[{"id":7136847,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan, Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter The Wu-Tang","duration":415.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\nEverybody! The good old days\nWell, let's talk about the good old days\n\nKnow what I'm saying?\nTake you on this lyrical high real quick\n1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\nLet's get technical; where's your bone at?\nGet up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\nStarted off on the island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\nBack in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\nRae gotta get a plate now\nIgnorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\nTill I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\nYeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\nShooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\nThat's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\nAnd niggas know that habit's behind me\nDay one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\nNow I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\nIn Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\nPushing the big joint from down South\nSo if you're filthy stacked up\nBetter watch your back and duck\nCause these fiends, they got it cracked up\nNow my man from up north, now he got the law\nIt's solid as a rock and crazy salt\nNo jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\nDesert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\nAnd to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\nI pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\nFuck that!\n\nDedicated to the winners and the losers\nDedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\nDedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\nDedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\nKicking the fly cliches\nDoing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\nThough I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\nRunning up in spots and making shit hot\nI'd rather flip shows instead of those\nHanging on my living room wall:\nMy first joint - and it went gold!\nI want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\nPlus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\nI want to have me a phat yacht\nAnd enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\nBut for now it's just a big dream\nCause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\nMy thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\nCause times is changed and life is strange\nThe glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\nYo, mad lives is up for grabs\nBrothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\nReceiving all types of calls from upstate\nYo, I can't cope with the pressure\nSettling for lesser\nThe God left lessons on my dresser\nSo I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\nTo continue to make more hits with Rae and A\nSunshine plays a major part in the daytime\nPeace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9","syncedLyrics":"[00:33.44] Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n[00:37.91] Everybody! The good old days\n[00:40.70] Well, let's talk about the good old days\n[00:43.35] Know what I'm saying?\n[00:46.92] Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n[00:52.32] 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n[00:57.74] Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n[01:02.28] Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n[01:04.95] Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n[01:07.78] Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n[01:11.34] Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n[01:14.04] Rae gotta get a plate now\n[01:15.90] Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n[01:18.59] Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n[01:21.26] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:23.04] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:25.71] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:29.33] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:31.16] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:33.85] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:36.55] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:39.20] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:41.96] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:43.80] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.79] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.56] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:50.18] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:51.97] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:54.62] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:57.32] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[02:00.07] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:02.76] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:06.34] Fuck that!\n[02:08.16] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:10.81] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:13.56] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:14.48] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:15.36] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:18.15] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:18.93] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.84] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:28.91] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.88] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:33.44] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:37.09] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:39.73] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:41.58] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:42.41] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:44.26] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:46.95] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:49.66] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:51.42] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:55.15] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:56.93] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[03:00.52] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:03.24] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:05.00] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:08.60] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:10.41] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:13.12] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:15.83] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:17.69] Settling for lesser\n[03:19.48] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:21.27] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:23.05] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:26.60] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:28.53] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan, Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Enter The Wu-Tang\n duration_ms: 415000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 33440\n end_ms: 37910\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\nWell, let's talk about the good old days\n\nKnow what I'm saying?\nTake you on this lyrical high real quick\n1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\nLet's get technical; where's your bone at?\nGet up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\nStarted off on the island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\nBack in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\nRae gotta get a plate now\nIgnorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\nTill I got (Blaow! Blaow! 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Don't do that shit!)\nFuck that!\n\nDedicated to the winners and the losers\nDedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\nDedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\nDedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\nKicking the fly cliches\nDoing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\nThough I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\nRunning up in spots and making shit hot\nI'd rather flip shows instead of those\nHanging on my living room wall:\nMy first joint - and it went gold!\nI want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\nPlus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\nI want to have me a phat yacht\nAnd enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\nBut for now it's just a big dream\nCause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\nMy thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\nCause times is changed and life is strange\nThe glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\nYo, mad lives is up for grabs\nBrothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\nReceiving all types of calls from upstate\nYo, I can't cope with the pressure\nSettling for lesser\nThe God left lessons on my dresser\nSo I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\nTo continue to make more hits with Rae and A\nSunshine plays a major part in the daytime\nPeace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.22] Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n[00:35.47] Everybody! The good old days\n[00:38.56] Well, let's talk about the good old days\n[00:43.34] Know what I'm saying?\n[00:46.26] Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n[00:50.51] 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n[00:56.56] Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n[01:00.98] Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n[01:03.46] Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n[01:06.46] Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n[01:09.43] Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n[01:12.54] Rae gotta get a plate now\n[01:14.50] Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n[01:17.28] Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.74] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.89] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.43] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.48] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.01] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.66] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.85] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.36] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.72] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.55] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.23] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.12] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.74] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.90] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.70] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.51] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.22] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.63] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:03.99] Fuck that!\n[02:07.48] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:09.97] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:12.45] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:13.61] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:14.83] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:17.14] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:17.96] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.09] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:25.29] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.20] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:32.70] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:35.56] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:38.24] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:40.09] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:41.79] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:43.73] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:45.50] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:48.56] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:50.39] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:54.17] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:55.89] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[02:59.04] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:02.00] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:04.01] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:07.79] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:09.41] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:12.02] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:14.80] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:16.73] Settling for lesser\n[03:17.65] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:20.00] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:22.22] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:25.32] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:27.85] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Enter The Wu-Tang Clan - 36 Chambers (Deluxe Version)\n duration_ms: 413048\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 32220\n end_ms: 35470\n- text: Everybody! 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Don't do that shit!)\n start_ms: 121630\n end_ms: 123990\n- text: Fuck that!\n start_ms: 123990\n end_ms: 127480\n- text: Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n start_ms: 127480\n end_ms: 129970\n- text: Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n start_ms: 129970\n end_ms: 132450\n- text: (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n start_ms: 132450\n end_ms: 133610\n- text: Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n start_ms: 133610\n end_ms: 134830\n- text: Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n start_ms: 134830\n end_ms: 137140\n- text: (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n start_ms: 137140\n end_ms: 137960\n- text: Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n start_ms: 137960\n end_ms: 140090\n- text: 'Dedicated to MPV''s: phat!'\n start_ms: 140090\n end_ms: 145290\n- text: Kicking the fly cliches\n start_ms: 145290\n end_ms: 149200\n- text: Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n start_ms: 149200\n end_ms: 152700\n- text: Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n start_ms: 152700\n end_ms: 155560\n- text: Running up in spots and making shit hot\n start_ms: 155560\n end_ms: 158240\n- text: I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n start_ms: 158240\n end_ms: 160090\n- text: 'Hanging on my living room wall:'\n start_ms: 160090\n end_ms: 161790\n- text: My first joint - and it went gold!\n start_ms: 161790\n end_ms: 163730\n- text: I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n start_ms: 163730\n end_ms: 165500\n- text: Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n start_ms: 165500\n end_ms: 168560\n- text: I want to have me a phat yacht\n start_ms: 168560\n end_ms: 170390\n- text: And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n start_ms: 170390\n end_ms: 174170\n- text: But for now it's just a big dream\n start_ms: 174170\n end_ms: 175890\n- text: Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n start_ms: 175890\n end_ms: 179040\n- text: My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n start_ms: 179040\n end_ms: 182000\n- text: Cause times is changed and life is strange\n start_ms: 182000\n end_ms: 184010\n- text: The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n start_ms: 184010\n end_ms: 187790\n- text: Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n start_ms: 187790\n end_ms: 189410\n- text: Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n start_ms: 189410\n end_ms: 192020\n- text: Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n start_ms: 192020\n end_ms: 194800\n- text: Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n start_ms: 194800\n end_ms: 196730\n- text: Settling for lesser\n start_ms: 196730\n end_ms: 197650\n- text: The God left lessons on my dresser\n start_ms: 197650\n end_ms: 200000\n- text: So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n start_ms: 200000\n end_ms: 202220\n- text: To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n start_ms: 202220\n end_ms: 205320\n- text: Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n start_ms: 205320\n end_ms: 207850\n- text: Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n start_ms: 207850\n end_ms: 216520\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 216520\nplain: |-\n Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n Everybody! The good old days\n Well, let's talk about the good old days\n\n Know what I'm saying?\n Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\n Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n Rae gotta get a plate now\n Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! 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Don't do that shit!)\n Fuck that!\n\n Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\n Kicking the fly cliches\n Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n Running up in spots and making shit hot\n I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n Hanging on my living room wall:\n My first joint - and it went gold!\n I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n I want to have me a phat yacht\n And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n But for now it's just a big dream\n Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n Cause times is changed and life is strange\n The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n Settling for lesser\n The God left lessons on my dresser\n So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n"},{"id":31400923,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple , Intermission","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple , Intermission","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter the Wu-Tang","duration":413.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\nEverybody! 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Don't do that shit!)\nFuck that!\n\nDedicated to the winners and the losers\nDedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\nDedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\nDedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\nKicking the fly cliches\nDoing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\nThough I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\nRunning up in spots and making shit hot\nI'd rather flip shows instead of those\nHanging on my living room wall:\nMy first joint - and it went gold!\nI want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\nPlus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\nI want to have me a phat yacht\nAnd enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\nBut for now it's just a big dream\nCause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\nMy thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\nCause times is changed and life is strange\nThe glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\nYo, mad lives is up for grabs\nBrothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\nReceiving all types of calls from upstate\nYo, I can't cope with the pressure\nSettling for lesser\nThe God left lessons on my dresser\nSo I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\nTo continue to make more hits with Rae and A\nSunshine plays a major part in the daytime\nPeace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.22] Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n[00:35.47] Everybody! The good old days\n[00:38.56] Well, let's talk about the good old days\n[00:43.34] Know what I'm saying?\n[00:46.26] Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n[00:50.51] 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n[00:56.56] Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n[01:00.98] Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n[01:03.46] Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n[01:06.46] Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n[01:09.43] Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n[01:12.54] Rae gotta get a plate now\n[01:14.50] Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n[01:17.28] Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.74] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.89] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.43] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.48] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.01] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.66] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.85] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.36] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.72] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.55] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.23] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.12] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.74] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.90] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.70] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.51] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.22] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.63] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:03.99] Fuck that!\n[02:07.48] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:09.97] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:12.45] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:13.61] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:14.83] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:17.14] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:17.96] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.09] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:25.29] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.20] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:32.70] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:35.56] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:38.24] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:40.09] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:41.79] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:43.73] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:45.50] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:48.56] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:50.39] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:54.17] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:55.89] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[02:59.04] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:02.00] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:04.01] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:07.79] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:09.41] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:12.02] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:14.80] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:16.73] Settling for lesser\n[03:17.65] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:20.00] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:22.22] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:25.32] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:27.85] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It Be All So Simple , Intermission\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Enter the Wu-Tang\n duration_ms: 413000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 32220\n end_ms: 35470\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\n Well, let's talk about the good old days\n\n Know what I'm saying?\n Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\n Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n Rae gotta get a plate now\n Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n And niggas know that habit's behind me\n Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n Pushing the big joint from down South\n So if you're filthy stacked up\n Better watch your back and duck\n Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n Fuck that!\n\n Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\n Kicking the fly cliches\n Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n Running up in spots and making shit hot\n I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n Hanging on my living room wall:\n My first joint - and it went gold!\n I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n I want to have me a phat yacht\n And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n But for now it's just a big dream\n Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n Cause times is changed and life is strange\n The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n Settling for lesser\n The God left lessons on my dresser\n So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n"},{"id":13627028,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple ⁄ Intermission","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple ⁄ Intermission","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter the Wu-Tang","duration":413.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\nEverybody! The good old days\nWell, let's talk about the good old days\n\nKnow what I'm saying?\nTake you on this lyrical high real quick\n1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\nLet's get technical; where's your bone at?\nGet up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\nStarted off on the island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\nBack in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\nRae gotta get a plate now\nIgnorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\nTill I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\nYeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\nShooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\nThat's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\nAnd niggas know that habit's behind me\nDay one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\nNow I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\nIn Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\nPushing the big joint from down South\nSo if you're filthy stacked up\nBetter watch your back and duck\nCause these fiends, they got it cracked up\nNow my man from up north, now he got the law\nIt's solid as a rock and crazy salt\nNo jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\nDesert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\nAnd to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\nI pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\nFuck that!\n\nDedicated to the winners and the losers\nDedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\nDedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\nDedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\nKicking the fly cliches\nDoing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\nThough I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\nRunning up in spots and making shit hot\nI'd rather flip shows instead of those\nHanging on my living room wall:\nMy first joint - and it went gold!\nI want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\nPlus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\nI want to have me a phat yacht\nAnd enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\nBut for now it's just a big dream\nCause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\nMy thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\nCause times is changed and life is strange\nThe glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\nYo, mad lives is up for grabs\nBrothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\nReceiving all types of calls from upstate\nYo, I can't cope with the pressure\nSettling for lesser\nThe God left lessons on my dresser\nSo I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\nTo continue to make more hits with Rae and A\nSunshine plays a major part in the daytime\nPeace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.24] Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n[00:35.40] Everybody! 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Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.79] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.88] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.40] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.49] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.06] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.64] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.89] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.39] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.73] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.50] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.26] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.19] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.77] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.99] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.74] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.50] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.21] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.69] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:03.91] Fuck that!\n[02:07.42] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:09.90] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:12.43] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:13.66] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:14.80] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:17.12] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:17.92] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.05] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:25.23] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.26] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:32.61] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:35.59] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:38.25] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:40.08] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:41.79] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:43.75] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:45.54] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:48.54] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:50.34] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:54.14] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:55.88] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[02:59.04] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:02.01] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:04.07] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:07.72] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:09.42] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:12.04] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:14.86] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:16.77] Settling for lesser\n[03:17.69] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:20.08] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:22.22] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:25.32] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:27.88] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It Be All So Simple ⁄ Intermission\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Enter the Wu-Tang\n duration_ms: 413000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 32240\n end_ms: 35400\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\n Well, let's talk about the good old days\n\n Know what I'm saying?\n Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\n Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n Rae gotta get a plate now\n Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! 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The good old days\nWell, let's talk about the good old days\n\nKnow what I'm saying?\nTake you on this lyrical high real quick\n1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\nLet's get technical; where's your bone at?\nGet up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\nStarted off on the island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\nBack in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\nRae gotta get a plate now\nIgnorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\nTill I got (Blaow! Blaow! 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The good old days\n[00:40.66] Well, let's talk about the good old days\n[00:43.36] Know what I'm saying?\n[00:46.96] Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n[00:52.35] 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n[00:57.76] Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n[01:02.22] Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n[01:04.99] Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n[01:07.73] Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n[01:11.35] Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n[01:14.04] Rae gotta get a plate now\n[01:15.88] Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n[01:18.53] Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n[01:21.22] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:23.04] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:25.70] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:29.38] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:31.17] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:33.82] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:36.53] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:39.22] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:41.91] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:43.89] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.71] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.53] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:50.17] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:51.95] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:54.62] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:57.32] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[02:00.08] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:02.79] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:06.30] Fuck that!\n[02:08.14] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:10.86] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:13.56] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:14.49] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:15.32] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:18.18] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:18.98] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.86] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:28.93] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.83] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:33.44] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:37.07] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:39.75] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:41.59] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:42.48] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:44.23] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:46.96] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:49.60] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:51.47] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:55.18] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:56.91] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[03:00.57] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:03.20] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:05.05] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:08.64] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:10.45] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:13.17] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:15.87] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:17.64] Settling for lesser\n[03:19.47] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:21.27] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:23.08] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:26.63] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:28.53] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission\n artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n album: Enter the Wu‐Tang\n duration_ms: 414000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 33470\n end_ms: 37970\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\n Well, let's talk about the good old days\n\n Know what I'm saying?\n Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\n Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n Rae gotta get a plate now\n Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! 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Don't do that shit!)\n Fuck that!\n\n Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\n Kicking the fly cliches\n Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n Running up in spots and making shit hot\n I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n Hanging on my living room wall:\n My first joint - and it went gold!\n I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n I want to have me a phat yacht\n And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n But for now it's just a big dream\n Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n Cause times is changed and life is strange\n The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n Settling for lesser\n The God left lessons on my dresser\n So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n"},{"id":2316263,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)","duration":415.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\nEverybody! 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Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.74] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.89] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.43] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.48] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.01] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.66] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.85] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.36] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.72] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.55] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.23] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.12] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.74] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.90] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.70] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.51] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.22] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.63] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:03.99] Fuck that!\n[02:07.48] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:09.97] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:12.45] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:13.61] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:14.83] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:17.14] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:17.96] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.09] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:25.29] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.20] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:32.70] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:35.56] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:38.24] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:40.09] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:41.79] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:43.73] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:45.50] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:48.56] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:50.39] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:54.17] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:55.89] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[02:59.04] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:02.00] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:04.01] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:07.79] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:09.41] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:12.02] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:14.80] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:16.73] Settling for lesser\n[03:17.65] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:20.00] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:22.22] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:25.32] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:27.85] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)\n duration_ms: 415000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 32220\n end_ms: 35470\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\n Well, let's talk about the good old days\n\n Know what I'm saying?\n Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\n Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n Rae gotta get a plate now\n Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n And niggas know that habit's behind me\n Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n Pushing the big joint from down South\n So if you're filthy stacked up\n Better watch your back and duck\n Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n Fuck that!\n\n Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\n Kicking the fly cliches\n Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n Running up in spots and making shit hot\n I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n Hanging on my living room wall:\n My first joint - and it went gold!\n I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n I want to have me a phat yacht\n And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n But for now it's just a big dream\n Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n Cause times is changed and life is strange\n The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n Settling for lesser\n The God left lessons on my dresser\n So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n"},{"id":2150516,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple \u0000 Intermission","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple \u0000 Intermission","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter the Wu‐Tang (36 Chambers)","duration":415.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\nEverybody! The good old days\nWell, let's talk about the good old days\n\nKnow what I'm saying?\nTake you on this lyrical high real quick\n1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\nLet's get technical; where's your bone at?\nGet up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\nStarted off on the island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\nBack in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\nRae gotta get a plate now\nIgnorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\nTill I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\nYeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\nShooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\nThat's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\nAnd niggas know that habit's behind me\nDay one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\nNow I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\nIn Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\nPushing the big joint from down South\nSo if you're filthy stacked up\nBetter watch your back and duck\nCause these fiends, they got it cracked up\nNow my man from up north, now he got the law\nIt's solid as a rock and crazy salt\nNo jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\nDesert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\nAnd to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\nI pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\nFuck that!\n\nDedicated to the winners and the losers\nDedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\nDedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\nDedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\nKicking the fly cliches\nDoing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\nThough I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\nRunning up in spots and making shit hot\nI'd rather flip shows instead of those\nHanging on my living room wall:\nMy first joint - and it went gold!\nI want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\nPlus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\nI want to have me a phat yacht\nAnd enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\nBut for now it's just a big dream\nCause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\nMy thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\nCause times is changed and life is strange\nThe glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\nYo, mad lives is up for grabs\nBrothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\nReceiving all types of calls from upstate\nYo, I can't cope with the pressure\nSettling for lesser\nThe God left lessons on my dresser\nSo I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\nTo continue to make more hits with Rae and A\nSunshine plays a major part in the daytime\nPeace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.22] Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n[00:35.47] Everybody! 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Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.74] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.89] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.43] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.48] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.01] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.66] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.85] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.36] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.72] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.55] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.23] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.12] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.74] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.90] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.70] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.51] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.22] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.63] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:03.99] Fuck that!\n[02:07.48] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:09.97] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:12.45] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:13.61] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:14.83] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:17.14] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:17.96] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.09] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:25.29] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.20] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:32.70] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:35.56] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:38.24] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:40.09] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:41.79] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:43.73] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:45.50] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:48.56] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:50.39] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:54.17] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:55.89] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[02:59.04] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:02.00] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:04.01] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:07.79] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:09.41] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:12.02] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:14.80] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:16.73] Settling for lesser\n[03:17.65] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:20.00] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:22.22] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:25.32] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:27.85] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: \"Can It Be All So Simple \\0 Intermission\"\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Enter the Wu‐Tang (36 Chambers)\n duration_ms: 415000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 32220\n end_ms: 35470\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\nWell, let's talk about the good old days\n\nKnow what I'm saying?\nTake you on this lyrical high real quick\n1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\nLet's get technical; where's your bone at?\nGet up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\nStarted off on the island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\nBack in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\nRae gotta get a plate now\nIgnorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\nTill I got (Blaow! Blaow! 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The good old days\n[00:38.56] Well, let's talk about the good old days\n[00:43.34] Know what I'm saying?\n[00:46.26] Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n[00:50.51] 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n[00:56.56] Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n[01:00.98] Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n[01:03.46] Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n[01:06.46] Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n[01:09.43] Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n[01:12.54] Rae gotta get a plate now\n[01:14.50] Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n[01:17.28] Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.74] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.89] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.43] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.48] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.01] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.66] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.85] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.36] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.72] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.55] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.23] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.12] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.74] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.90] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.70] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.51] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.22] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.63] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:03.99] Fuck that!\n[02:07.48] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:09.97] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:12.45] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:13.61] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:14.83] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:17.14] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:17.96] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.09] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:25.29] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.20] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:32.70] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:35.56] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:38.24] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:40.09] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:41.79] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:43.73] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:45.50] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:48.56] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:50.39] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:54.17] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:55.89] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[02:59.04] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:02.00] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:04.01] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:07.79] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:09.41] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:12.02] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:14.80] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:16.73] Settling for lesser\n[03:17.65] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:20.00] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:22.22] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:25.32] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:27.85] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Enter the Wu‐Tang (36 Chambers)\n duration_ms: 413000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 32220\n end_ms: 35470\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\n[00:40.67] Well, let's talk about the good old days\n[00:43.30] Know what I'm saying?\n[00:46.99] Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n[00:52.36] 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n[00:57.78] Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n[01:02.27] Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n[01:04.92] Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n[01:07.72] Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n[01:11.37] Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n[01:14.06] Rae gotta get a plate now\n[01:15.84] Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n[01:18.56] Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! 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The good old days\n Well, let's talk about the good old days\n\n Know what I'm saying?\n Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\n Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n Rae gotta get a plate now\n Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n And niggas know that habit's behind me\n Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n Pushing the big joint from down South\n So if you're filthy stacked up\n Better watch your back and duck\n Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n Fuck that!\n\n Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\n Kicking the fly cliches\n Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n Running up in spots and making shit hot\n I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n Hanging on my living room wall:\n My first joint - and it went gold!\n I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n I want to have me a phat yacht\n And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n But for now it's just a big dream\n Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n Cause times is changed and life is strange\n The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n Settling for lesser\n The God left lessons on my dresser\n So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n"},{"id":17313079,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple ／ Intermission","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple ／ Intermission","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter the Wu‐Tang (36 Chambers)","duration":412.973333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\nEverybody! The good old days\nWell, let's talk about the good old days\n\nKnow what I'm saying?\nTake you on this lyrical high real quick\n1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\nLet's get technical; where's your bone at?\nGet up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\nStarted off on the island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\nBack in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\nRae gotta get a plate now\nIgnorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\nTill I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\nYeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\nShooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\nThat's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\nAnd niggas know that habit's behind me\nDay one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\nNow I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\nIn Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\nPushing the big joint from down South\nSo if you're filthy stacked up\nBetter watch your back and duck\nCause these fiends, they got it cracked up\nNow my man from up north, now he got the law\nIt's solid as a rock and crazy salt\nNo jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\nDesert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\nAnd to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\nI pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\nFuck that!\n\nDedicated to the winners and the losers\nDedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\nDedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\nDedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\nKicking the fly cliches\nDoing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\nThough I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\nRunning up in spots and making shit hot\nI'd rather flip shows instead of those\nHanging on my living room wall:\nMy first joint - and it went gold!\nI want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\nPlus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\nI want to have me a phat yacht\nAnd enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\nBut for now it's just a big dream\nCause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\nMy thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\nCause times is changed and life is strange\nThe glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\nYo, mad lives is up for grabs\nBrothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\nReceiving all types of calls from upstate\nYo, I can't cope with the pressure\nSettling for lesser\nThe God left lessons on my dresser\nSo I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\nTo continue to make more hits with Rae and A\nSunshine plays a major part in the daytime\nPeace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.24] Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n[00:35.40] Everybody! 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Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.79] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.88] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.40] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.49] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.06] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.64] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.89] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.39] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.73] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.50] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.26] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.19] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.77] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.99] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.74] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.50] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.21] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.69] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:03.91] Fuck that!\n[02:07.42] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:09.90] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:12.43] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:13.66] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:14.80] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:17.12] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:17.92] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.05] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:25.23] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.26] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:32.61] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:35.59] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:38.25] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:40.08] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:41.79] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:43.75] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:45.54] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:48.54] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:50.34] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:54.14] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:55.88] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[02:59.04] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:02.01] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:04.07] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:07.72] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:09.42] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:12.04] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:14.86] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:16.77] Settling for lesser\n[03:17.69] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:20.08] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:22.22] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:25.32] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:27.88] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It Be All So Simple ／ Intermission\n artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n album: Enter the Wu‐Tang (36 Chambers)\n duration_ms: 412973\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 32240\n end_ms: 35400\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\n[00:38.50] Well, let's talk about the good old days\n[00:43.31] Know what I'm saying?\n[00:46.22] Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n[00:50.53] 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n[00:56.59] Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n[01:00.98] Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n[01:03.47] Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n[01:06.46] Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n[01:09.40] Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n[01:12.53] Rae gotta get a plate now\n[01:14.54] Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n[01:17.26] Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.79] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.88] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.40] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.49] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.06] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.64] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.89] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.39] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.73] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.50] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.26] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.19] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.77] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.99] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.74] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.50] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.21] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.69] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:03.91] Fuck that!\n[02:07.42] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:09.90] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:12.43] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:13.66] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:14.80] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:17.12] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:17.92] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.05] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:25.23] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.26] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:32.61] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:35.59] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:38.25] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:40.08] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:41.79] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:43.75] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:45.54] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:48.54] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:50.34] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:54.14] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:55.88] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[02:59.04] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:02.01] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:04.07] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:07.72] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:09.42] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:12.04] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:14.86] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:16.77] Settling for lesser\n[03:17.69] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:20.08] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:22.22] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:25.32] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:27.88] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)\n duration_ms: 412973\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 32240\n end_ms: 35400\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\n[00:38.50] Well, let's talk about the good old days\n[00:43.31] Know what I'm saying?\n[00:46.22] Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n[00:50.53] 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n[00:56.59] Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n[01:00.98] Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n[01:03.47] Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n[01:06.46] Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n[01:09.40] Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n[01:12.53] Rae gotta get a plate now\n[01:14.54] Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n[01:17.26] Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.79] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.88] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.40] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.49] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.06] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.64] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.89] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.39] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.73] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.50] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.26] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.19] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.77] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.99] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.74] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.50] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.21] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.69] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! 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The good old days\n Well, let's talk about the good old days\n\n Know what I'm saying?\n Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\n Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n Rae gotta get a plate now\n Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! 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Don't do that shit!)\n Fuck that!\n\n Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\n Kicking the fly cliches\n Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n Running up in spots and making shit hot\n I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n Hanging on my living room wall:\n My first joint - and it went gold!\n I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n I want to have me a phat yacht\n And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n But for now it's just a big dream\n Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n Cause times is changed and life is strange\n The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n Settling for lesser\n The God left lessons on my dresser\n So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n"},{"id":24320353,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter the Wu‐Tang (36 Chambers)","duration":439.731042,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\nEverybody! 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Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.74] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.89] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.43] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.48] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.01] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.66] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.85] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.36] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.72] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.55] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.23] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.12] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.74] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.90] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.70] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.51] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.22] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.63] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:03.99] Fuck that!\n[02:07.48] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:09.97] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:12.45] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:13.61] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:14.83] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:17.14] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:17.96] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.09] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:25.29] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.20] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:32.70] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:35.56] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:38.24] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:40.09] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:41.79] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:43.73] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:45.50] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:48.56] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:50.39] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:54.17] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:55.89] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[02:59.04] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:02.00] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:04.01] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:07.79] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:09.41] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:12.02] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:14.80] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:16.73] Settling for lesser\n[03:17.65] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:20.00] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:22.22] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:25.32] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:27.85] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission\n artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n album: Enter the Wu‐Tang (36 Chambers)\n duration_ms: 439731\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 32220\n end_ms: 35470\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\n Well, let's talk about the good old days\n\n Know what I'm saying?\n Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\n Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n Rae gotta get a plate now\n Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! 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Don't do that shit!)\n Fuck that!\n\n Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\n Kicking the fly cliches\n Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n Running up in spots and making shit hot\n I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n Hanging on my living room wall:\n My first joint - and it went gold!\n I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n I want to have me a phat yacht\n And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n But for now it's just a big dream\n Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n Cause times is changed and life is strange\n The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n Settling for lesser\n The God left lessons on my dresser\n So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n"},{"id":22570450,"name":"Can It All Be So Simple / Intermission","trackName":"Can It All Be So Simple / Intermission","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)","duration":413.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\nEverybody! The good old days\nWell, let's talk about the good old days\n\nKnow what I'm saying?\nTake you on this lyrical high real quick\n1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\nLet's get technical; where's your bone at?\nGet up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\nStarted off on the island, AKA Shaolin\nNiggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\nBack in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\nRae gotta get a plate now\nIgnorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\nTill I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\nYeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\nShooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\nThat's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\nAnd niggas know that habit's behind me\nDay one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\nNow I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\nIn Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\nPushing the big joint from down South\nSo if you're filthy stacked up\nBetter watch your back and duck\nCause these fiends, they got it cracked up\nNow my man from up north, now he got the law\nIt's solid as a rock and crazy salt\nNo jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\nDesert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\nAnd to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\nI pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\nFuck that!\n\nDedicated to the winners and the losers\nDedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\nDedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\nDedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\nKicking the fly cliches\nDoing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\nThough I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\nRunning up in spots and making shit hot\nI'd rather flip shows instead of those\nHanging on my living room wall:\nMy first joint - and it went gold!\nI want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\nPlus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\nI want to have me a phat yacht\nAnd enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\nBut for now it's just a big dream\nCause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\nMy thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\nCause times is changed and life is strange\nThe glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\nYo, mad lives is up for grabs\nBrothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\nReceiving all types of calls from upstate\nYo, I can't cope with the pressure\nSettling for lesser\nThe God left lessons on my dresser\nSo I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\nTo continue to make more hits with Rae and A\nSunshine plays a major part in the daytime\nPeace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.26] Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n[00:35.47] Everybody! 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Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.75] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.83] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.47] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.47] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.05] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.66] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.86] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.35] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.76] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.52] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.29] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.13] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.75] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.94] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.78] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.53] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.22] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.64] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:03.90] Fuck that!\n[02:07.48] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:09.97] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:12.42] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:13.64] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:14.82] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:17.11] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:17.99] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.01] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:25.24] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.27] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:32.66] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:35.52] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:38.22] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:40.08] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:41.79] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:43.70] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:45.53] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:48.56] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:50.36] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:54.19] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:55.82] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[02:59.08] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:02.08] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:04.06] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:07.73] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:09.43] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:12.04] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:14.87] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:16.75] Settling for lesser\n[03:17.69] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:20.08] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:22.23] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:25.36] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:27.80] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It All Be So Simple / Intermission\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)\n duration_ms: 413000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 32260\n end_ms: 35470\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\n[00:38.56] Well, let's talk about the good old days\n[00:43.34] Know what I'm saying?\n[00:46.26] Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n[00:50.51] 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n[00:56.56] Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n[01:00.98] Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n[01:03.46] Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n[01:06.46] Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n[01:09.43] Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n[01:12.54] Rae gotta get a plate now\n[01:14.50] Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n[01:17.28] Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.74] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.89] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.43] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.48] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.01] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.66] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.85] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.36] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.72] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.55] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.23] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.12] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.74] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.90] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.70] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.51] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.22] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.63] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:03.99] Fuck that!\n[02:07.48] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:09.97] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:12.45] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:13.61] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:14.83] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:17.14] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:17.96] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.09] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:25.29] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.20] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:32.70] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:35.56] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:38.24] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:40.09] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:41.79] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:43.73] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:45.50] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:48.56] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:50.39] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:54.17] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:55.89] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[02:59.04] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:02.00] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:04.01] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:07.79] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:09.41] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:12.02] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:14.80] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:16.73] Settling for lesser\n[03:17.65] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:20.00] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:22.22] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:25.32] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:27.85] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission\n artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n album: Enter the Wu‐Tang (36 Chambers)\n duration_ms: 298736\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 32220\n end_ms: 35470\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\n[00:38.50] Well, let's talk about the good old days\n[00:43.31] Know what I'm saying?\n[00:46.22] Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n[00:50.53] 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n[00:56.59] Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n[01:00.98] Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n[01:03.47] Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n[01:06.46] Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n[01:09.40] Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n[01:12.53] Rae gotta get a plate now\n[01:14.54] Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n[01:17.26] Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! 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The good old days\n Well, let's talk about the good old days\n\n Know what I'm saying?\n Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\n Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n Rae gotta get a plate now\n Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n And niggas know that habit's behind me\n Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n Pushing the big joint from down South\n So if you're filthy stacked up\n Better watch your back and duck\n Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n Fuck that!\n\n Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\n Kicking the fly cliches\n Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n Running up in spots and making shit hot\n I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n Hanging on my living room wall:\n My first joint - and it went gold!\n I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n I want to have me a phat yacht\n And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n But for now it's just a big dream\n Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n Cause times is changed and life is strange\n The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n Settling for lesser\n The God left lessons on my dresser\n So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n"},{"id":10212305,"name":"Can It Be All So Simple ⁄ Intermission","trackName":"Can It Be All So Simple ⁄ Intermission","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)","duration":413.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\nEverybody! 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Don't do that shit!)\nFuck that!\n\nDedicated to the winners and the losers\nDedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\nDedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\nDedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\nDedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\nKicking the fly cliches\nDoing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\nThough I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\nRunning up in spots and making shit hot\nI'd rather flip shows instead of those\nHanging on my living room wall:\nMy first joint - and it went gold!\nI want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\nPlus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\nI want to have me a phat yacht\nAnd enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\nBut for now it's just a big dream\nCause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\nMy thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\nCause times is changed and life is strange\nThe glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\nYo, mad lives is up for grabs\nBrothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\nReceiving all types of calls from upstate\nYo, I can't cope with the pressure\nSettling for lesser\nThe God left lessons on my dresser\nSo I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\nTo continue to make more hits with Rae and A\nSunshine plays a major part in the daytime\nPeace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.28] Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n[00:35.47] Everybody! The good old days\n[00:38.55] Well, let's talk about the good old days\n[00:43.30] Know what I'm saying?\n[00:46.23] Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n[00:50.54] 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n[00:56.56] Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n[01:00.99] Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n[01:03.48] Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n[01:06.41] Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n[01:09.49] Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n[01:12.56] Rae gotta get a plate now\n[01:14.54] Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n[01:17.29] Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n[01:19.79] Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n[01:21.83] Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n[01:24.40] That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n[01:27.46] And niggas know that habit's behind me\n[01:30.09] Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n[01:32.67] Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n[01:34.89] In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n[01:38.34] Pushing the big joint from down South\n[01:40.70] So if you're filthy stacked up\n[01:42.51] Better watch your back and duck\n[01:44.29] Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n[01:46.11] Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n[01:48.72] It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n[01:50.90] No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n[01:53.73] Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n[01:56.55] And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n[01:59.20] I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n[02:01.62] (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n[02:03.92] Fuck that!\n[02:07.45] Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n[02:09.92] Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n[02:12.46] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:13.61] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n[02:14.89] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n[02:17.15] (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n[02:17.98] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n[02:20.09] Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n[02:25.26] Kicking the fly cliches\n[02:29.24] Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n[02:32.65] Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n[02:35.54] Running up in spots and making shit hot\n[02:38.24] I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n[02:40.08] Hanging on my living room wall:\n[02:41.74] My first joint - and it went gold!\n[02:43.71] I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n[02:45.57] Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n[02:48.52] I want to have me a phat yacht\n[02:50.32] And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n[02:54.14] But for now it's just a big dream\n[02:55.86] Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n[02:59.07] My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n[03:02.09] Cause times is changed and life is strange\n[03:04.08] The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n[03:07.72] Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n[03:09.42] Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n[03:12.08] Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n[03:14.88] Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n[03:16.70] Settling for lesser\n[03:17.60] The God left lessons on my dresser\n[03:20.06] So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n[03:22.23] To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n[03:25.36] Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n[03:27.82] Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n[03:36.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Can It Be All So Simple ⁄ Intermission\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)\n duration_ms: 413000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey you know everybody's talking about the \"good old days\"\n start_ms: 32280\n end_ms: 35470\n- text: Everybody! 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The good old days\n Well, let's talk about the good old days\n\n Know what I'm saying?\n Take you on this lyrical high real quick\n 1993 exoticness, know what I'm saying?\n Let's get technical; where's your bone at?\n Get up on that shit, aight? Yo!\n\n Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin\n Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin\n Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now\n Rae gotta get a plate now\n Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one\n Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one\n Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16\n Shooting that \"that's that shit!\" in his blood stream\n That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey\n And niggas know that habit's behind me\n Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto\n Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto\n In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout\n Pushing the big joint from down South\n So if you're filthy stacked up\n Better watch your back and duck\n Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up\n Now my man from up north, now he got the law\n It's solid as a rock and crazy salt\n No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks\n Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke\n And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop\n I pointed a gat at his mother's knot\n (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!)\n Fuck that!\n\n Dedicated to the winners and the losers\n Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's\n Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys\n (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)\n Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's\n Dedicated to MPV's: phat!\n\n Kicking the fly cliches\n Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day\n Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots\n Running up in spots and making shit hot\n I'd rather flip shows instead of those\n Hanging on my living room wall:\n My first joint - and it went gold!\n I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade\n Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night\n I want to have me a phat yacht\n And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops\n But for now it's just a big dream\n Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen\n My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain\n Cause times is changed and life is strange\n The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad\n Yo, mad lives is up for grabs\n Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes\n Receiving all types of calls from upstate\n Yo, I can't cope with the pressure\n Settling for lesser\n The God left lessons on my dresser\n So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way\n To continue to make more hits with Rae and A\n Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime\n Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9\n"}]