ms: 400920\n- text: Was stressed out over cash flow\n  start_ms: 400920\n  end_ms: 403610\n- text: Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\n  start_ms: 403610\n  end_ms: 406750\n- text: Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\n  start_ms: 406750\n  end_ms: 409340\n- text: Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\n  start_ms: 409340\n  end_ms: 412080\n- text: Make him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\n  start_ms: 412080\n  end_ms: 414250\n- text: I won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\n  start_ms: 414250\n  end_ms: 417890\n- text: If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\n  start_ms: 417890\n  end_ms: 420820\n- text: Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\n  start_ms: 420820\n  end_ms: 424280\n- text: As a kid I had to steal breakfast\n  start_ms: 424280\n  end_ms: 426130\n- text: And now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n  start_ms: 426130\n  end_ms: 430080\n- text: '\"Where''s your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"'\n  start_ms: 430080\n  end_ms: 432550\n- text: These things leave people confused\n  start_ms: 432550\n  end_ms: 434930\n- text: Cuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\n  start_ms: 434930\n  end_ms: 437770\n- text: I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\n  start_ms: 437770\n  end_ms: 440870\n- text: Back in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\n  start_ms: 440870\n  end_ms: 443050\n- text: Waiting on Detox to save the West\n  start_ms: 443050\n  end_ms: 446360\n- text: Even if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\n  start_ms: 446360\n  end_ms: 448860\n- text: Unless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\n  start_ms: 448860\n  end_ms: 451950\n- text: Move on\n  start_ms: 451950\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 453560\nplain: |-\n  No I don't respond with answers that fit a script\n  So the repetition will make a nigga flip\n  We in the game of smoke and mirrors\n  Those engineering a bigger spliff\n  Blowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift\n  I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it\n  Never alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth\n  I made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine in nicks\n  When I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks\n  And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniffed\n  But the hurt is making me better with this gift\n  I'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and\n  Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and\n  Motherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking\n  Y'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink\n  It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner\n  I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters\n  Set up to be a loser but was made to be a winner\n  If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture\n  If they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures\n  If shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper\n  I came a long way from the staples in my skrilla\n  Stains on my pants hardly had a cut\n  The ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck\n  All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple\n  Nah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is\n  So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid\n  Made something out of nothing - well I'm fronting, I was never nothing\n  Older ladies used to tell my mother \"Ain't he something?\"\n  I look at a lot of you cats and laugh\n  Cuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas\n  When I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft\n  And all y'all ask about is Aftermath\n  Motherfucker move on\n\n  I got to give my own interview\n  Since niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule\n  And paint me as a cynical\n  But the canvas will limit you, you can't go beyond what there's no limit to\n  If I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived\n  And that comes from me being inside\n  Where the demons get by, see them goodbye\n  If I'm vehement here's why\n  Come from hearing it and seeing venomous lies\n  So the beast in me cried cuz when it's all you hear\n  Shit can overbear just when the over in air\n  So I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear\n  Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea\n  I'm on another label, not that other label\n  That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs\n  Some say it's a conspir'ce\n  I say if everybody's on the throne that's just more motive to kill the heir\n  Ask me about 'Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep\n  Oh you must not know I'm deep\n  I'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week\n  Me? I just got my little man every week\n  Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs\n  Cuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap\n  Ask me about swag\n  I'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag\n  Plus look at you like a fag\n  I love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with\n  They burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it\n  I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting\n  Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button\n  Stop using slang just for you to be cool\n  Cuz I go back to when it was cool to be you\n  I'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes\n  Y'all chase zeros\n  Motherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero\n  They played De Niro, never been there though\n  So before your next thought, understand\n  Know it's much more to me than a man\n  Either that or move on\n\n  My rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul\n  Before Jordan was wearing four five\n  I just look like this, I just seemed old\n  But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker\n  To suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds\n  The real estate market is harsh, everything goes\n  From folds to who you was doing everything for\n  But I cut them off and move on to the new checks\n  New friends chasing my new ends with new threats\n  Watching my dreams fold like a stack of bills\n  In the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils\n  But we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit\n  If you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop\n  You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit\n  But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit\n  I mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect\n  But Ryan and Marshal is all you get\n  My flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg\n  What I say in a track those just words\n  Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street\n  Cuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique\n  I don't got to dig deep to realize\n  Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep\n  Because he deserved it, how can I mourn\n  The same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osborne?\n  Marshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left\n  I ain't into fucking my family like incest\n  If you remember ice used to be my life's interest\n  Tell Hailey my wife just had a princess\n  Since I made up with Em there's nothing else\n  That I can move on from so who wants some\n  Like a jar of Grey Poupon\n  You have to ask anybody in any car\n  Want it? Or move on\n\n  When fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool\n  With women who've been abused\n  So they turn into strippers making they living in the nude\n  One in the middle blowing my inner tube while the interviewers getting ridiculed\n  Is this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel\n  Any dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws\n  Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused\n  I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude\n  Pistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man\n  Hoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can\n  I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan\n  You can be MTV, I'll be C-Span\n  I deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tipsHalf you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick\n  Was stressed out over cash flow\n  Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes\n  Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops\n  Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots\n  Make him a +ghost+ like he part of The Lox\n  I won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's\n  If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there\n  Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare\n  As a kid I had to steal breakfast\n  And now the best question you have to ask me, \"Is this a real necklace?\"\n  \"Where's your beat from Dre?\" \"Your feature from Cube?\"\n  These things leave people confused\n  Cuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs\n  I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes\n  Back in Cali, niggas blaze and stress\n  Waiting on Detox to save the West\n  Even if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope\n  Unless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope\n  Move on\n"}]