[{"id":10193986,"name":"Violations","trackName":"Violations","artistName":"Talib Kweli","albumName":"Gravitas","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heed the battle call, check the catalog\nFlow so crazy it's adderall with the padded walls\nMore twisted turns in the body that's on the baddest broad\nThese cattle call 'rappers' is weak, my honor matter more\nYour whole style stiffer than mannequins you see at a store\nYou mannequins are Chante & Kenny, I mean the Latter more\nNo ping pong and we volleying with the back and forth\nStraight King Kong and the trap we blasting off, son\n\nYou want Nigerian money, see me in Qatar drunk\nWaving the K, I can't fake the funk\nBlessed with the belts, flying in the stealth\nJewelry on the neck, diamonds in the Cheals\nYou know I wrestle with pawns, getting my money, we gone\nThe automatic laying player, we Dons\nYou can't see us, the new phenoms, I like the Benz zeons\nSplit your wig like I got three arms\nI need a fiancé, at least a Beyoncé\nI know my vision beyond some other shit\nI'm just as meaty as moms\nI'm supposed to be on, the greenery gone\nI'm still the king of the drama\nPut the Ruger down your throat, eat my Johnson nigga\nADVERTISEMENT\n\nWay they all in their feelings, what's wrong with niggas\nForgetting silence is still a response\nThe way the blood paint the wall you can tell he really an artist\nI get it like Whitey Bulger 'til rapture, dearly departed\n\n[Hook: Raekwon & Talib Kweli] x2\nWe gon' Lex in, my nigga\nThese are blessings, my nigga\nKeep stressing, my nigga\nDon't stress, little nigga\nEat a clip, little nigga\nNiggas trip, little nigga\nViolations we gon' flip, little nigga\n\nIt's the champion flow, the Jordan, LeBron and Kobe\nThe Obi Wan Kenobi, of getting that guap-a-mole\nWe touring overseas, got her fanning out like a Dakota\nI'm trying to get the check, I'm Martina Navratilova\nCatch me at the races, gateway at Saratoga\nThey trying to place my face cause we mobbing, we taking over\nMy niggas keep it pure while you cut with the baking soda\nThese rappers be stretching the truth like they taking yoga\nCouch potatoes, now they made us into a vegetable culture\nA result of division like it's a decimal quotient\nDo the math, my nigga, do the math\nYou'd never settle for less than the whole if you knew the half\n\nRough as alligator skin getting crazy grip\nI'm so amazing with words I make a baby spit\nResting in Tibet, wild with the Gillette\nGiraffe long goose on, my boots is [?]\nPocket full of coins, producers on set\nNiggas with the coupes is on next\nThe losers gon' step, the users gon' check\nWe choosing our ninjas, the Jews is on deck\nRefuse, that's a debt, pool with the steps\nEverybody see us, the tools is all TECs\nAnything come through we school, wan' bet?\nFuck you gon' tell us? He knew we on next\n\nThey wanna act like they know me, you don't know me nigga\nYou got the baby boy hustle, you a Jody nigga\nYou wanna swim with the sharks, I'm Chief Brody killin'\nGet your jaw tapped this is raw rap, come on, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Violations\n  artist: Talib Kweli\n  album: Gravitas\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Heed the battle call, check the catalog\n  Flow so crazy it's adderall with the padded walls\n  More twisted turns in the body that's on the baddest broad\n  These cattle call 'rappers' is weak, my honor matter more\n  Your whole style stiffer than mannequins you see at a store\n  You mannequins are Chante & Kenny, I mean the Latter more\n  No ping pong and we volleying with the back and forth\n  Straight King Kong and the trap we blasting off, son\n\n  You want Nigerian money, see me in Qatar drunk\n  Waving the K, I can't fake the funk\n  Blessed with the belts, flying in the stealth\n  Jewelry on the neck, diamonds in the Cheals\n  You know I wrestle with pawns, getting my money, we gone\n  The automatic laying player, we Dons\n  You can't see us, the new phenoms, I like the Benz zeons\n  Split your wig like I got three arms\n  I need a fiancé, at least a Beyoncé\n  I know my vision beyond some other shit\n  I'm just as meaty as moms\n  I'm supposed to be on, the greenery gone\n  I'm still the king of the drama\n  Put the Ruger down your throat, eat my Johnson nigga\n  ADVERTISEMENT\n\n  Way they all in their feelings, what's wrong with niggas\n  Forgetting silence is still a response\n  The way the blood paint the wall you can tell he really an artist\n  I get it like Whitey Bulger 'til rapture, dearly departed\n\n  [Hook: Raekwon & Talib Kweli] x2\n  We gon' Lex in, my nigga\n  These are blessings, my nigga\n  Keep stressing, my nigga\n  Don't stress, little nigga\n  Eat a clip, little nigga\n  Niggas trip, little nigga\n  Violations we gon' flip, little nigga\n\n  It's the champion flow, the Jordan, LeBron and Kobe\n  The Obi Wan Kenobi, of getting that guap-a-mole\n  We touring overseas, got her fanning out like a Dakota\n  I'm trying to get the check, I'm Martina Navratilova\n  Catch me at the races, gateway at Saratoga\n  They trying to place my face cause we mobbing, we taking over\n  My niggas keep it pure while you cut with the baking soda\n  These rappers be stretching the truth like they taking yoga\n  Couch potatoes, now they made us into a vegetable culture\n  A result of division like it's a decimal quotient\n  Do the math, my nigga, do the math\n  You'd never settle for less than the whole if you knew the half\n\n  Rough as alligator skin getting crazy grip\n  I'm so amazing with words I make a baby spit\n  Resting in Tibet, wild with the Gillette\n  Giraffe long goose on, my boots is [?]\n  Pocket full of coins, producers on set\n  Niggas with the coupes is on next\n  The losers gon' step, the users gon' check\n  We choosing our ninjas, the Jews is on deck\n  Refuse, that's a debt, pool with the steps\n  Everybody see us, the tools is all TECs\n  Anything come through we school, wan' bet?\n  Fuck you gon' tell us? He knew we on next\n\n  They wanna act like they know me, you don't know me nigga\n  You got the baby boy hustle, you a Jody nigga\n  You wanna swim with the sharks, I'm Chief Brody killin'\n  Get your jaw tapped this is raw rap, come on, yeah\n"},{"id":28667169,"name":"violations","trackName":"violations","artistName":"Talib Kweli","albumName":"Gravity","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heed the battle call, check the catalog\nFlow so crazy it's adderall with the padded walls\nMore twisted turns in the body that's on the baddest broad\nThese cattle call 'rappers' is weak, my honor matter more\nYour whole style stiffer than mannequins you see at a store\nYou mannequins are Chante & Kenny, I mean the Latter more\nNo ping pong and we volleying with the back and forth\nStraight King Kong and the trap we blasting off, son\n\nYou want Nigerian money, see me in Qatar drunk\nWaving the K, I can't fake the funk\nBlessed with the belts, flying in the stealth\nJewelry on the neck, diamonds in the Cheals\nYou know I wrestle with pawns, getting my money, we gone\nThe automatic laying player, we Dons\nYou can't see us, the new phenoms, I like the Benz zeons\nSplit your wig like I got three arms\nI need a fiancé, at least a Beyoncé\nI know my vision beyond some other shit\nI'm just as meaty as moms\nI'm supposed to be on, the greenery gone\nI'm still the king of the drama\nPut the Ruger down your throat, eat my Johnson nigga\nADVERTISEMENT\n\nWay they all in their feelings, what's wrong with niggas\nForgetting silence is still a response\nThe way the blood paint the wall you can tell he really an artist\nI get it like Whitey Bulger 'til rapture, dearly departed\n\n[Hook: Raekwon & Talib Kweli] x2\nWe gon' Lex in, my nigga\nThese are blessings, my nigga\nKeep stressing, my nigga\nDon't stress, little nigga\nEat a clip, little nigga\nNiggas trip, little nigga\nViolations we gon' flip, little nigga\n\nIt's the champion flow, the Jordan, LeBron and Kobe\nThe Obi Wan Kenobi, of getting that guap-a-mole\nWe touring overseas, got her fanning out like a Dakota\nI'm trying to get the check, I'm Martina Navratilova\nCatch me at the races, gateway at Saratoga\nThey trying to place my face cause we mobbing, we taking over\nMy niggas keep it pure while you cut with the baking soda\nThese rappers be stretching the truth like they taking yoga\nCouch potatoes, now they made us into a vegetable culture\nA result of division like it's a decimal quotient\nDo the math, my nigga, do the math\nYou'd never settle for less than the whole if you knew the half\n\nRough as alligator skin getting crazy grip\nI'm so amazing with words I make a baby spit\nResting in Tibet, wild with the Gillette\nGiraffe long goose on, my boots is [?]\nPocket full of coins, producers on set\nNiggas with the coupes is on next\nThe losers gon' step, the users gon' check\nWe choosing our ninjas, the Jews is on deck\nRefuse, that's a debt, pool with the steps\nEverybody see us, the tools is all TECs\nAnything come through we school, wan' bet?\nFuck you gon' tell us? He knew we on next\n\nThey wanna act like they know me, you don't know me nigga\nYou got the baby boy hustle, you a Jody nigga\nYou wanna swim with the sharks, I'm Chief Brody killin'\nGet your jaw tapped this is raw rap, come on, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: violations\n  artist: Talib Kweli\n  album: Gravity\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Heed the battle call, check the catalog\n  Flow so crazy it's adderall with the padded walls\n  More twisted turns in the body that's on the baddest broad\n  These cattle call 'rappers' is weak, my honor matter more\n  Your whole style stiffer than mannequins you see at a store\n  You mannequins are Chante & Kenny, I mean the Latter more\n  No ping pong and we volleying with the back and forth\n  Straight King Kong and the trap we blasting off, son\n\n  You want Nigerian money, see me in Qatar drunk\n  Waving the K, I can't fake the funk\n  Blessed with the belts, flying in the stealth\n  Jewelry on the neck, diamonds in the Cheals\n  You know I wrestle with pawns, getting my money, we gone\n  The automatic laying player, we Dons\n  You can't see us, the new phenoms, I like the Benz zeons\n  Split your wig like I got three arms\n  I need a fiancé, at least a Beyoncé\n  I know my vision beyond some other shit\n  I'm just as meaty as moms\n  I'm supposed to be on, the greenery gone\n  I'm still the king of the drama\n  Put the Ruger down your throat, eat my Johnson nigga\n  ADVERTISEMENT\n\n  Way they all in their feelings, what's wrong with niggas\n  Forgetting silence is still a response\n  The way the blood paint the wall you can tell he really an artist\n  I get it like Whitey Bulger 'til rapture, dearly departed\n\n  [Hook: Raekwon & Talib Kweli] x2\n  We gon' Lex in, my nigga\n  These are blessings, my nigga\n  Keep stressing, my nigga\n  Don't stress, little nigga\n  Eat a clip, little nigga\n  Niggas trip, little nigga\n  Violations we gon' flip, little nigga\n\n  It's the champion flow, the Jordan, LeBron and Kobe\n  The Obi Wan Kenobi, of getting that guap-a-mole\n  We touring overseas, got her fanning out like a Dakota\n  I'm trying to get the check, I'm Martina Navratilova\n  Catch me at the races, gateway at Saratoga\n  They trying to place my face cause we mobbing, we taking over\n  My niggas keep it pure while you cut with the baking soda\n  These rappers be stretching the truth like they taking yoga\n  Couch potatoes, now they made us into a vegetable culture\n  A result of division like it's a decimal quotient\n  Do the math, my nigga, do the math\n  You'd never settle for less than the whole if you knew the half\n\n  Rough as alligator skin getting crazy grip\n  I'm so amazing with words I make a baby spit\n  Resting in Tibet, wild with the Gillette\n  Giraffe long goose on, my boots is [?]\n  Pocket full of coins, producers on set\n  Niggas with the coupes is on next\n  The losers gon' step, the users gon' check\n  We choosing our ninjas, the Jews is on deck\n  Refuse, that's a debt, pool with the steps\n  Everybody see us, the tools is all TECs\n  Anything come through we school, wan' bet?\n  Fuck you gon' tell us? He knew we on next\n\n  They wanna act like they know me, you don't know me nigga\n  You got the baby boy hustle, you a Jody nigga\n  You wanna swim with the sharks, I'm Chief Brody killin'\n  Get your jaw tapped this is raw rap, come on, yeah\n"},{"id":17713518,"name":"Violations (ft. Raekwon)","trackName":"Violations (ft. 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He knew we on next\n\nThey wanna act like they know me, you don't know me nigga\nYou got the baby boy hustle, you a Jody nigga\nYou wanna swim with the sharks, I'm Chief Brody killin'\nGet your jaw tapped this is raw rap, come on, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Violations (ft. 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He knew we on next\n\n  They wanna act like they know me, you don't know me nigga\n  You got the baby boy hustle, you a Jody nigga\n  You wanna swim with the sharks, I'm Chief Brody killin'\n  Get your jaw tapped this is raw rap, come on, yeah\n"},{"id":9637010,"name":"Violations (feat. Raekwon)","trackName":"Violations (feat. 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He knew we on next\n\nThey wanna act like they know me, you don't know me nigga\nYou got the baby boy hustle, you a Jody nigga\nYou wanna swim with the sharks, I'm Chief Brody killin'\nGet your jaw tapped this is raw rap, come on, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Violations (feat. Raekwon)\n  artist: Talib Kweli\n  album: Gravitas\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Heed the battle call, check the catalog\n  Flow so crazy it's adderall with the padded walls\n  More twisted turns in the body that's on the baddest broad\n  These cattle call 'rappers' is weak, my honor matter more\n  Your whole style stiffer than mannequins you see at a store\n  You mannequins are Chante & Kenny, I mean the Latter more\n  No ping pong and we volleying with the back and forth\n  Straight King Kong and the trap we blasting off, son\n\n  You want Nigerian money, see me in Qatar drunk\n  Waving the K, I can't fake the funk\n  Blessed with the belts, flying in the stealth\n  Jewelry on the neck, diamonds in the Cheals\n  You know I wrestle with pawns, getting my money, we gone\n  The automatic laying player, we Dons\n  You can't see us, the new phenoms, I like the Benz zeons\n  Split your wig like I got three arms\n  I need a fiancé, at least a Beyoncé\n  I know my vision beyond some other shit\n  I'm just as meaty as moms\n  I'm supposed to be on, the greenery gone\n  I'm still the king of the drama\n  Put the Ruger down your throat, eat my Johnson nigga\n  ADVERTISEMENT\n\n  Way they all in their feelings, what's wrong with niggas\n  Forgetting silence is still a response\n  The way the blood paint the wall you can tell he really an artist\n  I get it like Whitey Bulger 'til rapture, dearly departed\n\n  [Hook: Raekwon & Talib Kweli] x2\n  We gon' Lex in, my nigga\n  These are blessings, my nigga\n  Keep stressing, my nigga\n  Don't stress, little nigga\n  Eat a clip, little nigga\n  Niggas trip, little nigga\n  Violations we gon' flip, little nigga\n\n  It's the champion flow, the Jordan, LeBron and Kobe\n  The Obi Wan Kenobi, of getting that guap-a-mole\n  We touring overseas, got her fanning out like a Dakota\n  I'm trying to get the check, I'm Martina Navratilova\n  Catch me at the races, gateway at Saratoga\n  They trying to place my face cause we mobbing, we taking over\n  My niggas keep it pure while you cut with the baking soda\n  These rappers be stretching the truth like they taking yoga\n  Couch potatoes, now they made us into a vegetable culture\n  A result of division like it's a decimal quotient\n  Do the math, my nigga, do the math\n  You'd never settle for less than the whole if you knew the half\n\n  Rough as alligator skin getting crazy grip\n  I'm so amazing with words I make a baby spit\n  Resting in Tibet, wild with the Gillette\n  Giraffe long goose on, my boots is [?]\n  Pocket full of coins, producers on set\n  Niggas with the coupes is on next\n  The losers gon' step, the users gon' check\n  We choosing our ninjas, the Jews is on deck\n  Refuse, that's a debt, pool with the steps\n  Everybody see us, the tools is all TECs\n  Anything come through we school, wan' bet?\n  Fuck you gon' tell us? He knew we on next\n\n  They wanna act like they know me, you don't know me nigga\n  You got the baby boy hustle, you a Jody nigga\n  You wanna swim with the sharks, I'm Chief Brody killin'\n  Get your jaw tapped this is raw rap, come on, yeah\n"},{"id":6512005,"name":"Violations","trackName":"Violations","artistName":"Talib Kweli feat. Raekwon","albumName":"Gravitas","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Heed the battle call, check the catalog\nFlow so crazy it's adderall with the padded walls\nMore twisted turns in the body that's on the baddest broad\nThese cattle call 'rappers' is weak, my honor matter more\nYour whole style stiffer than mannequins you see at a store\nYou mannequins are Chante & Kenny, I mean the Latter more\nNo ping pong and we volleying with the back and forth\nStraight King Kong and the trap we blasting off, son\n\nYou want Nigerian money, see me in Qatar drunk\nWaving the K, I can't fake the funk\nBlessed with the belts, flying in the stealth\nJewelry on the neck, diamonds in the Cheals\nYou know I wrestle with pawns, getting my money, we gone\nThe automatic laying player, we Dons\nYou can't see us, the new phenoms, I like the Benz zeons\nSplit your wig like I got three arms\nI need a fiancé, at least a Beyoncé\nI know my vision beyond some other shit\nI'm just as meaty as moms\nI'm supposed to be on, the greenery gone\nI'm still the king of the drama\nPut the Ruger down your throat, eat my Johnson nigga\nADVERTISEMENT\n\nWay they all in their feelings, what's wrong with niggas\nForgetting silence is still a response\nThe way the blood paint the wall you can tell he really an artist\nI get it like Whitey Bulger 'til rapture, dearly departed\n\n[Hook: Raekwon & Talib Kweli] x2\nWe gon' Lex in, my nigga\nThese are blessings, my nigga\nKeep stressing, my nigga\nDon't stress, little nigga\nEat a clip, little nigga\nNiggas trip, little nigga\nViolations we gon' flip, little nigga\n\nIt's the champion flow, the Jordan, LeBron and Kobe\nThe Obi Wan Kenobi, of getting that guap-a-mole\nWe touring overseas, got her fanning out like a Dakota\nI'm trying to get the check, I'm Martina Navratilova\nCatch me at the races, gateway at Saratoga\nThey trying to place my face cause we mobbing, we taking over\nMy niggas keep it pure while you cut with the baking soda\nThese rappers be stretching the truth like they taking yoga\nCouch potatoes, now they made us into a vegetable culture\nA result of division like it's a decimal quotient\nDo the math, my nigga, do the math\nYou'd never settle for less than the whole if you knew the half\n\nRough as alligator skin getting crazy grip\nI'm so amazing with words I make a baby spit\nResting in Tibet, wild with the Gillette\nGiraffe long goose on, my boots is [?]\nPocket full of coins, producers on set\nNiggas with the coupes is on next\nThe losers gon' step, the users gon' check\nWe choosing our ninjas, the Jews is on deck\nRefuse, that's a debt, pool with the steps\nEverybody see us, the tools is all TECs\nAnything come through we school, wan' bet?\nFuck you gon' tell us? He knew we on next\n\nThey wanna act like they know me, you don't know me nigga\nYou got the baby boy hustle, you a Jody nigga\nYou wanna swim with the sharks, I'm Chief Brody killin'\nGet your jaw tapped this is raw rap, come on, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Violations\n  artist: Talib Kweli feat. Raekwon\n  album: Gravitas\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Heed the battle call, check the catalog\n  Flow so crazy it's adderall with the padded walls\n  More twisted turns in the body that's on the baddest broad\n  These cattle call 'rappers' is weak, my honor matter more\n  Your whole style stiffer than mannequins you see at a store\n  You mannequins are Chante & Kenny, I mean the Latter more\n  No ping pong and we volleying with the back and forth\n  Straight King Kong and the trap we blasting off, son\n\n  You want Nigerian money, see me in Qatar drunk\n  Waving the K, I can't fake the funk\n  Blessed with the belts, flying in the stealth\n  Jewelry on the neck, diamonds in the Cheals\n  You know I wrestle with pawns, getting my money, we gone\n  The automatic laying player, we Dons\n  You can't see us, the new phenoms, I like the Benz zeons\n  Split your wig like I got three arms\n  I need a fiancé, at least a Beyoncé\n  I know my vision beyond some other shit\n  I'm just as meaty as moms\n  I'm supposed to be on, the greenery gone\n  I'm still the king of the drama\n  Put the Ruger down your throat, eat my Johnson nigga\n  ADVERTISEMENT\n\n  Way they all in their feelings, what's wrong with niggas\n  Forgetting silence is still a response\n  The way the blood paint the wall you can tell he really an artist\n  I get it like Whitey Bulger 'til rapture, dearly departed\n\n  [Hook: Raekwon & Talib Kweli] x2\n  We gon' Lex in, my nigga\n  These are blessings, my nigga\n  Keep stressing, my nigga\n  Don't stress, little nigga\n  Eat a clip, little nigga\n  Niggas trip, little nigga\n  Violations we gon' flip, little nigga\n\n  It's the champion flow, the Jordan, LeBron and Kobe\n  The Obi Wan Kenobi, of getting that guap-a-mole\n  We touring overseas, got her fanning out like a Dakota\n  I'm trying to get the check, I'm Martina Navratilova\n  Catch me at the races, gateway at Saratoga\n  They trying to place my face cause we mobbing, we taking over\n  My niggas keep it pure while you cut with the baking soda\n  These rappers be stretching the truth like they taking yoga\n  Couch potatoes, now they made us into a vegetable culture\n  A result of division like it's a decimal quotient\n  Do the math, my nigga, do the math\n  You'd never settle for less than the whole if you knew the half\n\n  Rough as alligator skin getting crazy grip\n  I'm so amazing with words I make a baby spit\n  Resting in Tibet, wild with the Gillette\n  Giraffe long goose on, my boots is [?]\n  Pocket full of coins, producers on set\n  Niggas with the coupes is on next\n  The losers gon' step, the users gon' check\n  We choosing our ninjas, the Jews is on deck\n  Refuse, that's a debt, pool with the steps\n  Everybody see us, the tools is all TECs\n  Anything come through we school, wan' bet?\n  Fuck you gon' tell us? He knew we on next\n\n  They wanna act like they know me, you don't know me nigga\n  You got the baby boy hustle, you a Jody nigga\n  You wanna swim with the sharks, I'm Chief Brody killin'\n  Get your jaw tapped this is raw rap, come on, yeah\n"}]