[{"id":5543206,"name":"Devil Music","trackName":"Devil Music","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Cydeways: The Best of the Pharcyde","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Slim Kid3)\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too close\nSleep with my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nAnd blows death straight through the lungs\nAs the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\nBut we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\nBut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggaz by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nBut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta get with the movement\nAnd move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nBeneath the stairs of their doom\nBest believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\nCause Everytime I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2\" reels\nThat I don't even own\n\n(Bootie Brown)\nEarly Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\nSlowly broke into the kitchen\nTo fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nAs I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe\nGetting tricked out of this nation\nBy a silly hillbilly\nWho laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same\nThe game continued into rappin\nDeception is at an all-time high\nYou give a piece of your soul\nTo receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\n(FatLip)\nI was po', nlack and broke\nBeyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\nDidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nOf high school, why fool\nWit' foolish rules and guidelines\nFuck the cap and tassels\nSaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\nMe and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\nI grab the MIC one-time\nCheck it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.80] (Slim Kid3)\n[00:30.28] The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n[00:32.53] So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n[00:35.49] Or lay us down to sleep\n[00:37.87] Know the wolf from the sheep\n[00:39.96] Or the sheep who cried wolf\n[00:41.84] And threw the deadly hoof\n[00:44.39] While the wolf was asleep\n[00:45.34] I keep my mind a ghost\n[00:46.13] Follow my heart the most\n[00:47.25] Don't play fools too close\n[00:47.95] Sleep with my eyes at post\n[00:48.57] So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n[00:49.22] The knife sits by throats of the young\n[00:49.83] And blows death straight through the lungs\n[00:50.50] As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n[00:55.27] But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n[00:57.70] But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n[00:59.99] And the niggaz by the nuts\n[01:01.82] Ear, tongue and butts\n[01:02.96] Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n[01:05.25] But, shit, you know what's up\n[01:07.85] We gotta get with the movement\n[01:08.91] And move men soon\n[01:09.66] They consume every womb who bares\n[01:10.47] Beneath the stairs of their doom\n[01:11.59] Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n[01:16.53] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:18.35] Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n[01:19.66] I put my soul on 2\" reels\n[01:20.59] That I don't even own\n[01:21.50] (Bootie Brown)\n[01:22.41] Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n[01:32.95] Slowly broke into the kitchen\n[01:35.54] To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n[01:50.81] As I ran up and down the TV stations\n[01:53.55] I witnessed Indian Joe\n[01:54.96] Getting tricked out of this nation\n[01:56.21] By a silly hillbilly\n[01:57.17] Who laughed as the shit happened\n[01:58.39] Everything's the same\n[01:59.64] The game continued into rappin\n[02:00.94] Deception is at an all-time high\n[02:03.32] You give a piece of your soul\n[02:05.46] To receive some crumbs from the pie\n[02:06.52] But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n[02:07.68] Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:11.98] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[02:37.85] (FatLip)\n[02:38.69] I was po', nlack and broke\n[02:39.49] Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n[02:40.30] Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n[02:41.60] Speakin about the time before I got signed\n[02:44.08] I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n[02:46.31] My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n[02:49.08] Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n[02:51.72] Of high school, why fool\n[02:54.00] Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n[02:55.76] Fuck the cap and tassels\n[02:56.54] Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n[02:57.69] Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n[02:59.26] Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n[03:01.69] I grab the MIC one-time\n[03:04.39] Check it, 1-2, we in\n[03:05.41] Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n[03:06.68] Takin shit to the next level\n[03:09.23] Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n[04:10.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil Music\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: 'Cydeways: The Best of the Pharcyde'\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Slim Kid3)\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 32530\n- text: So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  start_ms: 32530\n  end_ms: 35490\n- text: Or lay us down to sleep\n  start_ms: 35490\n  end_ms: 37870\n- text: Know the wolf from the sheep\n  start_ms: 37870\n  end_ms: 39960\n- text: Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  start_ms: 39960\n  end_ms: 41840\n- text: And threw the deadly hoof\n  start_ms: 41840\n  end_ms: 44390\n- text: While the wolf was asleep\n  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Fuck the cap and tassels\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 176540\n- text: Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  start_ms: 176540\n  end_ms: 177690\n- text: Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n  start_ms: 177690\n  end_ms: 179260\n- text: Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n  start_ms: 179260\n  end_ms: 181690\n- text: I grab the MIC one-time\n  start_ms: 181690\n  end_ms: 184390\n- text: Check it, 1-2, we in\n  start_ms: 184390\n  end_ms: 185410\n- text: Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  start_ms: 185410\n  end_ms: 186680\n- text: Takin shit to the next level\n  start_ms: 186680\n  end_ms: 189230\n- text: Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n  start_ms: 189230\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 250740\nplain: |-\n  (Slim Kid3)\n  The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  Or lay us down to sleep\n  Know the wolf from the sheep\n  Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  And threw the deadly hoof\n  While the wolf was asleep\n  I keep my mind a ghost\n  Follow my heart the most\n  Don't play fools too close\n  Sleep with my eyes at post\n  So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n  The knife sits by throats of the young\n  And blows death straight through the lungs\n  As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n  But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n  But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n  And the niggaz by the nuts\n  Ear, tongue and butts\n  Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n  But, shit, you know what's up\n  We gotta get with the movement\n  And move men soon\n  They consume every womb who bares\n  Beneath the stairs of their doom\n  Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4X\n\n  Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2\" reels\n  That I don't even own\n\n  (Bootie Brown)\n  Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n  Slowly broke into the kitchen\n  To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n  As I ran up and down the TV stations\n  I witnessed Indian Joe\n  Getting tricked out of this nation\n  By a silly hillbilly\n  Who laughed as the shit happened\n  Everything's the same\n  The game continued into rappin\n  Deception is at an all-time high\n  You give a piece of your soul\n  To receive some crumbs from the pie\n  But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4X\n\n  (FatLip)\n  I was po', nlack and broke\n  Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n  Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n  Speakin about the time before I got signed\n  I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n  My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n  Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n  Of high school, why fool\n  Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n  Fuck the cap and tassels\n  Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n  Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n  I grab the MIC one-time\n  Check it, 1-2, we in\n  Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  Takin shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n"},{"id":11886930,"name":"Devil Music","trackName":"Devil Music","artistName":"Pharcyde","albumName":"Cydeways-The Best Of The Pharcyde","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Slim Kid3)\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too close\nSleep with my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nand blows death straight through the lungs\nas the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\nBut we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\nbut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggaz by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nbut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta get with the movement\nand move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nbeneath the stairs of their doom\nBest believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\nCause Everytime I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2\" reels\nThat I don't even own\n\n(Bootie Brown)\nEarly Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\nslowly broke into the kitchen\nto fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nas I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe\ngetting tricked out of this nation\nby a silly hillbilly\nwho laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same\nthe game continued into rappin\nDeception is at an all-time high\nYou give a piece of your soul\nto receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\neven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\n(FatLip)\nI was po', nlack and broke\nbeyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\ndidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nof high school, why fool\nwit' foolish rules and guidelines\nfuck the cap and tassels\nsaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\nme and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\nI grab the MIC one-time\nCheck it, 1-2, we in\nfreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.80] (Slim Kid3)\n[00:30.28] The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n[00:32.53] So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n[00:35.49] Or lay us down to sleep\n[00:37.87] Know the wolf from the sheep\n[00:39.96] Or the sheep who cried wolf\n[00:41.84] And threw the deadly hoof\n[00:44.39] While the wolf was asleep\n[00:45.34] I keep my mind a ghost\n[00:46.13] Follow my heart the most\n[00:47.25] Don't play fools too close\n[00:47.95] Sleep with my eyes at post\n[00:48.57] So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n[00:49.22] The knife sits by throats of the young\n[00:49.83] and blows death straight through the lungs\n[00:50.50] as the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n[00:55.27] But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n[00:57.70] but we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n[00:59.99] And the niggaz by the nuts\n[01:01.82] Ear, tongue and butts\n[01:02.96] Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n[01:05.25] but, shit, you know what's up\n[01:07.85] We gotta get with the movement\n[01:08.91] and move men soon\n[01:09.66] They consume every womb who bares\n[01:10.47] beneath the stairs of their doom\n[01:11.59] Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n[01:16.53] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:18.35] Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n[01:19.66] I put my soul on 2\" reels\n[01:20.59] That I don't even own\n[01:21.50] (Bootie Brown)\n[01:22.41] Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n[01:32.95] slowly broke into the kitchen\n[01:35.54] to fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n[01:50.81] as I ran up and down the TV stations\n[01:53.55] I witnessed Indian Joe\n[01:54.96] getting tricked out of this nation\n[01:56.21] by a silly hillbilly\n[01:57.17] who laughed as the shit happened\n[01:58.39] Everything's the same\n[01:59.64] the game continued into rappin\n[02:00.94] Deception is at an all-time high\n[02:03.32] You give a piece of your soul\n[02:05.46] to receive some crumbs from the pie\n[02:06.52] But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n[02:07.68] even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:11.98] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[02:37.85] (FatLip)\n[02:38.69] I was po', nlack and broke\n[02:39.49] beyond a shadow of a doubt\n[02:40.30] Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n[02:41.60] Speakin about the time before I got signed\n[02:44.08] I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n[02:46.31] My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n[02:49.08] didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n[02:51.72] of high school, why fool\n[02:54.00] wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n[02:55.76] fuck the cap and tassels\n[02:56.54] said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n[02:57.69] Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n[02:59.26] me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n[03:01.69] I grab the MIC one-time\n[03:04.39] Check it, 1-2, we in\n[03:05.41] freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n[03:06.68] Takin shit to the next level\n[03:09.23] Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n[04:10.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil Music\n  artist: Pharcyde\n  album: Cydeways-The Best Of The Pharcyde\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Slim Kid3)\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 32530\n- text: So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  start_ms: 32530\n  end_ms: 35490\n- text: Or lay us down to sleep\n  start_ms: 35490\n  end_ms: 37870\n- text: Know the wolf from the sheep\n  start_ms: 37870\n  end_ms: 39960\n- text: Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  start_ms: 39960\n  end_ms: 41840\n- text: And threw the deadly hoof\n  start_ms: 41840\n  end_ms: 44390\n- text: While the wolf was asleep\n  start_ms: 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cap and tassels\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 176540\n- text: said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  start_ms: 176540\n  end_ms: 177690\n- text: Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n  start_ms: 177690\n  end_ms: 179260\n- text: me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n  start_ms: 179260\n  end_ms: 181690\n- text: I grab the MIC one-time\n  start_ms: 181690\n  end_ms: 184390\n- text: Check it, 1-2, we in\n  start_ms: 184390\n  end_ms: 185410\n- text: freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  start_ms: 185410\n  end_ms: 186680\n- text: Takin shit to the next level\n  start_ms: 186680\n  end_ms: 189230\n- text: Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n  start_ms: 189230\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 250740\nplain: |-\n  (Slim Kid3)\n  The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  Or lay us down to sleep\n  Know the wolf from the sheep\n  Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  And threw the deadly hoof\n  While the wolf was asleep\n  I keep my mind a ghost\n  Follow my heart the most\n  Don't play fools too close\n  Sleep with my eyes at post\n  So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n  The knife sits by throats of the young\n  and blows death straight through the lungs\n  as the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n  But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n  but we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n  And the niggaz by the nuts\n  Ear, tongue and butts\n  Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n  but, shit, you know what's up\n  We gotta get with the movement\n  and move men soon\n  They consume every womb who bares\n  beneath the stairs of their doom\n  Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4X\n\n  Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2\" reels\n  That I don't even own\n\n  (Bootie Brown)\n  Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n  slowly broke into the kitchen\n  to fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n  as I ran up and down the TV stations\n  I witnessed Indian Joe\n  getting tricked out of this nation\n  by a silly hillbilly\n  who laughed as the shit happened\n  Everything's the same\n  the game continued into rappin\n  Deception is at an all-time high\n  You give a piece of your soul\n  to receive some crumbs from the pie\n  But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n  even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4X\n\n  (FatLip)\n  I was po', nlack and broke\n  beyond a shadow of a doubt\n  Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n  Speakin about the time before I got signed\n  I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n  My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n  didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n  of high school, why fool\n  wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n  fuck the cap and tassels\n  said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n  me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n  I grab the MIC one-time\n  Check it, 1-2, we in\n  freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  Takin shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n"},{"id":17710225,"name":"Devil Music","trackName":"Devil Music","artistName":"Pharcyde","albumName":"Cydeways - The Best Of The Pha","duration":253.772958,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Slim Kid3)\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too close\nSleep with my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nand blows death straight through the lungs\nas the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\nBut we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\nbut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggaz by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nbut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta get with the movement\nand move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nbeneath the stairs of their doom\nBest believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\nCause Everytime I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2\" reels\nThat I don't even own\n\n(Bootie Brown)\nEarly Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\nslowly broke into the kitchen\nto fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nas I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe\ngetting tricked out of this nation\nby a silly hillbilly\nwho laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same\nthe game continued into rappin\nDeception is at an all-time high\nYou give a piece of your soul\nto receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\neven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\n(FatLip)\nI was po', nlack and broke\nbeyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\ndidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nof high school, why fool\nwit' foolish rules and guidelines\nfuck the cap and tassels\nsaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\nme and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\nI grab the MIC one-time\nCheck it, 1-2, we in\nfreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.80] (Slim Kid3)\n[00:30.28] The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n[00:32.53] So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n[00:35.49] Or lay us down to sleep\n[00:37.87] Know the wolf from the sheep\n[00:39.96] Or the sheep who cried wolf\n[00:41.84] And threw the deadly hoof\n[00:44.39] While the wolf was asleep\n[00:45.34] I keep my mind a ghost\n[00:46.13] Follow my heart the most\n[00:47.25] Don't play fools too close\n[00:47.95] Sleep with my eyes at post\n[00:48.57] So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n[00:49.22] The knife sits by throats of the young\n[00:49.83] and blows death straight through the lungs\n[00:50.50] as the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n[00:55.27] But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n[00:57.70] but we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n[00:59.99] And the niggaz by the nuts\n[01:01.82] Ear, tongue and butts\n[01:02.96] Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n[01:05.25] but, shit, you know what's up\n[01:07.85] We gotta get with the movement\n[01:08.91] and move men soon\n[01:09.66] They consume every womb who bares\n[01:10.47] beneath the stairs of their doom\n[01:11.59] Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n[01:16.53] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:18.35] Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n[01:19.66] I put my soul on 2\" reels\n[01:20.59] That I don't even own\n[01:21.50] (Bootie Brown)\n[01:22.41] Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n[01:32.95] slowly broke into the kitchen\n[01:35.54] to fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n[01:50.81] as I ran up and down the TV stations\n[01:53.55] I witnessed Indian Joe\n[01:54.96] getting tricked out of this nation\n[01:56.21] by a silly hillbilly\n[01:57.17] who laughed as the shit happened\n[01:58.39] Everything's the same\n[01:59.64] the game continued into rappin\n[02:00.94] Deception is at an all-time high\n[02:03.32] You give a piece of your soul\n[02:05.46] to receive some crumbs from the pie\n[02:06.52] But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n[02:07.68] even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:11.98] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[02:37.85] (FatLip)\n[02:38.69] I was po', nlack and broke\n[02:39.49] beyond a shadow of a doubt\n[02:40.30] Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n[02:41.60] Speakin about the time before I got signed\n[02:44.08] I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n[02:46.31] My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n[02:49.08] didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n[02:51.72] of high school, why fool\n[02:54.00] wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n[02:55.76] fuck the cap and tassels\n[02:56.54] said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n[02:57.69] Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n[02:59.26] me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n[03:01.69] I grab the MIC one-time\n[03:04.39] Check it, 1-2, we in\n[03:05.41] freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n[03:06.68] Takin shit to the next level\n[03:09.23] Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n[04:10.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil Music\n  artist: Pharcyde\n  album: Cydeways - The Best Of The Pha\n  duration_ms: 253773\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Slim Kid3)\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 32530\n- text: So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  start_ms: 32530\n  end_ms: 35490\n- text: Or lay us down to sleep\n  start_ms: 35490\n  end_ms: 37870\n- text: Know the wolf from the sheep\n  start_ms: 37870\n  end_ms: 39960\n- text: Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  start_ms: 39960\n  end_ms: 41840\n- text: And threw the deadly hoof\n  start_ms: 41840\n  end_ms: 44390\n- text: While the wolf was asleep\n  start_ms: 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Jay back at S.C.U.\n  start_ms: 179260\n  end_ms: 181690\n- text: I grab the MIC one-time\n  start_ms: 181690\n  end_ms: 184390\n- text: Check it, 1-2, we in\n  start_ms: 184390\n  end_ms: 185410\n- text: freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  start_ms: 185410\n  end_ms: 186680\n- text: Takin shit to the next level\n  start_ms: 186680\n  end_ms: 189230\n- text: Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n  start_ms: 189230\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 250740\nplain: |-\n  (Slim Kid3)\n  The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  Or lay us down to sleep\n  Know the wolf from the sheep\n  Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  And threw the deadly hoof\n  While the wolf was asleep\n  I keep my mind a ghost\n  Follow my heart the most\n  Don't play fools too close\n  Sleep with my eyes at post\n  So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n  The knife sits by throats of the young\n  and blows death straight through the lungs\n  as the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n  But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n  but we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n  And the niggaz by the nuts\n  Ear, tongue and butts\n  Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n  but, shit, you know what's up\n  We gotta get with the movement\n  and move men soon\n  They consume every womb who bares\n  beneath the stairs of their doom\n  Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4X\n\n  Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2\" reels\n  That I don't even own\n\n  (Bootie Brown)\n  Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n  slowly broke into the kitchen\n  to fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n  as I ran up and down the TV stations\n  I witnessed Indian Joe\n  getting tricked out of this nation\n  by a silly hillbilly\n  who laughed as the shit happened\n  Everything's the same\n  the game continued into rappin\n  Deception is at an all-time high\n  You give a piece of your soul\n  to receive some crumbs from the pie\n  But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n  even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4X\n\n  (FatLip)\n  I was po', nlack and broke\n  beyond a shadow of a doubt\n  Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n  Speakin about the time before I got signed\n  I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n  My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n  didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n  of high school, why fool\n  wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n  fuck the cap and tassels\n  said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n  me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n  I grab the MIC one-time\n  Check it, 1-2, we in\n  freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  Takin shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n"},{"id":3615348,"name":"Devil Music","trackName":"Devil Music","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Labcabincalifornia (Deluxe Edition)","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Slim Kid3)\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too close\nSleep with my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nAnd blows death straight through the lungs\nAs the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\nBut we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\nBut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggaz by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nBut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta get with the movement\nAnd move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nBeneath the stairs of their doom\nBest believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\nCause Everytime I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2\" reels\nThat I don't even own\n\n(Bootie Brown)\nEarly Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\nSlowly broke into the kitchen\nTo fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nAs I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe\nGetting tricked out of this nation\nBy a silly hillbilly\nWho laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same\nThe game continued into rappin\nDeception is at an all-time high\nYou give a piece of your soul\nTo receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\n(FatLip)\nI was po', nlack and broke\nBeyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\nDidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nOf high school, why fool\nWit' foolish rules and guidelines\nFuck the cap and tassels\nSaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\nMe and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\nI grab the MIC one-time\nCheck it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.80] (Slim Kid3)\n[00:30.28] The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n[00:32.53] So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n[00:35.49] Or lay us down to sleep\n[00:37.87] Know the wolf from the sheep\n[00:39.96] Or the sheep who cried wolf\n[00:41.84] And threw the deadly hoof\n[00:44.39] While the wolf was asleep\n[00:45.34] I keep my mind a ghost\n[00:46.13] Follow my heart the most\n[00:47.25] Don't play fools too close\n[00:47.95] Sleep with my eyes at post\n[00:48.57] So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n[00:49.22] The knife sits by throats of the young\n[00:49.83] And blows death straight through the lungs\n[00:50.50] As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n[00:55.27] But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n[00:57.70] But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n[00:59.99] And the niggaz by the nuts\n[01:01.82] Ear, tongue and butts\n[01:02.96] Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n[01:05.25] But, shit, you know what's up\n[01:07.85] We gotta get with the movement\n[01:08.91] And move men soon\n[01:09.66] They consume every womb who bares\n[01:10.47] Beneath the stairs of their doom\n[01:11.59] Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n[01:16.53] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:18.35] Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n[01:19.66] I put my soul on 2\" reels\n[01:20.59] That I don't even own\n[01:21.50] (Bootie Brown)\n[01:22.41] Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n[01:32.95] Slowly broke into the kitchen\n[01:35.54] To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n[01:50.81] As I ran up and down the TV stations\n[01:53.55] I witnessed Indian Joe\n[01:54.96] Getting tricked out of this nation\n[01:56.21] By a silly hillbilly\n[01:57.17] Who laughed as the shit happened\n[01:58.39] Everything's the same\n[01:59.64] The game continued into rappin\n[02:00.94] Deception is at an all-time high\n[02:03.32] You give a piece of your soul\n[02:05.46] To receive some crumbs from the pie\n[02:06.52] But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n[02:07.68] Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:11.98] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[02:37.85] (FatLip)\n[02:38.69] I was po', nlack and broke\n[02:39.49] Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n[02:40.30] Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n[02:41.60] Speakin about the time before I got signed\n[02:44.08] I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n[02:46.31] My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n[02:49.08] Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n[02:51.72] Of high school, why fool\n[02:54.00] Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n[02:55.76] Fuck the cap and tassels\n[02:56.54] Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n[02:57.69] Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n[02:59.26] Me and my nigga L.A. 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Jay back at S.C.U\nI grab the mic one-time\nCheck it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow nubians\nTakin shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n'Cause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on two inch reels\nThat I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on two inch reels\nThat I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on two inch reels\nThat I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on two inch reels\nThat I don't even own","syncedLyrics":"[00:29.43] The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n[00:32.23] So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n[00:34.91] Or lay us down to sleep\n[00:36.17] Know the wolf from the sheep\n[00:37.22] Or the sheep who cried wolf\n[00:38.52] And threw the deadly hoof\n[00:39.75] While the wolf was asleep\n[00:41.07] I keep my mind a ghost\n[00:42.17] Follow my heart the most\n[00:43.42] Don't play fools too close\n[00:44.69] Sleep with my eyes at post\n[00:45.86] So diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n[00:48.29] The knife sits by throats of the young\n[00:50.40] And blows death straight through the lungs\n[00:52.33] As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n[00:54.85] But we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb\n[00:57.30] But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n[01:00.20] And the niggas by the nuts\n[01:01.17] Ear, tongue and butts\n[01:02.30] Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n[01:03.61] But, shit, you know what's up\n[01:04.80] We gotta get with the movement\n[01:06.20] And move men soon\n[01:07.34] They consume every womb who bares\n[01:08.95] Beneath the stairs of their doom\n[01:10.65] Before they let a new soul bloom\n[01:12.48] Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n[01:14.98] 'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n[01:17.42] I put my soul on two inch reels\n[01:19.34] That I don't even own\n[01:20.30] Every time I step to the microphone\n[01:22.16] I put my soul on two inch reels\n[01:24.10] That I don't even own\n[01:25.31] Every time I step to the microphone\n[01:27.63] I put my soul on two inch reels\n[01:29.06] That I don't even own\n[01:30.38] Every time I step to the microphone\n[01:32.72] I put my soul on two inch reels\n[01:33.90] That I don't even own\n[01:44.92] Early Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'\n[01:48.05] Slowly broke into the kitchen\n[01:49.26] To fill a bowl with some raisin bran\n[01:51.01] As I ran up and down the TV stations\n[01:53.17] I witnessed Indian joe\n[01:54.20] Getting tricked out of this nation\n[01:55.64] By a silly hillbilly\n[01:56.85] Who laughed as the shit happened\n[01:58.17] Everything's the same\n[01:59.27] The game continued into rappin'\n[02:00.66] Deception is at an all-time high\n[02:03.13] You give a piece of your soul\n[02:04.57] To receive some crumbs from the pie\n[02:05.73] But you know I keep on rappin' 'til the break of dawn\n[02:08.17] Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:10.77] But you know I keep on rappin' 'til the break of dawn\n[02:13.14] Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:15.68] 'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n[02:17.94] I put my soul on two inch reels\n[02:19.75] That I don't even own\n[02:20.79] Every time I step to the microphone\n[02:22.84] I put my soul on two inch reels\n[02:24.49] That I don't even own\n[02:25.90] Every time I step to the microphone\n[02:27.97] I put my soul on two inch reels\n[02:29.78] That I don't even own\n[02:31.14] Every time I step to the microphone\n[02:33.04] I put my soul on two inch reels\n[02:34.49] That I don't even own\n[02:36.00] I was po', black and broke\n[02:37.21] Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n[02:38.45] Ass-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out\n[02:41.17] Speakin' about the time before I got signed\n[02:43.59] I was coolin' behind coolio in the county line\n[02:46.21] My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n[02:48.69] Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n[02:51.14] Of high school, why fool\n[02:52.47] Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n[02:53.69] Fuck the cap and tassels\n[02:54.67] Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n[02:56.32] Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n[02:59.03] Me and my nigga L.A. 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Jay back at S.C.U\n  start_ms: 179030\n  end_ms: 181410\n- text: I grab the mic one-time\n  start_ms: 181410\n  end_ms: 182780\n- text: Check it, 1-2, we in\n  start_ms: 182780\n  end_ms: 183960\n- text: Freakin' major flavors with my fellow nubians\n  start_ms: 183960\n  end_ms: 186420\n- text: Takin shit to the next level\n  start_ms: 186420\n  end_ms: 188830\n- text: Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n  start_ms: 188830\n  end_ms: 191140\n- text: '''Cause every time I step to the microphone'\n  start_ms: 191140\n  end_ms: 193440\n- text: I put my soul on two inch reels\n  start_ms: 193440\n  end_ms: 195090\n- text: That I don't even own\n  start_ms: 195090\n  end_ms: 196170\n- text: Every time I step to the microphone\n  start_ms: 196170\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I put my soul on two inch reels\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200010\n- text: That I don't even own\n  start_ms: 200010\n  end_ms: 201380\n- text: Every time I step to the microphone\n  start_ms: 201380\n  end_ms: 203500\n- text: I put my soul on two inch reels\n  start_ms: 203500\n  end_ms: 204990\n- text: That I don't even own\n  start_ms: 204990\n  end_ms: 206370\n- text: Every time I step to the microphone\n  start_ms: 206370\n  end_ms: 208530\n- text: I put my soul on two inch reels\n  start_ms: 208530\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: That I don't even own\n  start_ms: 210130\nplain: |-\n  The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  Or lay us down to sleep\n  Know the wolf from the sheep\n  Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  And threw the deadly hoof\n  While the wolf was asleep\n  I keep my mind a ghost\n  Follow my heart the most\n  Don't play fools too close\n  Sleep with my eyes at post\n  So diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n  The knife sits by throats of the young\n  And blows death straight through the lungs\n  As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n  But we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb\n  But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n  And the niggas by the nuts\n  Ear, tongue and butts\n  Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n  But, shit, you know what's up\n  We gotta get with the movement\n  And move men soon\n  They consume every womb who bares\n  Beneath the stairs of their doom\n  Before they let a new soul bloom\n  Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on two inch reels\n  That I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on two inch reels\n  That I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on two inch reels\n  That I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on two inch reels\n  That I don't even own\n  Early Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'\n  Slowly broke into the kitchen\n  To fill a bowl with some raisin bran\n  As I ran up and down the TV stations\n  I witnessed Indian joe\n  Getting tricked out of this nation\n  By a silly hillbilly\n  Who laughed as the shit happened\n  Everything's the same\n  The game continued into rappin'\n  Deception is at an all-time high\n  You give a piece of your soul\n  To receive some crumbs from the pie\n  But you know I keep on rappin' 'til the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n  But you know I keep on rappin' 'til the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on two inch reels\n  That I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on two inch reels\n  That I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on two inch reels\n  That I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on two inch reels\n  That I don't even own\n  I was po', black and broke\n  Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n  Ass-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out\n  Speakin' about the time before I got signed\n  I was coolin' behind coolio in the county line\n  My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n  Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n  Of high school, why fool\n  Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n  Fuck the cap and tassels\n  Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n  Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U\n  I grab the mic one-time\n  Check it, 1-2, we in\n  Freakin' major flavors with my fellow nubians\n  Takin shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil\n  'Cause every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on two inch reels\n  That I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on two inch reels\n  That I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on two inch reels\n  That I don't even own\n  Every time I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on two inch reels\n  That I don't even own\n"},{"id":29488319,"name":"Devil Music","trackName":"Devil Music","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Labcabincalifornia","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Slim Kid3)\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too close\nSleep with my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nAnd blows death straight through the lungs\nAs the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\nBut we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\nBut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggaz by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nBut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta get with the movement\nAnd move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nBeneath the stairs of their doom\nBest believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\nCause Everytime I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2\" reels\nThat I don't even own\n\n(Bootie Brown)\nEarly Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\nSlowly broke into the kitchen\nTo fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nAs I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe\nGetting tricked out of this nation\nBy a silly hillbilly\nWho laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same\nThe game continued into rappin\nDeception is at an all-time high\nYou give a piece of your soul\nTo receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\n(FatLip)\nI was po', nlack and broke\nBeyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\nDidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nOf high school, why fool\nWit' foolish rules and guidelines\nFuck the cap and tassels\nSaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\nMe and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\nI grab the MIC one-time\nCheck it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.80] (Slim Kid3)\n[00:30.28] The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n[00:32.53] So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n[00:35.49] Or lay us down to sleep\n[00:37.87] Know the wolf from the sheep\n[00:39.96] Or the sheep who cried wolf\n[00:41.84] And threw the deadly hoof\n[00:44.39] While the wolf was asleep\n[00:45.34] I keep my mind a ghost\n[00:46.13] Follow my heart the most\n[00:47.25] Don't play fools too close\n[00:47.95] Sleep with my eyes at post\n[00:48.57] So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n[00:49.22] The knife sits by throats of the young\n[00:49.83] And blows death straight through the lungs\n[00:50.50] As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n[00:55.27] But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n[00:57.70] But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n[00:59.99] And the niggaz by the nuts\n[01:01.82] Ear, tongue and butts\n[01:02.96] Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n[01:05.25] But, shit, you know what's up\n[01:07.85] We gotta get with the movement\n[01:08.91] And move men soon\n[01:09.66] They consume every womb who bares\n[01:10.47] Beneath the stairs of their doom\n[01:11.59] Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n[01:16.53] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:18.35] Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n[01:19.66] I put my soul on 2\" reels\n[01:20.59] That I don't even own\n[01:21.50] (Bootie Brown)\n[01:22.41] Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n[01:32.95] Slowly broke into the kitchen\n[01:35.54] To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n[01:50.81] As I ran up and down the TV stations\n[01:53.55] I witnessed Indian Joe\n[01:54.96] Getting tricked out of this nation\n[01:56.21] By a silly hillbilly\n[01:57.17] Who laughed as the shit happened\n[01:58.39] Everything's the same\n[01:59.64] The game continued into rappin\n[02:00.94] Deception is at an all-time high\n[02:03.32] You give a piece of your soul\n[02:05.46] To receive some crumbs from the pie\n[02:06.52] But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n[02:07.68] Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:11.98] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[02:37.85] (FatLip)\n[02:38.69] I was po', nlack and broke\n[02:39.49] Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n[02:40.30] Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n[02:41.60] Speakin about the time before I got signed\n[02:44.08] I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n[02:46.31] My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n[02:49.08] Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n[02:51.72] Of high school, why fool\n[02:54.00] Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n[02:55.76] Fuck the cap and tassels\n[02:56.54] Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n[02:57.69] Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n[02:59.26] Me and my nigga L.A. 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Jay back at S.C.U.\nI grab the MIC one-time\nCheck it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.80] (Slim Kid3)\n[00:30.28] The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n[00:32.53] So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n[00:35.49] Or lay us down to sleep\n[00:37.87] Know the wolf from the sheep\n[00:39.96] Or the sheep who cried wolf\n[00:41.84] And threw the deadly hoof\n[00:44.39] While the wolf was asleep\n[00:45.34] I keep my mind a ghost\n[00:46.13] Follow my heart the most\n[00:47.25] Don't play fools too close\n[00:47.95] Sleep with my eyes at post\n[00:48.57] So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n[00:49.22] The knife sits by throats of the young\n[00:49.83] And blows death straight through the lungs\n[00:50.50] As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n[00:55.27] But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n[00:57.70] But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n[00:59.99] And the niggaz by the nuts\n[01:01.82] Ear, tongue and butts\n[01:02.96] Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n[01:05.25] But, shit, you know what's up\n[01:07.85] We gotta get with the movement\n[01:08.91] And move men soon\n[01:09.66] They consume every womb who bares\n[01:10.47] Beneath the stairs of their doom\n[01:11.59] Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n[01:16.53] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:18.35] Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n[01:19.66] I put my soul on 2\" reels\n[01:20.59] That I don't even own\n[01:21.50] (Bootie Brown)\n[01:22.41] Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n[01:32.95] Slowly broke into the kitchen\n[01:35.54] To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n[01:50.81] As I ran up and down the TV stations\n[01:53.55] I witnessed Indian Joe\n[01:54.96] Getting tricked out of this nation\n[01:56.21] By a silly hillbilly\n[01:57.17] Who laughed as the shit happened\n[01:58.39] Everything's the same\n[01:59.64] The game continued into rappin\n[02:00.94] Deception is at an all-time high\n[02:03.32] You give a piece of your soul\n[02:05.46] To receive some crumbs from the pie\n[02:06.52] But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n[02:07.68] Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:11.98] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[02:37.85] (FatLip)\n[02:38.69] I was po', nlack and broke\n[02:39.49] Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n[02:40.30] Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n[02:41.60] Speakin about the time before I got signed\n[02:44.08] I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n[02:46.31] My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n[02:49.08] Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n[02:51.72] Of high school, why fool\n[02:54.00] Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n[02:55.76] Fuck the cap and tassels\n[02:56.54] Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n[02:57.69] Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n[02:59.26] Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n[03:01.69] I grab the MIC one-time\n[03:04.39] Check it, 1-2, we in\n[03:05.41] Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n[03:06.68] Takin shit to the next level\n[03:09.23] Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n[04:10.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil Music\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Labcabincalifornia (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Slim Kid3)\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 32530\n- text: So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  start_ms: 32530\n  end_ms: 35490\n- text: Or lay us down to sleep\n  start_ms: 35490\n  end_ms: 37870\n- text: Know the wolf from the sheep\n  start_ms: 37870\n  end_ms: 39960\n- text: Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  start_ms: 39960\n  end_ms: 41840\n- text: And threw the deadly hoof\n  start_ms: 41840\n  end_ms: 44390\n- text: While the wolf was asleep\n  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Fuck the cap and tassels\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 176540\n- text: Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  start_ms: 176540\n  end_ms: 177690\n- text: Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n  start_ms: 177690\n  end_ms: 179260\n- text: Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n  start_ms: 179260\n  end_ms: 181690\n- text: I grab the MIC one-time\n  start_ms: 181690\n  end_ms: 184390\n- text: Check it, 1-2, we in\n  start_ms: 184390\n  end_ms: 185410\n- text: Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  start_ms: 185410\n  end_ms: 186680\n- text: Takin shit to the next level\n  start_ms: 186680\n  end_ms: 189230\n- text: Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n  start_ms: 189230\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 250740\nplain: |-\n  (Slim Kid3)\n  The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  Or lay us down to sleep\n  Know the wolf from the sheep\n  Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  And threw the deadly hoof\n  While the wolf was asleep\n  I keep my mind a ghost\n  Follow my heart the most\n  Don't play fools too close\n  Sleep with my eyes at post\n  So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n  The knife sits by throats of the young\n  And blows death straight through the lungs\n  As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n  But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n  But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n  And the niggaz by the nuts\n  Ear, tongue and butts\n  Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n  But, shit, you know what's up\n  We gotta get with the movement\n  And move men soon\n  They consume every womb who bares\n  Beneath the stairs of their doom\n  Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4X\n\n  Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2\" reels\n  That I don't even own\n\n  (Bootie Brown)\n  Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n  Slowly broke into the kitchen\n  To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n  As I ran up and down the TV stations\n  I witnessed Indian Joe\n  Getting tricked out of this nation\n  By a silly hillbilly\n  Who laughed as the shit happened\n  Everything's the same\n  The game continued into rappin\n  Deception is at an all-time high\n  You give a piece of your soul\n  To receive some crumbs from the pie\n  But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4X\n\n  (FatLip)\n  I was po', nlack and broke\n  Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n  Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n  Speakin about the time before I got signed\n  I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n  My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n  Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n  Of high school, why fool\n  Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n  Fuck the cap and tassels\n  Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n  Me and my nigga L.A. 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Jay back at S.C.U.\nI grab the MIC one-time\nCheck it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.80] (Slim Kid3)\n[00:30.28] The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n[00:32.53] So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n[00:35.49] Or lay us down to sleep\n[00:37.87] Know the wolf from the sheep\n[00:39.96] Or the sheep who cried wolf\n[00:41.84] And threw the deadly hoof\n[00:44.39] While the wolf was asleep\n[00:45.34] I keep my mind a ghost\n[00:46.13] Follow my heart the most\n[00:47.25] Don't play fools too close\n[00:47.95] Sleep with my eyes at post\n[00:48.57] So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n[00:49.22] The knife sits by throats of the young\n[00:49.83] And blows death straight through the lungs\n[00:50.50] As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n[00:55.27] But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n[00:57.70] But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n[00:59.99] And the niggaz by the nuts\n[01:01.82] Ear, tongue and butts\n[01:02.96] Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n[01:05.25] But, shit, you know what's up\n[01:07.85] We gotta get with the movement\n[01:08.91] And move men soon\n[01:09.66] They consume every womb who bares\n[01:10.47] Beneath the stairs of their doom\n[01:11.59] Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n[01:16.53] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:18.35] Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n[01:19.66] I put my soul on 2\" reels\n[01:20.59] That I don't even own\n[01:21.50] (Bootie Brown)\n[01:22.41] Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n[01:32.95] Slowly broke into the kitchen\n[01:35.54] To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n[01:50.81] As I ran up and down the TV stations\n[01:53.55] I witnessed Indian Joe\n[01:54.96] Getting tricked out of this nation\n[01:56.21] By a silly hillbilly\n[01:57.17] Who laughed as the shit happened\n[01:58.39] Everything's the same\n[01:59.64] The game continued into rappin\n[02:00.94] Deception is at an all-time high\n[02:03.32] You give a piece of your soul\n[02:05.46] To receive some crumbs from the pie\n[02:06.52] But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n[02:07.68] Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:11.98] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[02:37.85] (FatLip)\n[02:38.69] I was po', nlack and broke\n[02:39.49] Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n[02:40.30] Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n[02:41.60] Speakin about the time before I got signed\n[02:44.08] I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n[02:46.31] My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n[02:49.08] Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n[02:51.72] Of high school, why fool\n[02:54.00] Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n[02:55.76] Fuck the cap and tassels\n[02:56.54] Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n[02:57.69] Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n[02:59.26] Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n[03:01.69] I grab the MIC one-time\n[03:04.39] Check it, 1-2, we in\n[03:05.41] Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n[03:06.68] Takin shit to the next level\n[03:09.23] Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n[04:10.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil Music\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Labcabincalifornia\n  duration_ms: 255063\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Slim Kid3)\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 32530\n- text: So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  start_ms: 32530\n  end_ms: 35490\n- text: Or lay us down to sleep\n  start_ms: 35490\n  end_ms: 37870\n- text: Know the wolf from the sheep\n  start_ms: 37870\n  end_ms: 39960\n- text: Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  start_ms: 39960\n  end_ms: 41840\n- text: And threw the deadly hoof\n  start_ms: 41840\n  end_ms: 44390\n- text: While the wolf was asleep\n  start_ms: 44390\n  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Jay back at S.C.U.\nI grab the MIC one-time\nCheck it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.80] (Slim Kid3)\n[00:30.28] The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n[00:32.53] So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n[00:35.49] Or lay us down to sleep\n[00:37.87] Know the wolf from the sheep\n[00:39.96] Or the sheep who cried wolf\n[00:41.84] And threw the deadly hoof\n[00:44.39] While the wolf was asleep\n[00:45.34] I keep my mind a ghost\n[00:46.13] Follow my heart the most\n[00:47.25] Don't play fools too close\n[00:47.95] Sleep with my eyes at post\n[00:48.57] So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n[00:49.22] The knife sits by throats of the young\n[00:49.83] And blows death straight through the lungs\n[00:50.50] As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n[00:55.27] But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n[00:57.70] But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n[00:59.99] And the niggaz by the nuts\n[01:01.82] Ear, tongue and butts\n[01:02.96] Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n[01:05.25] But, shit, you know what's up\n[01:07.85] We gotta get with the movement\n[01:08.91] And move men soon\n[01:09.66] They consume every womb who bares\n[01:10.47] Beneath the stairs of their doom\n[01:11.59] Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n[01:16.53] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:18.35] Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n[01:19.66] I put my soul on 2\" reels\n[01:20.59] That I don't even own\n[01:21.50] (Bootie Brown)\n[01:22.41] Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n[01:32.95] Slowly broke into the kitchen\n[01:35.54] To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n[01:50.81] As I ran up and down the TV stations\n[01:53.55] I witnessed Indian Joe\n[01:54.96] Getting tricked out of this nation\n[01:56.21] By a silly hillbilly\n[01:57.17] Who laughed as the shit happened\n[01:58.39] Everything's the same\n[01:59.64] The game continued into rappin\n[02:00.94] Deception is at an all-time high\n[02:03.32] You give a piece of your soul\n[02:05.46] To receive some crumbs from the pie\n[02:06.52] But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n[02:07.68] Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:11.98] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[02:37.85] (FatLip)\n[02:38.69] I was po', nlack and broke\n[02:39.49] Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n[02:40.30] Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n[02:41.60] Speakin about the time before I got signed\n[02:44.08] I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n[02:46.31] My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n[02:49.08] Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n[02:51.72] Of high school, why fool\n[02:54.00] Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n[02:55.76] Fuck the cap and tassels\n[02:56.54] Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n[02:57.69] Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n[02:59.26] Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n[03:01.69] I grab the MIC one-time\n[03:04.39] Check it, 1-2, we in\n[03:05.41] Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n[03:06.68] Takin shit to the next level\n[03:09.23] Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n[04:10.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil Music\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Labcabincalifornia\n  duration_ms: 278708\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Slim Kid3)\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 32530\n- text: So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  start_ms: 32530\n  end_ms: 35490\n- text: Or lay us down to sleep\n  start_ms: 35490\n  end_ms: 37870\n- text: Know the wolf from the sheep\n  start_ms: 37870\n  end_ms: 39960\n- text: Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  start_ms: 39960\n  end_ms: 41840\n- text: And threw the deadly hoof\n  start_ms: 41840\n  end_ms: 44390\n- text: While the wolf was asleep\n  start_ms: 44390\n  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tassels\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 176540\n- text: Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  start_ms: 176540\n  end_ms: 177690\n- text: Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n  start_ms: 177690\n  end_ms: 179260\n- text: Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n  start_ms: 179260\n  end_ms: 181690\n- text: I grab the MIC one-time\n  start_ms: 181690\n  end_ms: 184390\n- text: Check it, 1-2, we in\n  start_ms: 184390\n  end_ms: 185410\n- text: Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  start_ms: 185410\n  end_ms: 186680\n- text: Takin shit to the next level\n  start_ms: 186680\n  end_ms: 189230\n- text: Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n  start_ms: 189230\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 250740\nplain: |-\n  (Slim Kid3)\n  The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  Or lay us down to sleep\n  Know the wolf from the sheep\n  Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  And threw the deadly hoof\n  While the wolf was asleep\n  I keep my mind a ghost\n  Follow my heart the most\n  Don't play fools too close\n  Sleep with my eyes at post\n  So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n  The knife sits by throats of the young\n  And blows death straight through the lungs\n  As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n  But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n  But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n  And the niggaz by the nuts\n  Ear, tongue and butts\n  Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n  But, shit, you know what's up\n  We gotta get with the movement\n  And move men soon\n  They consume every womb who bares\n  Beneath the stairs of their doom\n  Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4X\n\n  Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2\" reels\n  That I don't even own\n\n  (Bootie Brown)\n  Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n  Slowly broke into the kitchen\n  To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n  As I ran up and down the TV stations\n  I witnessed Indian Joe\n  Getting tricked out of this nation\n  By a silly hillbilly\n  Who laughed as the shit happened\n  Everything's the same\n  The game continued into rappin\n  Deception is at an all-time high\n  You give a piece of your soul\n  To receive some crumbs from the pie\n  But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4X\n\n  (FatLip)\n  I was po', nlack and broke\n  Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n  Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n  Speakin about the time before I got signed\n  I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n  My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n  Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n  Of high school, why fool\n  Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n  Fuck the cap and tassels\n  Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n  Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n  I grab the MIC one-time\n  Check it, 1-2, we in\n  Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  Takin shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n"},{"id":18766399,"name":"Devil Music","trackName":"Devil Music","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Instrumentals","duration":258.847347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Slim Kid3)\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too close\nSleep with my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nAnd blows death straight through the lungs\nAs the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\nBut we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\nBut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggaz by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nBut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta get with the movement\nAnd move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nBeneath the stairs of their doom\nBest believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\nCause Everytime I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2\" reels\nThat I don't even own\n\n(Bootie Brown)\nEarly Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\nSlowly broke into the kitchen\nTo fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nAs I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe\nGetting tricked out of this nation\nBy a silly hillbilly\nWho laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same\nThe game continued into rappin\nDeception is at an all-time high\nYou give a piece of your soul\nTo receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\n(FatLip)\nI was po', nlack and broke\nBeyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\nDidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nOf high school, why fool\nWit' foolish rules and guidelines\nFuck the cap and tassels\nSaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\nMe and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\nI grab the MIC one-time\nCheck it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.80] (Slim Kid3)\n[00:30.28] The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n[00:32.53] So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n[00:35.49] Or lay us down to sleep\n[00:37.87] Know the wolf from the sheep\n[00:39.96] Or the sheep who cried wolf\n[00:41.84] And threw the deadly hoof\n[00:44.39] While the wolf was asleep\n[00:45.34] I keep my mind a ghost\n[00:46.13] Follow my heart the most\n[00:47.25] Don't play fools too close\n[00:47.95] Sleep with my eyes at post\n[00:48.57] So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n[00:49.22] The knife sits by throats of the young\n[00:49.83] And blows death straight through the lungs\n[00:50.50] As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n[00:55.27] But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n[00:57.70] But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n[00:59.99] And the niggaz by the nuts\n[01:01.82] Ear, tongue and butts\n[01:02.96] Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n[01:05.25] But, shit, you know what's up\n[01:07.85] We gotta get with the movement\n[01:08.91] And move men soon\n[01:09.66] They consume every womb who bares\n[01:10.47] Beneath the stairs of their doom\n[01:11.59] Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n[01:16.53] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:18.35] Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n[01:19.66] I put my soul on 2\" reels\n[01:20.59] That I don't even own\n[01:21.50] (Bootie Brown)\n[01:22.41] Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n[01:32.95] Slowly broke into the kitchen\n[01:35.54] To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n[01:50.81] As I ran up and down the TV stations\n[01:53.55] I witnessed Indian Joe\n[01:54.96] Getting tricked out of this nation\n[01:56.21] By a silly hillbilly\n[01:57.17] Who laughed as the shit happened\n[01:58.39] Everything's the same\n[01:59.64] The game continued into rappin\n[02:00.94] Deception is at an all-time high\n[02:03.32] You give a piece of your soul\n[02:05.46] To receive some crumbs from the pie\n[02:06.52] But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n[02:07.68] Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:11.98] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[02:37.85] (FatLip)\n[02:38.69] I was po', nlack and broke\n[02:39.49] Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n[02:40.30] Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n[02:41.60] Speakin about the time before I got signed\n[02:44.08] I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n[02:46.31] My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n[02:49.08] Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n[02:51.72] Of high school, why fool\n[02:54.00] Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n[02:55.76] Fuck the cap and tassels\n[02:56.54] Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n[02:57.69] Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n[02:59.26] Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n[03:01.69] I grab the MIC one-time\n[03:04.39] Check it, 1-2, we in\n[03:05.41] Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n[03:06.68] Takin shit to the next level\n[03:09.23] Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n[04:10.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil Music\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 258847\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Slim Kid3)\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 32530\n- text: So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  start_ms: 32530\n  end_ms: 35490\n- text: Or lay us down to sleep\n  start_ms: 35490\n  end_ms: 37870\n- text: Know the wolf from the sheep\n  start_ms: 37870\n  end_ms: 39960\n- text: Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  start_ms: 39960\n  end_ms: 41840\n- text: And threw the deadly hoof\n  start_ms: 41840\n  end_ms: 44390\n- text: While the wolf was asleep\n  start_ms: 44390\n  end_ms: 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Jay back at S.C.U.\n  I grab the MIC one-time\n  Check it, 1-2, we in\n  Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  Takin shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n"},{"id":26714370,"name":"Devil Music","trackName":"Devil Music","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Trip-Hop Anthology","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Slim Kid3)\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too close\nSleep with my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nAnd blows death straight through the lungs\nAs the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\nBut we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\nBut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggaz by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nBut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta get with the movement\nAnd move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nBeneath the stairs of their doom\nBest believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\nCause Everytime I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2\" reels\nThat I don't even own\n\n(Bootie Brown)\nEarly Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\nSlowly broke into the kitchen\nTo fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nAs I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe\nGetting tricked out of this nation\nBy a silly hillbilly\nWho laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same\nThe game continued into rappin\nDeception is at an all-time high\nYou give a piece of your soul\nTo receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\n(FatLip)\nI was po', nlack and broke\nBeyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\nDidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nOf high school, why fool\nWit' foolish rules and guidelines\nFuck the cap and tassels\nSaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\nMe and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\nI grab the MIC one-time\nCheck it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.80] (Slim Kid3)\n[00:30.28] The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n[00:32.53] So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n[00:35.49] Or lay us down to sleep\n[00:37.87] Know the wolf from the sheep\n[00:39.96] Or the sheep who cried wolf\n[00:41.84] And threw the deadly hoof\n[00:44.39] While the wolf was asleep\n[00:45.34] I keep my mind a ghost\n[00:46.13] Follow my heart the most\n[00:47.25] Don't play fools too close\n[00:47.95] Sleep with my eyes at post\n[00:48.57] So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n[00:49.22] The knife sits by throats of the young\n[00:49.83] And blows death straight through the lungs\n[00:50.50] As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n[00:55.27] But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n[00:57.70] But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n[00:59.99] And the niggaz by the nuts\n[01:01.82] Ear, tongue and butts\n[01:02.96] Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n[01:05.25] But, shit, you know what's up\n[01:07.85] We gotta get with the movement\n[01:08.91] And move men soon\n[01:09.66] They consume every womb who bares\n[01:10.47] Beneath the stairs of their doom\n[01:11.59] Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n[01:16.53] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:18.35] Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n[01:19.66] I put my soul on 2\" reels\n[01:20.59] That I don't even own\n[01:21.50] (Bootie Brown)\n[01:22.41] Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n[01:32.95] Slowly broke into the kitchen\n[01:35.54] To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n[01:50.81] As I ran up and down the TV stations\n[01:53.55] I witnessed Indian Joe\n[01:54.96] Getting tricked out of this nation\n[01:56.21] By a silly hillbilly\n[01:57.17] Who laughed as the shit happened\n[01:58.39] Everything's the same\n[01:59.64] The game continued into rappin\n[02:00.94] Deception is at an all-time high\n[02:03.32] You give a piece of your soul\n[02:05.46] To receive some crumbs from the pie\n[02:06.52] But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n[02:07.68] Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:11.98] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[02:37.85] (FatLip)\n[02:38.69] I was po', nlack and broke\n[02:39.49] Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n[02:40.30] Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n[02:41.60] Speakin about the time before I got signed\n[02:44.08] I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n[02:46.31] My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n[02:49.08] Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n[02:51.72] Of high school, why fool\n[02:54.00] Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n[02:55.76] Fuck the cap and tassels\n[02:56.54] Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n[02:57.69] Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n[02:59.26] Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n[03:01.69] I grab the MIC one-time\n[03:04.39] Check it, 1-2, we in\n[03:05.41] Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n[03:06.68] Takin shit to the next level\n[03:09.23] Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n[04:10.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil Music\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Trip-Hop Anthology\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Slim Kid3)\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 32530\n- text: So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  start_ms: 32530\n  end_ms: 35490\n- text: Or lay us down to sleep\n  start_ms: 35490\n  end_ms: 37870\n- text: Know the wolf from the sheep\n  start_ms: 37870\n  end_ms: 39960\n- text: Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  start_ms: 39960\n  end_ms: 41840\n- text: And threw the deadly hoof\n  start_ms: 41840\n  end_ms: 44390\n- text: While the wolf was asleep\n  start_ms: 44390\n  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Jay back at S.C.U.\n[03:01.69] I grab the MIC one-time\n[03:04.39] Check it, 1-2, we in\n[03:05.41] Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n[03:06.68] Takin shit to the next level\n[03:09.23] Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n[04:10.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Devil Music\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Labcabincalifornia (30th Anniversary Edition / Remastered)\n  duration_ms: 252891\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Slim Kid3)\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 30280\n- text: The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  start_ms: 30280\n  end_ms: 32530\n- text: So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  start_ms: 32530\n  end_ms: 35490\n- text: Or lay us down to sleep\n  start_ms: 35490\n  end_ms: 37870\n- text: Know the wolf from the sheep\n  start_ms: 37870\n  end_ms: 39960\n- text: Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  start_ms: 39960\n  end_ms: 41840\n- text: And threw the deadly hoof\n  start_ms: 41840\n  end_ms: 44390\n- text: While the 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Jay back at S.C.U.\n  start_ms: 179260\n  end_ms: 181690\n- text: I grab the MIC one-time\n  start_ms: 181690\n  end_ms: 184390\n- text: Check it, 1-2, we in\n  start_ms: 184390\n  end_ms: 185410\n- text: Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  start_ms: 185410\n  end_ms: 186680\n- text: Takin shit to the next level\n  start_ms: 186680\n  end_ms: 189230\n- text: Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n  start_ms: 189230\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 250740\nplain: |-\n  (Slim Kid3)\n  The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n  So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n  Or lay us down to sleep\n  Know the wolf from the sheep\n  Or the sheep who cried wolf\n  And threw the deadly hoof\n  While the wolf was asleep\n  I keep my mind a ghost\n  Follow my heart the most\n  Don't play fools too close\n  Sleep with my eyes at post\n  So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n  The knife sits by throats of the young\n  And blows death straight through the lungs\n  As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n  But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n  But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n  And the niggaz by the nuts\n  Ear, tongue and butts\n  Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n  But, shit, you know what's up\n  We gotta get with the movement\n  And move men soon\n  They consume every womb who bares\n  Beneath the stairs of their doom\n  Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4X\n\n  Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n  I put my soul on 2\" reels\n  That I don't even own\n\n  (Bootie Brown)\n  Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n  Slowly broke into the kitchen\n  To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n  As I ran up and down the TV stations\n  I witnessed Indian Joe\n  Getting tricked out of this nation\n  By a silly hillbilly\n  Who laughed as the shit happened\n  Everything's the same\n  The game continued into rappin\n  Deception is at an all-time high\n  You give a piece of your soul\n  To receive some crumbs from the pie\n  But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n  Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\n  Chorus: repeat 4X\n\n  (FatLip)\n  I was po', nlack and broke\n  Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n  Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n  Speakin about the time before I got signed\n  I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n  My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n  Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n  Of high school, why fool\n  Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n  Fuck the cap and tassels\n  Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n  Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n  Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\n  I grab the MIC one-time\n  Check it, 1-2, we in\n  Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  Takin shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n"},{"id":25425290,"name":"Devil Music","trackName":"Devil Music","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Labcabincalifornia","duration":260.420875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Slim Kid3)\nThe way that momma raised us was pure faith\nSo diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep\nKnow the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cried wolf\nAnd threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep\nI keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most\nDon't play fools too close\nSleep with my eyes at post\nSo Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\nThe knife sits by throats of the young\nAnd blows death straight through the lungs\nAs the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\nBut we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\nBut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggaz by the nuts\nEar, tongue and butts\nYeah, they're trying to fuck us up\nBut, shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta get with the movement\nAnd move men soon\nThey consume every womb who bares\nBeneath the stairs of their doom\nBest believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\nCause Everytime I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2\" reels\nThat I don't even own\n\n(Bootie Brown)\nEarly Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\nSlowly broke into the kitchen\nTo fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\nAs I ran up and down the TV stations\nI witnessed Indian Joe\nGetting tricked out of this nation\nBy a silly hillbilly\nWho laughed as the shit happened\nEverything's the same\nThe game continued into rappin\nDeception is at an all-time high\nYou give a piece of your soul\nTo receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\nChorus: repeat 4X\n\n(FatLip)\nI was po', nlack and broke\nBeyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\nDidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nOf high school, why fool\nWit' foolish rules and guidelines\nFuck the cap and tassels\nSaid forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\nMe and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.\nI grab the MIC one-time\nCheck it, 1-2, we in\nFreakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\nTakin shit to the next level\nToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.80] (Slim Kid3)\n[00:30.28] The way that momma raised us was pure faith\n[00:32.53] So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\n[00:35.49] Or lay us down to sleep\n[00:37.87] Know the wolf from the sheep\n[00:39.96] Or the sheep who cried wolf\n[00:41.84] And threw the deadly hoof\n[00:44.39] While the wolf was asleep\n[00:45.34] I keep my mind a ghost\n[00:46.13] Follow my heart the most\n[00:47.25] Don't play fools too close\n[00:47.95] Sleep with my eyes at post\n[00:48.57] So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life\n[00:49.22] The knife sits by throats of the young\n[00:49.83] And blows death straight through the lungs\n[00:50.50] As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\n[00:55.27] But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\n[00:57.70] But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\n[00:59.99] And the niggaz by the nuts\n[01:01.82] Ear, tongue and butts\n[01:02.96] Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up\n[01:05.25] But, shit, you know what's up\n[01:07.85] We gotta get with the movement\n[01:08.91] And move men soon\n[01:09.66] They consume every womb who bares\n[01:10.47] Beneath the stairs of their doom\n[01:11.59] Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb\n[01:16.53] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[01:18.35] Cause Everytime I step to the microphone\n[01:19.66] I put my soul on 2\" reels\n[01:20.59] That I don't even own\n[01:21.50] (Bootie Brown)\n[01:22.41] Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin\n[01:32.95] Slowly broke into the kitchen\n[01:35.54] To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran\n[01:50.81] As I ran up and down the TV stations\n[01:53.55] I witnessed Indian Joe\n[01:54.96] Getting tricked out of this nation\n[01:56.21] By a silly hillbilly\n[01:57.17] Who laughed as the shit happened\n[01:58.39] Everything's the same\n[01:59.64] The game continued into rappin\n[02:00.94] Deception is at an all-time high\n[02:03.32] You give a piece of your soul\n[02:05.46] To receive some crumbs from the pie\n[02:06.52] But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn\n[02:07.68] Even though it is my soul that I do not even own\n[02:11.98] Chorus: repeat 4X\n[02:37.85] (FatLip)\n[02:38.69] I was po', nlack and broke\n[02:39.49] Beyond a shadow of a doubt\n[02:40.30] Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out\n[02:41.60] Speakin about the time before I got signed\n[02:44.08] I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line\n[02:46.31] My big brother used to say I was an asshole\n[02:49.08] Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\n[02:51.72] Of high school, why fool\n[02:54.00] Wit' foolish rules and guidelines\n[02:55.76] Fuck the cap and tassels\n[02:56.54] Said forget the trade and tried rhymes\n[02:57.69] Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2\n[02:59.26] Me and my nigga L.A. 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Jay back at S.C.U.\n  I grab the MIC one-time\n  Check it, 1-2, we in\n  Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians\n  Takin shit to the next level\n  Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil\n"},{"id":34728971,"name":"16  devil music","trackName":"16  devil music","artistName":"the pharcyde","albumName":"labricalifornia","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, check it out, one two\nCheck it out, check it out\nOne two, one two, one two, one two\nYes I am\n(Rock rock rock rock hip hop, rockin' shop the nation)\nAre you ready?\nHa, yeah\n\nThe way that mama raised us was pure faith\nSo Diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us\nOr lay us down to sleep, know the wolf from the sheep\nOr the sheep who cry wolf and threw the deadly hoof\nWhile the wolf was asleep I keep my mind a ghost\nFollow my heart the most, don't play fools too closely\nWith my eyes at post so Diablo won't be hostin'\nThe game of life, the knife sits by the throats\nOf the young, and blows death straight through the lungs\nAs the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums\nBut we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb\nBut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts\nAnd the niggas by the nuts, yeah, tongue and butts\nYeah, they tryin' to fuck us up but shit, you know what's up\nWe gotta get with the movements and move men soon\nThen consume every womb who bears beneath this desert they doom\nBefore they let a new soul bloom\nBest believe they gonna shove 'em in a tomb\n\nCause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2 inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2 inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2 inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2 inch reels that I don't even own\n\nEarly Saturday morning I was cartoon gazin'\nSlowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl full of Raisin Bran\nAs I ran up and down the TV station\nI witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of his nation\nBy a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened\nEverything the same, the game continued into rappin'\nDeception is at an all time high\nYou give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie\nBut you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\nYou know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn\nEven though it is my soul that I do not even own\n\nCause every time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2 inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2 inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2 inch reels that I don't even own\nEvery time I step to the microphone\nI put my soul on 2 inch reels that I don't even own\n\nI was po', black, broke beyond a shadow of a doubt\nAss out, wide open, waitin' for my shit to come on out\nSpeakin' about the time before I got signed\nI was coolin' behind Coolio in the county line\nMy big brother used to say I was an asshole\nDidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle\nOf high school, why fool with foolish rules and guidelines\nFuck the cap and tassels, said forget the trade and tried rhymes\nHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2 for 2\nMe and my nigga L.A. 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