[{"id":1587943,"name":"Don't Say Nuthin'","trackName":"Don't Say Nuthin'","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Don't Say Nuthin","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\nUntil your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\nKeep em playing they position\nKeep making the people listen what I spin\nPut em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\nY'all fake niggas not setting a trend\nWe never listen to them\nIt's like trying to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\nThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\nNow who the type built to last?\nIt's no question, the Master!\nVillain in Black wit no stets in my sound\nHitting you hard from - every direction\nYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\nOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\nShorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\nSuprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\nThirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times they be sticking you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\nOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\nI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\nThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\nBeyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\nGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin, all bets is cancelled\nNigga black ink, red was a G finacial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a stand still\nSee me put the system on lock like can pill\nSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\nCause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.04] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n[00:20.44] Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n[00:22.94] Until your body sound clash\n[00:24.58] Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n[00:26.24] Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n[00:28.31] Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n[00:30.47] Keep em playing they position\n[00:31.92] Keep making the people listen what I spin\n[00:33.92] Put em out on a limb\n[00:35.34] Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n[00:37.66] Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n[00:40.07] We never listen to them\n[00:41.59] It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n[00:42.88] My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n[00:45.72] They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n[00:47.72] Now who the type built to last?\n[00:49.58] It's no question, the Master!\n[00:51.18] Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n[00:53.20] Hitting you hard from - every direction\n[00:55.40] Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n[00:57.86] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[00:59.93] With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[01:02.36] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[01:04.82] Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[01:07.25] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[01:09.45] Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[01:12.28] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[01:14.57] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[01:17.06] Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n[01:19.27] Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n[01:21.36] You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n[01:24.42] Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n[01:26.51] Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n[01:29.05] Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n[01:31.44] Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n[01:34.48] Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n[01:36.35] Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n[01:38.49] Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n[01:41.02] Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n[01:43.78] Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n[01:46.13] C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n[01:48.88] Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n[01:50.95] I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n[01:53.43] And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n[01:56.17] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[01:57.97] With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:00.85] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[02:03.16] Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[02:05.26] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[02:07.75] Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[02:10.16] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[02:12.92] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[02:14.99] Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n[02:17.63] On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n[02:20.35] When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n[02:22.14] To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n[02:24.79] I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n[02:27.53] Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n[02:30.22] Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n[02:32.34] You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n[02:34.21] Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n[02:36.99] Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n[02:39.68] Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n[02:41.42] Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n[02:44.23] We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n[02:47.32] See me put the system on lock like can pill\n[02:49.41] So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n[02:51.39] Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n[02:53.91] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[02:56.23] With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:58.67] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[03:01.45] Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[03:03.72] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[03:05.82] Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[03:08.58] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[03:10.89] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[03:14.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Don't Say Nuthin'\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nuthin\n duration_ms: 216000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! 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Home of the original gun clappers\n start_ms: 77060\n end_ms: 79270\n- text: Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n start_ms: 79270\n end_ms: 81360\n- text: You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n start_ms: 81360\n end_ms: 84420\n- text: Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n start_ms: 84420\n end_ms: 86510\n- text: Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n start_ms: 86510\n end_ms: 89050\n- text: Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n start_ms: 89050\n end_ms: 91440\n- text: Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n start_ms: 91440\n end_ms: 94480\n- text: Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n start_ms: 94480\n end_ms: 96350\n- text: Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n start_ms: 96350\n end_ms: 98490\n- text: Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n start_ms: 98490\n end_ms: 101020\n- text: Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n start_ms: 101020\n end_ms: 103780\n- text: Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n start_ms: 103780\n end_ms: 106130\n- text: C'mon! 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That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n Until your body sound clash\n Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n Keep em playing they position\n Keep making the people listen what I spin\n Put em out on a limb\n Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n We never listen to them\n It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n Now who the type built to last?\n It's no question, the Master!\n Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n Hitting you hard from - every direction\n Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n See me put the system on lock like can pill\n So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n"},{"id":31243620,"name":"Don't Say Nuthin","trackName":"Don't Say Nuthin","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Don't Say Nuthin","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\nUntil your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\nKeep em playing they position\nKeep making the people listen what I spin\nPut em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\nY'all fake niggas not setting a trend\nWe never listen to them\nIt's like trying to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\nThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\nNow who the type built to last?\nIt's no question, the Master!\nVillain in Black wit no stets in my sound\nHitting you hard from - every direction\nYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\nOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\nShorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\nSuprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\nThirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times they be sticking you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\nOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\nI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\nThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\nBeyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\nGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin, all bets is cancelled\nNigga black ink, red was a G finacial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a stand still\nSee me put the system on lock like can pill\nSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\nCause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.59] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n[00:21.17] Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n[00:23.35] Until your body sound clash\n[00:24.88] Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n[00:26.74] Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n[00:28.82] Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n[00:31.32] Keep em playing they position\n[00:32.68] Keep making the people listen what I spin\n[00:34.17] Put em out on a limb\n[00:35.55] Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n[00:38.36] Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n[00:40.06] We never listen to them\n[00:41.54] It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n[00:43.40] My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n[00:46.06] They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n[00:48.41] Now who the type built to last?\n[00:50.27] It's no question, the Master!\n[00:51.53] Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n[00:53.98] Hitting you hard from - every direction\n[00:55.71] Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n[01:02.54] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[01:04.83] With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[01:06.92] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[01:08.16] Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[01:09.57] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[01:12.86] Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[01:13.91] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[01:15.07] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[01:17.93] Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n[01:19.99] Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n[01:22.43] You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n[01:25.02] Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n[01:27.17] Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n[01:29.59] Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n[01:32.10] Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n[01:34.91] Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n[01:37.32] Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n[01:39.22] Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n[01:41.50] Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n[01:43.99] Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n[01:46.56] C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n[01:49.46] Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n[01:51.14] I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n[01:53.51] And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n[01:56.17] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[01:58.31] With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:01.22] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[02:03.44] Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[02:05.94] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[02:08.81] Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[02:11.46] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[02:13.88] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[02:15.73] Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n[02:18.17] On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n[02:20.25] When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n[02:22.59] To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n[02:25.42] I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n[02:28.16] Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n[02:30.07] Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n[02:32.15] You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n[02:35.06] Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n[02:37.50] Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n[02:39.77] Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n[02:42.34] Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n[02:44.80] We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n[02:47.17] See me put the system on lock like can pill\n[02:49.55] So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n[02:51.92] Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n[02:54.40] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[02:55.95] With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:59.21] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[03:01.57] Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[03:04.11] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[03:06.56] Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[03:08.98] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[03:11.59] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[03:13.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Don't Say Nuthin\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nuthin\n duration_ms: 219000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! 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That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n Until your body sound clash\n Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n Keep em playing they position\n Keep making the people listen what I spin\n Put em out on a limb\n Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n We never listen to them\n It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n Now who the type built to last?\n It's no question, the Master!\n Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n Hitting you hard from - every direction\n Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n See me put the system on lock like can pill\n So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n"},{"id":39987114,"name":"Don't Say Nuthin (Instrumental)","trackName":"Don't Say Nuthin (Instrumental)","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Don't Say Nuthin","duration":216.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Don't Say Nuthin (Instrumental)\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nuthin\n duration_ms: 216000\n instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":30645828,"name":"Don't Say Nuthin","trackName":"Don't Say Nuthin","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Don't Say Nuthin 12''","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\nUntil your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\nKeep em playing they position\nKeep making the people listen what I spin\nPut em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\nY'all fake niggas not setting a trend\nWe never listen to them\nIt's like trying to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\nThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\nNow who the type built to last?\nIt's no question, the Master!\nVillain in Black wit no stets in my sound\nHitting you hard from - every direction\nYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\nOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\nShorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\nSuprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\nThirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times they be sticking you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\nOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\nI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\nThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\nBeyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\nGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin, all bets is cancelled\nNigga black ink, red was a G finacial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a stand still\nSee me put the system on lock like can pill\nSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\nCause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.59] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n[00:21.17] Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n[00:23.35] Until your body sound clash\n[00:24.88] Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n[00:26.74] Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n[00:28.82] Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n[00:31.32] Keep em playing they position\n[00:32.68] Keep making the people listen what I spin\n[00:34.17] Put em out on a limb\n[00:35.55] Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n[00:38.36] Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n[00:40.06] We never listen to them\n[00:41.54] It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n[00:43.40] My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n[00:46.06] They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n[00:48.41] Now who the type built to last?\n[00:50.27] It's no question, the Master!\n[00:51.53] Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n[00:53.98] Hitting you hard from - every direction\n[00:55.71] Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n[01:02.54] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[01:04.83] With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[01:06.92] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[01:08.16] Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[01:09.57] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[01:12.86] Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[01:13.91] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[01:15.07] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[01:17.93] Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n[01:19.99] Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n[01:22.43] You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n[01:25.02] Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n[01:27.17] Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n[01:29.59] Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n[01:32.10] Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n[01:34.91] Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n[01:37.32] Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n[01:39.22] Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n[01:41.50] Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n[01:43.99] Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n[01:46.56] C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n[01:49.46] Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n[01:51.14] I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n[01:53.51] And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n[01:56.17] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[01:58.31] With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:01.22] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[02:03.44] Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[02:05.94] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[02:08.81] Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[02:11.46] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[02:13.88] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[02:15.73] Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n[02:18.17] On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n[02:20.25] When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n[02:22.59] To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n[02:25.42] I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n[02:28.16] Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n[02:30.07] Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n[02:32.15] You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n[02:35.06] Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n[02:37.50] Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n[02:39.77] Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n[02:42.34] Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n[02:44.80] We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n[02:47.17] See me put the system on lock like can pill\n[02:49.55] So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n[02:51.92] Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n[02:54.40] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[02:55.95] With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:59.21] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[03:01.57] Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[03:04.11] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[03:06.56] Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[03:08.98] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[03:11.59] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[03:13.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Don't Say Nuthin\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nuthin 12''\n duration_ms: 217000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! 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That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n Until your body sound clash\n Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n Keep em playing they position\n Keep making the people listen what I spin\n Put em out on a limb\n Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n We never listen to them\n It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n Now who the type built to last?\n It's no question, the Master!\n Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n Hitting you hard from - every direction\n Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n See me put the system on lock like can pill\n So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n"},{"id":5135087,"name":"Don't Say Nuthin' - A Cappella","trackName":"Don't Say Nuthin' - A Cappella","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Don't Say Nuthin","duration":180.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\nUntil your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\nKeep em playing they position\nKeep making the people listen what I spin\nPut em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\nY'all fake niggas not setting a trend\nWe never listen to them\nIt's like trying to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\nThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\nNow who the type built to last?\nIt's no question, the Master!\nVillain in Black wit no stets in my sound\nHitting you hard from - every direction\nYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\nOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\nShorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\nSuprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\nThirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times they be sticking you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\nOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\nI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\nThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\nBeyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\nGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin, all bets is cancelled\nNigga black ink, red was a G finacial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a stand still\nSee me put the system on lock like can pill\nSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\nCause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n[00:04.38] Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n[00:06.12] Until your body sound clash\n[00:07.62] Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n[00:09.24] Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n[00:11.66] Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n[00:14.17] Keep em playing they position\n[00:15.29] Keep making the people listen what I spin\n[00:17.38] Put em out on a limb\n[00:18.32] Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n[00:21.22] Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n[00:23.18] We never listen to them\n[00:24.28] It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n[00:26.10] My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n[00:28.80] They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n[00:31.26] Now who the type built to last?\n[00:32.83] It's no question, the Master!\n[00:34.46] Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n[00:36.52] Hitting you hard from - every direction\n[00:38.45] Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n[00:41.15] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[00:43.48] with the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[00:46.07] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[00:47.96] just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[00:50.37] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[00:52.86] gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[00:55.52] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[00:57.51] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[01:00.35] Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n[01:02.74] Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n[01:05.28] You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n[01:07.85] Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n[01:10.50] Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n[01:12.93] Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n[01:14.99] Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n[01:17.53] Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n[01:19.78] Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n[01:22.05] Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n[01:24.53] Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n[01:26.87] Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n[01:29.07] C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n[01:31.75] Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n[01:34.06] I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n[01:36.46] And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n[01:39.25] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[01:41.36] with the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[01:44.22] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[01:46.09] just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[01:48.63] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[01:50.95] gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[01:53.74] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[01:55.78] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[01:58.23] Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n[02:00.82] On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n[02:03.24] When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n[02:05.40] To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n[02:07.88] I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n[02:10.87] Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n[02:13.42] Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n[02:15.43] You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n[02:17.72] Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n[02:20.11] Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n[02:23.00] Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n[02:24.92] Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n[02:27.53] We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n[02:30.27] See me put the system on lock like can pill\n[02:32.55] So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n[02:34.82] Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n[02:37.12] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[02:39.88] with the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:42.39] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[02:44.20] just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[02:46.73] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[02:49.06] gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[02:51.96] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[02:53.99] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[03:00.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Don't Say Nuthin' - A Cappella\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nuthin\n duration_ms: 180000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n start_ms: 10\n end_ms: 4380\n- text: Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n start_ms: 4380\n end_ms: 6120\n- text: Until your body sound clash\n start_ms: 6120\n end_ms: 7620\n- text: Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n start_ms: 7620\n end_ms: 9240\n- text: Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n start_ms: 9240\n end_ms: 11660\n- text: Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n start_ms: 11660\n end_ms: 14170\n- text: Keep em playing they position\n start_ms: 14170\n end_ms: 15290\n- text: Keep making the people listen what I spin\n start_ms: 15290\n end_ms: 17380\n- text: Put em out on a limb\n start_ms: 17380\n end_ms: 18320\n- text: Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n start_ms: 18320\n end_ms: 21220\n- text: Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n start_ms: 21220\n end_ms: 23180\n- text: We never listen to them\n start_ms: 23180\n end_ms: 24280\n- text: It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n start_ms: 24280\n end_ms: 26100\n- text: My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n start_ms: 26100\n end_ms: 28800\n- text: They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n start_ms: 28800\n end_ms: 31260\n- text: Now who the type built to last?\n start_ms: 31260\n end_ms: 32830\n- text: It's no question, the Master!\n start_ms: 32830\n end_ms: 34460\n- text: Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n start_ms: 34460\n end_ms: 36520\n- text: Hitting you hard from - every direction\n start_ms: 36520\n end_ms: 38450\n- text: Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n start_ms: 38450\n end_ms: 41150\n- text: When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n start_ms: 41150\n end_ms: 43480\n- text: with the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n start_ms: 43480\n end_ms: 46070\n- text: Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n start_ms: 46070\n end_ms: 47960\n- text: just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n start_ms: 47960\n end_ms: 50370\n- text: When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n start_ms: 50370\n end_ms: 52860\n- text: gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n start_ms: 52860\n end_ms: 55520\n- text: Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n start_ms: 55520\n end_ms: 57510\n- text: I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n start_ms: 57510\n end_ms: 60350\n- text: Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n start_ms: 60350\n end_ms: 62740\n- text: Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n start_ms: 62740\n end_ms: 65280\n- text: You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n start_ms: 65280\n end_ms: 67850\n- text: Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n start_ms: 67850\n end_ms: 70500\n- text: Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n start_ms: 70500\n end_ms: 72930\n- text: Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n start_ms: 72930\n end_ms: 74990\n- text: Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n start_ms: 74990\n end_ms: 77530\n- text: Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n start_ms: 77530\n end_ms: 79780\n- text: Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n start_ms: 79780\n end_ms: 82050\n- text: Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n start_ms: 82050\n end_ms: 84530\n- text: Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n start_ms: 84530\n end_ms: 86870\n- text: Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n start_ms: 86870\n end_ms: 89070\n- text: C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n start_ms: 89070\n end_ms: 91750\n- text: Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n start_ms: 91750\n end_ms: 94060\n- text: I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n start_ms: 94060\n end_ms: 96460\n- text: And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n start_ms: 96460\n end_ms: 99250\n- text: When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n start_ms: 99250\n end_ms: 101360\n- text: with the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n start_ms: 101360\n end_ms: 104220\n- text: Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n start_ms: 104220\n end_ms: 106090\n- text: just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n start_ms: 106090\n end_ms: 108630\n- text: When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n start_ms: 108630\n end_ms: 110950\n- text: gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n start_ms: 110950\n end_ms: 113740\n- text: Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n start_ms: 113740\n end_ms: 115780\n- text: I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n start_ms: 115780\n end_ms: 118230\n- text: Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n start_ms: 118230\n end_ms: 120820\n- text: On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n start_ms: 120820\n end_ms: 123240\n- text: When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n start_ms: 123240\n end_ms: 125400\n- text: To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n start_ms: 125400\n end_ms: 127880\n- text: I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n start_ms: 127880\n end_ms: 130870\n- text: Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n start_ms: 130870\n end_ms: 133420\n- text: Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n start_ms: 133420\n end_ms: 135430\n- text: You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n start_ms: 135430\n end_ms: 137720\n- text: Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n start_ms: 137720\n end_ms: 140110\n- text: Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n start_ms: 140110\n end_ms: 143000\n- text: Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n start_ms: 143000\n end_ms: 144920\n- text: Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n start_ms: 144920\n end_ms: 147530\n- text: We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n start_ms: 147530\n end_ms: 150270\n- text: See me put the system on lock like can pill\n start_ms: 150270\n end_ms: 152550\n- text: So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n start_ms: 152550\n end_ms: 154820\n- text: Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n start_ms: 154820\n end_ms: 157120\n- text: When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n start_ms: 157120\n end_ms: 159880\n- text: with the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n start_ms: 159880\n end_ms: 162390\n- text: Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n start_ms: 162390\n end_ms: 164200\n- text: just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n start_ms: 164200\n end_ms: 166730\n- text: When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n start_ms: 166730\n end_ms: 169060\n- text: gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n start_ms: 169060\n end_ms: 171960\n- text: Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n start_ms: 171960\n end_ms: 173990\n- text: I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n start_ms: 173990\n end_ms: 180520\nplain: |-\n Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n Until your body sound clash\n Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n Keep em playing they position\n Keep making the people listen what I spin\n Put em out on a limb\n Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n We never listen to them\n It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n Now who the type built to last?\n It's no question, the Master!\n Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n Hitting you hard from - every direction\n Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n See me put the system on lock like can pill\n So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n"},{"id":25291425,"name":"Don't Say Nuthin' (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Don't Say Nuthin' (Radio Edit)","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Don't Say Nuthin'","duration":218.906122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\nUntil your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant, foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\nKeep em playing they position\nKeep making the people listen what I spin\nPut em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\nY'all fake niggas not setting a trend\nWe never listen to them\nIt's like trying to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\nThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\nNow who the type built to last?\nIt's no question, the Master!\nVillain in Black wit no stets in my sound\nHitting you hard from - every direction\nYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\nYeah\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nJust give it here, and don't say nuthin'\nCut the check\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nNigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'\nYeah Illadelph, home of the original gun clappers\nOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress\nShorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\nSurprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\nThirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times they be sticking you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\nYeah\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nJust give it here, and don't say nuthin'\nCut the check\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nNigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'\nYeah, it ain't nothin' like I rush I get, in front of the band\nOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin'\nI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\nThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\nBeyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\nGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin', all bets is canceled\nNigga black ink, red was a G financial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a stand still\nSee me put the system on lock like can pill\nSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\nCause my click come a full sizable portions\nYeah\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nJust give it here, and don't say nuthin'\nCut the check\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nNigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.11] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n[00:20.52] Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n[00:22.73] Until your body sound clash\n[00:24.33] Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n[00:26.15] Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant, foul rowdy\n[00:28.43] Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n[00:30.86] Keep em playing they position\n[00:31.97] Keep making the people listen what I spin\n[00:33.83] Put em out on a limb\n[00:34.95] Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n[00:37.92] Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n[00:39.65] We never listen to them\n[00:41.01] It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n[00:42.74] My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n[00:45.43] They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n[00:47.80] Now who the type built to last?\n[00:49.40] It's no question, the Master!\n[00:50.77] Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n[00:53.04] Hitting you hard from - every direction\n[00:55.13] Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n[00:57.62] Yeah\n[01:02.69] Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[01:04.75] Just give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[01:07.08] Cut the check\n[01:12.26] Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[01:14.45] Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[01:16.75] Yeah Illadelph, home of the original gun clappers\n[01:19.26] Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n[01:21.85] You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n[01:24.24] Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress\n[01:26.76] Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n[01:29.12] Surprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n[01:31.55] Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n[01:34.21] Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n[01:36.40] Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n[01:38.58] Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n[01:40.93] Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n[01:43.44] Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n[01:46.11] C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n[01:48.32] Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n[01:50.66] I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n[01:52.93] And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n[01:55.84] Yeah\n[02:00.88] Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[02:02.85] Just give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[02:09.25] Cut the check\n[02:10.33] Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[02:12.49] Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[02:14.62] Yeah, it ain't nothin' like I rush I get, in front of the band\n[02:17.40] On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n[02:19.76] When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n[02:22.01] To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin'\n[02:24.61] I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n[02:27.53] Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n[02:30.00] Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n[02:31.83] You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n[02:34.46] Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n[02:36.70] Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n[02:39.42] Next joint comin', all bets is canceled\n[02:41.73] Nigga black ink, red was a G financial\n[02:44.22] We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n[02:46.62] See me put the system on lock like can pill\n[02:49.16] So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n[02:51.46] Cause my click come a full sizable portions\n[02:53.56] Yeah\n[02:59.00] Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[03:01.16] Just give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[03:07.74] Cut the check\n[03:08.80] Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[03:10.77] Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Don't Say Nuthin' (Radio Edit)\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nuthin'\n duration_ms: 218906\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! 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That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\nUntil your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\nKeep em playing they position\nKeep making the people listen what I spin\nPut em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\nY'all fake niggas not setting a trend\nWe never listen to them\nIt's like trying to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\nThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\nNow who the type built to last?\nIt's no question, the Master!\nVillain in Black wit no stets in my sound\nHitting you hard from - every direction\nYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\nOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\nShorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\nSuprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\nThirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times they be sticking you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\nOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\nI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\nThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\nBeyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\nGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin, all bets is cancelled\nNigga black ink, red was a G finacial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a stand still\nSee me put the system on lock like can pill\nSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\nCause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Don't Say Nuthin' (A Cappella)\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nuthin'-VLS\n duration_ms: 179148\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n Until your body sound clash\n Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n Keep em playing they position\n Keep making the people listen what I spin\n Put em out on a limb\n Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n We never listen to them\n It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n Now who the type built to last?\n It's no question, the Master!\n Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n Hitting you hard from - every direction\n Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n See me put the system on lock like can pill\n So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n"},{"id":13792969,"name":"1 - Don't Say Nuthin' (Album)","trackName":"1 - Don't Say Nuthin' (Album)","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Don't Say Nuthin'-VLS","duration":216.032653,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, that all mighty amazin', ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze South splash like a shot from a gauge until your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deep tight, disposition keep on flippin'\nKeep 'em playin' they position, keep makin' the people listen\nWhat I spin put 'em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat leakin' out of the pen\n\nY'all fake niggas not settin' a trend\nWe never listen to them, it's like tryin' to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doin' visitors in, yo, don't test 'em\nThey all standin' close to the edge, so don't stress 'em\nNow, who the type built to last? 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That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\nUntil your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\nKeep em playing they position\nKeep making the people listen what I spin\nPut em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\nY'all fake niggas not setting a trend\nWe never listen to them\nIt's like trying to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\nThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\nNow who the type built to last?\nIt's no question, the Master!\nVillain in Black wit no stets in my sound\nHitting you hard from - every direction\nYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nwith the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\njust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\ngettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\nOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\nShorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\nSuprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\nThirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times they be sticking you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nwith the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\njust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\ngettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\nOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\nI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\nThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\nBeyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\nGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin, all bets is cancelled\nNigga black ink, red was a G finacial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a stand still\nSee me put the system on lock like can pill\nSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\nCause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nwith the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\njust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\ngettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.02] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n[00:20.48] Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n[00:22.93] Until your body sound clash\n[00:24.58] Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n[00:26.25] Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n[00:28.33] Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n[00:30.47] Keep em playing they position\n[00:31.97] Keep making the people listen what I spin\n[00:33.95] Put em out on a limb\n[00:35.36] Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n[00:37.66] Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n[00:40.05] We never listen to them\n[00:41.56] It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n[00:42.82] My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n[00:45.79] They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n[00:47.73] Now who the type built to last?\n[00:49.55] It's no question, the Master!\n[00:51.14] Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n[00:53.28] Hitting you hard from - every direction\n[00:55.43] Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n[00:57.82] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[00:59.94] with the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[01:02.30] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[01:04.88] just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[01:07.27] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[01:09.42] gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[01:12.23] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[01:14.52] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[01:17.01] Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n[01:19.29] Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n[01:21.31] You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n[01:24.43] Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n[01:26.57] Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n[01:29.05] Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n[01:31.42] Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n[01:34.42] Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n[01:36.38] Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n[01:38.49] Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n[01:41.00] Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n[01:43.73] Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n[01:46.16] C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n[01:48.86] Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n[01:50.99] I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n[01:53.42] And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n[01:56.18] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[01:57.98] with the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:00.86] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[02:03.13] just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[02:05.23] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[02:07.74] gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[02:10.17] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[02:12.95] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[02:14.99] Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n[02:17.68] On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n[02:20.33] When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n[02:22.16] To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n[02:24.71] I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n[02:27.57] Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n[02:30.28] Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n[02:32.31] You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n[02:34.28] Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n[02:36.91] Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n[02:39.66] Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n[02:41.44] Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n[02:44.25] We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n[02:47.37] See me put the system on lock like can pill\n[02:49.47] So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n[02:51.34] Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n[02:53.97] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[02:56.27] with the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:58.68] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[03:01.43] just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[03:03.73] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[03:05.88] gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[03:08.56] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[03:10.82] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[03:14.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 4 - Don't Say Nuthin' (Radio)\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nuthin'-VLS\n duration_ms: 216424\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! 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That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n Until your body sound clash\n Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n Keep em playing they position\n Keep making the people listen what I spin\n Put em out on a limb\n Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n We never listen to them\n It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n Now who the type built to last?\n It's no question, the Master!\n Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n Hitting you hard from - every direction\n Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n with the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n with the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n See me put the system on lock like can pill\n So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n with the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n"},{"id":24620668,"name":"Don't Say Nuthin (A Cappella)","trackName":"Don't Say Nuthin (A Cappella)","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Don't Say Nuthin 12''","duration":180.504,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\nUntil your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\nKeep em playing they position\nKeep making the people listen what I spin\nPut em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\nY'all fake niggas not setting a trend\nWe never listen to them\nIt's like trying to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\nThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\nNow who the type built to last?\nIt's no question, the Master!\nVillain in Black wit no stets in my sound\nHitting you hard from - every direction\nYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\nOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\nShorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\nSuprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\nThirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times they be sticking you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\nOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\nI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\nThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\nBeyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\nGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin, all bets is cancelled\nNigga black ink, red was a G finacial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a stand still\nSee me put the system on lock like can pill\nSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\nCause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Don't Say Nuthin (A Cappella)\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nuthin 12''\n duration_ms: 180504\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n Until your body sound clash\n Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n Keep em playing they position\n Keep making the people listen what I spin\n Put em out on a limb\n Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n We never listen to them\n It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n Now who the type built to last?\n It's no question, the Master!\n Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n Hitting you hard from - every direction\n Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n See me put the system on lock like can pill\n So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n"},{"id":13792997,"name":"5 - Don't Say Nuthin' (Radio Inst.)","trackName":"5 - Don't Say Nuthin' (Radio Inst.)","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Don't Say Nuthin'-VLS","duration":216.52898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\nUntil your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\nKeep em playing they position\nKeep making the people listen what I spin\nPut em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\nY'all fake niggas not setting a trend\nWe never listen to them\nIt's like trying to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\nThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\nNow who the type built to last?\nIt's no question, the Master!\nVillain in Black wit no stets in my sound\nHitting you hard from - every direction\nYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nwith the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\njust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\ngettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\nOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\nShorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\nSuprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\nThirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times they be sticking you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nwith the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\njust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\ngettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\nOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\nI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\nThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\nBeyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\nGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin, all bets is cancelled\nNigga black ink, red was a G finacial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a stand still\nSee me put the system on lock like can pill\nSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\nCause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nwith the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\njust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\ngettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.02] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n[00:20.48] Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n[00:22.93] Until your body sound clash\n[00:24.58] Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n[00:26.25] Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n[00:28.33] Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n[00:30.47] Keep em playing they position\n[00:31.97] Keep making the people listen what I spin\n[00:33.95] Put em out on a limb\n[00:35.36] Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n[00:37.66] Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n[00:40.05] We never listen to them\n[00:41.56] It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n[00:42.82] My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n[00:45.79] They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n[00:47.73] Now who the type built to last?\n[00:49.55] It's no question, the Master!\n[00:51.14] Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n[00:53.28] Hitting you hard from - every direction\n[00:55.43] Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n[00:57.82] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[00:59.94] with the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[01:02.30] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[01:04.88] just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[01:07.27] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[01:09.42] gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[01:12.23] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[01:14.52] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[01:17.01] Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n[01:19.29] Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n[01:21.31] You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n[01:24.43] Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n[01:26.57] Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n[01:29.05] Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n[01:31.42] Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n[01:34.42] Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n[01:36.38] Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n[01:38.49] Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n[01:41.00] Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n[01:43.73] Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n[01:46.16] C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n[01:48.86] Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n[01:50.99] I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n[01:53.42] And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n[01:56.18] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[01:57.98] with the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:00.86] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[02:03.13] just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[02:05.23] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[02:07.74] gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[02:10.17] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[02:12.95] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[02:14.99] Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n[02:17.68] On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n[02:20.33] When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n[02:22.16] To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n[02:24.71] I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n[02:27.57] Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n[02:30.28] Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n[02:32.31] You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n[02:34.28] Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n[02:36.91] Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n[02:39.66] Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n[02:41.44] Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n[02:44.25] We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n[02:47.37] See me put the system on lock like can pill\n[02:49.47] So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n[02:51.34] Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n[02:53.97] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[02:56.27] with the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:58.68] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[03:01.43] just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[03:03.73] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[03:05.88] gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[03:08.56] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[03:10.82] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[03:14.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 5 - Don't Say Nuthin' (Radio Inst.)\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nuthin'-VLS\n duration_ms: 216529\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! 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That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n Until your body sound clash\n Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n Keep em playing they position\n Keep making the people listen what I spin\n Put em out on a limb\n Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n We never listen to them\n It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n Now who the type built to last?\n It's no question, the Master!\n Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n Hitting you hard from - every direction\n Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n with the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n with the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n See me put the system on lock like can pill\n So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n with the naz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n"},{"id":13791650,"name":"3 - Don't Say Nuthin' (A Cappella)","trackName":"3 - Don't Say Nuthin' (A Cappella)","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Don't Say Nuthin'-VLS","duration":179.147755,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\nUntil your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\nKeep em playing they position\nKeep making the people listen what I spin\nPut em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\nY'all fake niggas not setting a trend\nWe never listen to them\nIt's like trying to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\nThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\nNow who the type built to last?\nIt's no question, the Master!\nVillain in Black wit no stets in my sound\nHitting you hard from - every direction\nYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nwith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\njust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\ngettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\nOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\nShorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\nSuprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\nThirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times they be sticking you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nwith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\njust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\ngettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\nOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\nI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\nThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\nBeyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\nGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin, all bets is cancelled\nNigga black ink, red was a G finacial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a stand still\nSee me put the system on lock like can pill\nSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\nCause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nwith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\njust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\ngettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 3 - Don't Say Nuthin' (A Cappella)\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nuthin'-VLS\n duration_ms: 179148\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n Until your body sound clash\n Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n Keep em playing they position\n Keep making the people listen what I spin\n Put em out on a limb\n Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n We never listen to them\n It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n Now who the type built to last?\n It's no question, the Master!\n Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n Hitting you hard from - every direction\n Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n with the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n with the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n See me put the system on lock like can pill\n So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n with the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n"},{"id":37240709,"name":"Don't Say Nuthin'","trackName":"Don't Say Nuthin'","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Don't Say Nuthin'-VL","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\nUntil your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\nKeep em playing they position\nKeep making the people listen what I spin\nPut em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\nY'all fake niggas not setting a trend\nWe never listen to them\nIt's like trying to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\nThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\nNow who the type built to last?\nIt's no question, the Master!\nVillain in Black wit no stets in my sound\nHitting you hard from - every direction\nYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\nOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\nShorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\nSuprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\nThirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times they be sticking you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\nYeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\nOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\nI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\nThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\nBeyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\nGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin, all bets is cancelled\nNigga black ink, red was a G finacial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a stand still\nSee me put the system on lock like can pill\nSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\nCause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\nWith the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin',\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\nWhen the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\nGettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\nGive it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\nI'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing","syncedLyrics":"[00:18.59] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n[00:21.17] Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n[00:23.35] Until your body sound clash\n[00:24.88] Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n[00:26.74] Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n[00:28.82] Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n[00:31.32] Keep em playing they position\n[00:32.68] Keep making the people listen what I spin\n[00:34.17] Put em out on a limb\n[00:35.55] Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n[00:38.36] Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n[00:40.06] We never listen to them\n[00:41.54] It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n[00:43.40] My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n[00:46.06] They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n[00:48.41] Now who the type built to last?\n[00:50.27] It's no question, the Master!\n[00:51.53] Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n[00:53.98] Hitting you hard from - every direction\n[00:55.71] Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n[01:02.54] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[01:04.83] With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[01:06.92] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[01:08.16] Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[01:09.57] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[01:12.86] Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[01:13.91] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[01:15.07] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[01:17.93] Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n[01:19.99] Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n[01:22.43] You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n[01:25.02] Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n[01:27.17] Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n[01:29.59] Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n[01:32.10] Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n[01:34.91] Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n[01:37.32] Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n[01:39.22] Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n[01:41.50] Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n[01:43.99] Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n[01:46.56] C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n[01:49.46] Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n[01:51.14] I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n[01:53.51] And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n[01:56.17] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[01:58.31] With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:01.22] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[02:03.44] Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[02:05.94] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[02:08.81] Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[02:11.46] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[02:13.88] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[02:15.73] Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n[02:18.17] On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n[02:20.25] When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n[02:22.59] To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n[02:25.42] I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n[02:28.16] Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n[02:30.07] Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n[02:32.15] You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n[02:35.06] Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n[02:37.50] Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n[02:39.77] Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n[02:42.34] Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n[02:44.80] We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n[02:47.17] See me put the system on lock like can pill\n[02:49.55] So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n[02:51.92] Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n[02:54.40] When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n[02:55.95] With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n[02:59.21] Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n[03:01.57] Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n[03:04.11] When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n[03:06.56] Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n[03:08.98] Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n[03:11.59] I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n[03:13.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Don't Say Nuthin'\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nuthin'-VL\n duration_ms: 216000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! 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That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n Until your body sound clash\n Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy\n Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n Keep em playing they position\n Keep making the people listen what I spin\n Put em out on a limb\n Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n We never listen to them\n It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n Now who the type built to last?\n It's no question, the Master!\n Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n Hitting you hard from - every direction\n Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers\n Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress\n Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n\n Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band\n On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin\n I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled\n Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial\n We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n See me put the system on lock like can pill\n So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n Cause my click come a full sizeable portions\n\n When the saint on the ground with his nine on line,\n With the n***az who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand.\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin',\n Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'...\n When the team on the set with the guns gone clap,\n Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check.\n Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin',\n I'm sayin... give it here and don't say nothing\n"},{"id":28841088,"name":"Don't Say Nuthin (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Don't Say Nuthin (Radio Edit)","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Don't Say Nothing (Single)","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\nKamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\nUntil your body sound clash\nHead of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\nBeats bring the beast out me, flagrant, foul rowdy\nReed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\nKeep em playing they position\nKeep making the people listen what I spin\nPut em out on a limb\nGot tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\nY'all fake niggas not setting a trend\nWe never listen to them\nIt's like trying to take a piss in the wind\nMy home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\nThey all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\nNow who the type built to last?\nIt's no question, the Master!\nVillain in Black wit no stets in my sound\nHitting you hard from - every direction\nYour head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\nYeah\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nJust give it here, and don't say nuthin'\nCut the check\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nNigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'\nYeah Illadelph, home of the original gun clappers\nOut on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress\nShorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\nSurprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\nThirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times they be sticking you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\nYeah\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nJust give it here, and don't say nuthin'\nCut the check\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nNigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'\nYeah, it ain't nothin' like I rush I get, in front of the band\nOn stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform, from aynonomous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin'\nI'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\nThicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\nBeyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\nGive it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin', all bets is canceled\nNigga black ink, red was a G financial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a stand still\nSee me put the system on lock like can pill\nSo get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\nCause my click come a full sizable portions\nYeah\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nJust give it here, and don't say nuthin'\nCut the check\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nNigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.11] Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious\n[00:20.52] Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge\n[00:22.73] Until your body sound clash\n[00:24.33] Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n[00:26.15] Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant, foul rowdy\n[00:28.43] Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping\n[00:30.86] Keep em playing they position\n[00:31.97] Keep making the people listen what I spin\n[00:33.83] Put em out on a limb\n[00:34.95] Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen\n[00:37.92] Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend\n[00:39.65] We never listen to them\n[00:41.01] It's like trying to take a piss in the wind\n[00:42.74] My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em\n[00:45.43] They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em\n[00:47.80] Now who the type built to last?\n[00:49.40] It's no question, the Master!\n[00:50.77] Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound\n[00:53.04] Hitting you hard from - every direction\n[00:55.13] Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!\n[00:57.62] Yeah\n[01:02.69] Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[01:04.75] Just give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[01:07.08] Cut the check\n[01:12.26] Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[01:14.45] Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[01:16.75] Yeah Illadelph, home of the original gun clappers\n[01:19.26] Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards\n[01:21.85] You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk\n[01:24.24] Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress\n[01:26.76] Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas\n[01:29.12] Surprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless\n[01:31.55] Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\n[01:34.21] Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n[01:36.40] Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\n[01:38.58] Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\n[01:40.93] Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D\n[01:43.44] Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe\n[01:46.11] C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n[01:48.32] Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n[01:50.66] I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n[01:52.93] And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n[01:55.84] Yeah\n[02:00.88] Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[02:02.85] Just give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[02:09.25] Cut the check\n[02:10.33] Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[02:12.49] Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[02:14.62] Yeah, it ain't nothin' like I rush I get, in front of the band\n[02:17.40] On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n[02:19.76] When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n[02:22.01] To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin'\n[02:24.61] I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n[02:27.53] Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n[02:30.00] Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n[02:31.83] You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n[02:34.46] Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n[02:36.70] Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n[02:39.42] Next joint comin', all bets is canceled\n[02:41.73] Nigga black ink, red was a G financial\n[02:44.22] We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n[02:46.62] See me put the system on lock like can pill\n[02:49.16] So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n[02:51.46] Cause my click come a full sizable portions\n[02:53.56] Yeah\n[02:59.00] Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[03:01.16] Just give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[03:07.74] Cut the check\n[03:08.80] Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n[03:10.77] Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Don't Say Nuthin (Radio Edit)\n artist: The Roots\n album: Don't Say Nothing (Single)\n duration_ms: 219000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! 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Stick up kids, they be out to tax\n Most times they be sticking you without the gats\n I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\n And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga\n Yeah\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n Just give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n Cut the check\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n Yeah, it ain't nothin' like I rush I get, in front of the band\n On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand\n When a brother transform, from aynonomous man\n To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin'\n I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang\n Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain\n Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\n You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected\n Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\n Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil\n Next joint comin', all bets is canceled\n Nigga black ink, red was a G financial\n We finna have the whole industry at a stand still\n See me put the system on lock like can pill\n So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n Cause my click come a full sizable portions\n Yeah\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n Just give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n Cut the check\n Give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin'\n"},{"id":13468101,"name":"Don't Say Nuthin","trackName":"Don't Say Nuthin","artistName":"The Roots","albumName":"Home Grown! 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It's no question\nThe master, villain in black wit' no Stetson\nMy sound hittin' you hard from every direction\nYour head and shoulder area, your midsection, dawg!\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line\nWith the niggas who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nJust give it here, just give it here and don't say nuthin'\nWhen the team on set with the guns that gon' clap\nGettin' down on everythin', hmm, cut the check\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'\n\nYeah, Illadelph, home of the original gun-clappaz\nOut on the wrong corner, your shit'll get spun backwards\nYou got the fool wantin' the rules, enter at risk\nOr your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress\nShorties runnin' reckless from Philly to Texas\nSurprisin' what niggas willin' to do to get a necklace\nSome emotions felt better left unexpressed at times\nNiggas' crime record longer than a guest list\n\nYes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe\nSeen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve\nSilhouettes waitin' in the wings ready to D\nThirsty sheists who need at least a buck to breathe\nC'mon, stick-up kids, they be out to tax\nMost times, they be stickin' you without the gats\nI'll still be on the grind when it all collapse\nAnd if it's mine, word is bond, I'ma take it right back, nigga\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line\nWith the niggas who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand\nGive it here and don't say nuthin'\nJust give it here, just give it here and don't say nuthin'\nWhen the team on set with the guns that gon' clap\nGettin' down on everythin', hmm, cut the check\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'\n\nYeah, it ain't nothin like the rush I get in front of the band\nOn stage, wit' the planet in the palm of my hand\nWhen a brother transform from anonymous man\nTo the force, crush whoever might've thought I was playin'\nI'ma flame some sinister shit, the code twister\nSlang thicker than Big Boi baby mom's sister\nPain beyond measure, relaxed under pressure\nYou see the masterpiece, but to me, it's unperfected\n\nGive it here, Geffen Records, I'm off the handle\nCut the check, and yo, it better be as heavy as anvil\nNext joint comin', all bets is canceled\nNigga, Black Ink, Grand Wizzard, Gee Financial\nWe finna have the whole industry at a standstill\nSee me put the system on lock like Camp Hill\nSo get wit' them endorsements, and call reinforcements\n'Cause my clique come a full sizable portion, yeah!\n\nWhen the saint on the ground with his nine on line\nWith the niggas who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nJust give it here, just give it here and don't say nuthin'\nWhen the team on set with the guns that gon' clap\nGettin' down on everything, hmm, cut the check\nGive it here, and don't say nuthin'\nJust give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.29] Yeah, that all mighty amazin', ill, highly contagious\n[00:20.96] Kamikaze South splash like a shot from a gauge until your body sound clash\n[00:24.84] Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude\n[00:26.29] Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant foul rowdy\n[00:28.89] Reed pipe but deep tight, disposition keep on flippin'\n[00:31.23] Keep 'em playin' they position, keep makin' the people listen\n[00:33.60] What I spin put 'em out on a limb\n[00:35.56] Got tears, got blood, got sweat leakin' out of the pen\n[00:38.50] Y'all fake niggas not settin' a trend\n[00:40.37] We never listen to them, it's like tryin' to take a piss in the wind\n[00:43.19] My home team doin' visitors in, yo, don't test 'em\n[00:45.94] They all standin' close to the edge, so don't stress 'em\n[00:48.20] Now, who the type built to last? 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type, I'm adjusting my mic\nGo to war kid I'll give you any weapon you like\nGive you something to run from\n, Bust off your dum-dum\nStop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from\nIt's philly world-wide phenomenom\nAnd reinforcin' that shit is my 9-to-5\nAnd when I finish making you recognize\nI'm getin' at a couple civilized women that's tryin' to ride\nYou were waitin' on the raw to come off the oil\nYou wanna get the bitches up off the wall\nJust to see you smile and enjoy yourself\nTo keep you in health, this for all of y'all\nI'm quick on the draw like Black McGraw\nAnd I can't tell what y'all cats rappin' for\n\nMy name 'riq geez and I'm back for more\nTo get more chips than the corner store\nWith a portrait of Malcom X on the door\nWhile I'm eatin' MCs like a carnivore\nMatter fact, ease back 'fore you get harmed\nRing the, warning horn when I'm gon' perform\nThe first nigga that move, or disturb the goove\nI'm a have y'all flicks on the evening news\nPlay y'all part - get on y'all P's and Q's\nAnd when y'all think Thought, be prepared to lose\nBring money to spend and somebody to lend\nAnd some worthwhile money not twenties and tens\nGet took for your tuck right in front of your 'hens\nWho coulda help you nigga, not none of ya friends\nBecause, I put a black fist under ya chin\nHave your physical remains found under the pen\nIf I'm coming up in the place, I'm coming to win\nWasn't in it for a minute, now I'm dumbin' again\n\n'Riq geez ock, y'all can chat what y'all please\nReceive what I'm gonna give back to y'all please\n'Cuz y'all don't really wanna get clapped with all these\nMy man, you can take your strap when y'all leave\nYou see the squad come in the place, they all freeze\nIce cold, with his mellow cool breeze\nMCs, never showed loyalty yet\nKool Herc ain't never get a royalty check\nI do work, no question, and bomb your set\nI'm calm collect, sharp like my name Gillette\nRIP my man Gillette\nUntil I touch the mic, y'all people ain't seen 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