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(Be Like That) (Jay Dee Remix Instrumental))","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Drop (Da Beatminerz Remix) VLS","duration":294.687347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse 1\n\nI wasn't sleepin I was creepin slidin' hidin'\nI would love the girl behind me roll up a fat? tyme?\nthinkin' mentally sinkin\n(precousicly) brinkin\ntwo decades n a half\nwaitin' for the path of mine to follow\nthe world is hollow, yet it's full of crap prepared to gamble\nI give you half of (gizm tencil)\nwhat's the come up, cried a ton of beers\ndrunk a ton of beers, that's fun at first\nbut learned in person\nfear throughout the years\nkept my ears open eyes scoping my block\ndon't rock the boat if you can't swim\nnobody may be there with the (lim) to lend\nthis is the end, still I can't explain the fact\nwhy the fuck shit gotta be like that?\n\nVerse 2\n\nKnow what, I said\nhear me clearin' over so so weaved n dreaded\nthat they need to be bi-headed\nwhy? I'm readily, steadily stimulatin and utilatin\nall sloppily copied imitations, cause they irritatin'\nso i'm-a intimitade them (and them are for the snare)\nwith the (syfliest) stare\nbringin em turbulant terror\nn they know this cause they can feel it\nhe knew it was mines still the sucker tried to steal it\nso I had to reveal it, through provin' their eye\nam I startin' (chinin) fly\nn by just blinkin' my eye\nin a flash I flush out the face, layin' low-key\ntrained eyes locate to focus on the phony\nmister sometime-homey, why he act like that\nI thought he had my back\nI thought he had our backs\nbut it was him that I should've never trusted\nand not atleast till he got his attitude adjusted\nI'm out busted for acting all dusted, but bust this\nnow when i'm out, I see n store out the whole scene\nfor all types sneakes that scheme\nthey come into my face, I send them (tightmen) home\nwhen they're sufferin' from the double-agent syndrome\n\nVerse 3\n\nSometimes this world means everything to me\nthe inside is lovely to these eyes I see\nn sometimes in my mind all I wanna do is cry\n(hollie) off seven of them drops from my eye\nthose drain out my skin cause i'm pissed from within\nI see a situation now n all I do is grin\npeople think i'm high but I'm mentally travelling\nagin' is your times cause life's a ravelling\nwhile i'm stravelling (moors)\nup this fuckin mike I hate to be a pilot\ncrashin' in a flight\npeople need to know about this thing called life\ncause if you see the light then life's allright\n\nVerse 4\n\nI jumps inside the jeep as I embark on my darkness\nbopped in my freestyle tapes n started (reminscing) about my\nlittle homie who was raised in Wyoming wanted to be famous\nso he came to Californey on the microphony\nhe was superbad n whatnot\nbut he was the kinda fella to follow paths that was hot\nhe became too fascinated with that gang related flavour\nthat he modificated rearranged his behaviour\nhe hooked up quick with the influential slang\ngangsta-strow cornrolls the whole shabbang\nbraggin' n boastin poststandin' n braggin how we 'posed to be\nhangin' with baby gees I was baggin\nlike why you tryin' hooride up on the bandwagon\nhopin' they'd hit him in the head\nbut he steady saggin like he a hog\ncreepin' through the smog\nsmokin' on some indo sippin' on a cup of O-Dog\nlike most who come to this West Coast society\ntryin' to be because they think it's fly to be a menace\nso what a relic way to end this\ngot rolled up when he was strolling\non a (Sundae upper...)\nsome niggas never listen they gotta learn their lesson\nthe hard way i'm guessin' yessin'\nBD as I hit the B n make a right on Wesson\npops in my head (beperpiou) question","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Y? (Be Like That) (Jay Dee Remix Instrumental))\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: Drop (Da Beatminerz Remix) VLS\n  duration_ms: 294687\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse 1\n\n  I wasn't sleepin I was creepin slidin' hidin'\n  I would love the girl behind me roll up a fat? tyme?\n  thinkin' mentally sinkin\n  (precousicly) brinkin\n  two decades n a half\n  waitin' for the path of mine to follow\n  the world is hollow, yet it's full of crap prepared to gamble\n  I give you half of (gizm tencil)\n  what's the come up, cried a ton of beers\n  drunk a ton of beers, that's fun at first\n  but learned in person\n  fear throughout the years\n  kept my ears open eyes scoping my block\n  don't rock the boat if you can't swim\n  nobody may be there with the (lim) to lend\n  this is the end, still I can't explain the fact\n  why the fuck shit gotta be like that?\n\n  Verse 2\n\n  Know what, I said\n  hear me clearin' over so so weaved n dreaded\n  that they need to be bi-headed\n  why? I'm readily, steadily stimulatin and utilatin\n  all sloppily copied imitations, cause they irritatin'\n  so i'm-a intimitade them (and them are for the snare)\n  with the (syfliest) stare\n  bringin em turbulant terror\n  n they know this cause they can feel it\n  he knew it was mines still the sucker tried to steal it\n  so I had to reveal it, through provin' their eye\n  am I startin' (chinin) fly\n  n by just blinkin' my eye\n  in a flash I flush out the face, layin' low-key\n  trained eyes locate to focus on the phony\n  mister sometime-homey, why he act like that\n  I thought he had my back\n  I thought he had our backs\n  but it was him that I should've never trusted\n  and not atleast till he got his attitude adjusted\n  I'm out busted for acting all dusted, but bust this\n  now when i'm out, I see n store out the whole scene\n  for all types sneakes that scheme\n  they come into my face, I send them (tightmen) home\n  when they're sufferin' from the double-agent syndrome\n\n  Verse 3\n\n  Sometimes this world means everything to me\n  the inside is lovely to these eyes I see\n  n sometimes in my mind all I wanna do is cry\n  (hollie) off seven of them drops from my eye\n  those drain out my skin cause i'm pissed from within\n  I see a situation now n all I do is grin\n  people think i'm high but I'm mentally travelling\n  agin' is your times cause life's a ravelling\n  while i'm stravelling (moors)\n  up this fuckin mike I hate to be a pilot\n  crashin' in a flight\n  people need to know about this thing called life\n  cause if you see the light then life's allright\n\n  Verse 4\n\n  I jumps inside the jeep as I embark on my darkness\n  bopped in my freestyle tapes n started (reminscing) about my\n  little homie who was raised in Wyoming wanted to be famous\n  so he came to Californey on the microphony\n  he was superbad n whatnot\n  but he was the kinda fella to follow paths that was hot\n  he became too fascinated with that gang related flavour\n  that he modificated rearranged his behaviour\n  he hooked up quick with the influential slang\n  gangsta-strow cornrolls the whole shabbang\n  braggin' n boastin poststandin' n braggin how we 'posed to be\n  hangin' with baby gees I was baggin\n  like why you tryin' hooride up on the bandwagon\n  hopin' they'd hit him in the head\n  but he steady saggin like he a hog\n  creepin' through the smog\n  smokin' on some indo sippin' on a cup of O-Dog\n  like most who come to this West Coast society\n  tryin' to be because they think it's fly to be a menace\n  so what a relic way to end this\n  got rolled up when he was strolling\n  on a (Sundae upper...)\n  some niggas never listen they gotta learn their lesson\n  the hard way i'm guessin' yessin'\n  BD as I hit the B n make a right on Wesson\n  pops in my head (beperpiou) question\n"},{"id":9965284,"name":"Drop (Da Beatminerz remix)","trackName":"Drop (Da Beatminerz remix)","artistName":"The Pharcyde","albumName":"Sold My Soul: The Remix and Rarity 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to your heart beat pumping to a fine\nravine of all things it's a vain of a shrine\nall missions impossible are possible, cause I'm\nheading for a new sector 365\ndays fron now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye\nand each and every true will stick, or fall from the skies of my cloud nine\nfrom homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine\ncontrolling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind\nyou hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying\ntear after tear in the puppet man's hands\nevery time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance\nand the worlds at a stand-still\ndeep in broken mansville\ntrapped in the moat with an anvil, still\nkilling yourself, and dogging ya health\nyou ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself\n\nKnumbskull #1:\n\n(shit is-shit is ill)\nthrough my will\nmy flow still will spill\ntoxic slick to shock sick like electrocute\nwhen I execute, acutely over the rhythm\non those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em\ngot em mad and tremblin\ncause I been up in my lab assemblin\nmisslies, to bomb the enemy\nbecause they envy me, and the making of my mad currency\ncurrently I think we're in a state of an emergency\ncause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow\nand I think they can't follow\nthey can't swallow, the truth because it hurts\nthis is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf\nthe worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is\nI'm going to make a million","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.05] Bootie Brown:\n[00:20.01] Let me freak the funk,\n[00:21.73] obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells\n[00:23.54] I jet propel at a rate that complicate their mental state\n[00:26.96] as I invade their masquerade\n[00:28.69] they couldn't fade with a clipper blade\n[00:30.38] 10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it\n[00:33.00] I let you take a swing, and you bunted\n[00:34.79] for an easy out, I leave MCs with doubt\n[00:37.36] of exceeding, my name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading,\n[00:40.84] they try to follow but they're shallow and hollow\n[00:42.69] I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.\n[00:45.29] they have no key, or no clue\n[00:47.03] to the game at all\n[00:48.70] now they washed up\n[00:50.46] hung out to dry\n[00:51.39] standing looking stupid\n[00:53.17] wondering why\n[00:53.99] (why man?)\n[00:54.84] it was the fame, that they tried to get\n[00:57.40] now they walking around talkin about represent\n[01:00.01] and keep it real, but I got to appeal\n[01:02.69] cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel\n[01:16.61] Slim Kid 3:\n[01:17.52] rock a bye baby,\n[01:18.40] listen to your heart beat pumping to a fine\n[01:19.23] ravine of all things it's a vain of a shrine\n[01:21.05] all missions impossible are possible, cause I'm\n[01:24.50] heading for a new sector 365\n[01:26.22] days fron now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye\n[01:28.82] and each and every true will stick, or fall from the skies of my cloud nine\n[01:33.15] from homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine\n[01:35.72] controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind\n[01:38.36] you hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying\n[01:40.90] tear after tear in the puppet man's hands\n[01:43.59] every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance\n[01:46.15] and the worlds at a stand-still\n[01:47.08] deep in broken mansville\n[01:48.89] trapped in the moat with an anvil, still\n[01:50.55] killing yourself, and dogging ya health\n[01:53.14] you ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself\n[01:56.64] Knumbskull #1:\n[01:57.54] (shit is-shit is ill)\n[01:59.24] through my will\n[02:00.18] my flow still will spill\n[02:01.04] toxic slick to shock sick like electrocute\n[02:01.81] when I execute, acutely over the rhythm\n[02:02.77] on those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em\n[02:06.12] got em mad and tremblin\n[02:07.92] cause I been up in my lab assemblin\n[02:10.54] misslies, to bomb the enemy\n[02:13.17] because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency\n[02:15.87] currently I think we're in a state of an emergency\n[02:18.40] cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow\n[02:21.88] and I think they can't follow\n[02:23.52] they can't swallow, the truth because it hurts\n[02:26.12] this is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf\n[02:29.68] the worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is\n[02:33.19] I'm going to make a million\n[03:36.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drop (Da Beatminerz remix)\n  artist: The Pharcyde\n  album: 'Sold My Soul: The Remix and Rarity Collection'\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Bootie Brown:'\n  start_ms: 7050\n  end_ms: 20010\n- text: Let me freak the funk,\n  start_ms: 20010\n  end_ms: 21730\n- text: obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells\n  start_ms: 21730\n  end_ms: 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