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Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The City\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever Disc 2\n  duration_ms: 245193\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's black? Whattup God?\n  Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n  { *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"},{"id":1903009,"name":"The City","trackName":"The City","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Forever","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's black? Whattup God?\nAiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n{ *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] That's Black? 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Whattup God?\n  Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n  { *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"},{"id":1903010,"name":"The City","trackName":"The City","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu‐Tang Forever","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's black? Whattup God?\nAiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n{ *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] That's Black? 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Word?\n*Blam, blam blam* Oh shit!!! 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Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"},{"id":19751443,"name":"The City","trackName":"The City","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Forever","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's black? Whattup God?\nAiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n{ *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The City\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Tang Forever\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's black? Whattup God?\n  Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n  { *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"},{"id":19783246,"name":"The City","trackName":"The City","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu‐Tang Forever","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's black? Whattup God?\nAiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n{ *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The City\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: Wu‐Tang Forever\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's black? Whattup God?\n  Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n  { *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"},{"id":19844557,"name":"The City","trackName":"The City","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu‐Tang Forever","duration":261.991896,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's black? Whattup God?\nAiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n{ *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The City\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu‐Tang Forever\n  duration_ms: 261992\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's black? Whattup God?\n  Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n  { *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"},{"id":20432954,"name":"The City","trackName":"The City","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Forever","duration":261.991896,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's black? Whattup God?\nAiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n{ *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The City\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Tang Forever\n  duration_ms: 261992\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's black? Whattup God?\n  Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n  { *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"},{"id":22203487,"name":"The City","trackName":"The City","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu‐Tang Forever","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's black? Whattup God?\nAiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n{ *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The City\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: Wu‐Tang Forever\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's black? Whattup God?\n  Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n  { *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"},{"id":10259102,"name":"The City","trackName":"The City","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Forever","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's black? Whattup God?\nAiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n{ *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] That's Black? 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Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"},{"id":26600446,"name":"206 The City","trackName":"206 The City","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Forever","duration":245.786112,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's black?\nWhattup God?\nAiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n*blam, blam blam* Oh shit!!! 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Whattup God?\nAiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n{ *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The City\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Tang Forever (2CD)\n  duration_ms: 245189\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's black? 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Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"},{"id":17241053,"name":"The City","trackName":"The City","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Forever (2)","duration":245.185306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's black? 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Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The City\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Tang Forever (2)\n  duration_ms: 245185\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's black? 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Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"},{"id":24764861,"name":"The City","trackName":"The City","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Forever Disc2","duration":245.187625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's black? 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Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The City\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Tang Forever Disc2\n  duration_ms: 245188\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's black? 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Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"},{"id":10923583,"name":"The City","trackName":"The City","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Forever (Cd2)","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's black? Whattup God?\nAiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?\n{ *blam, blam blam*} Oh shit!!! Yo!\nHold the fuck up\n\nAiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\nFuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\nYo, bring backup (ci-ty)\nFuckin with me, and mine\nMurderous, check it, yo\n\nThe world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\nThe rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\nMy Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\nLabelled MIA and I send the casualties home\nIn closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\nRide the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\nCrime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\nWalking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\nThe charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\nWe told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\nComposer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\nGet your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\nThe antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\nBy every measure lethally inject your whole sector\nWanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\nAcross the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\nKeep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\nOn the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\nWe living just enough (living just enough)\nJust enough for the city (for the city)\nJust enough for the city\n\nIn the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\nPlots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\nWe stay hungry for money drugs and guns\nOnes who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\nKnow the science be my guidance\nThe facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\nAnd break the project silence, a vision\nThis is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\nBefore we're all goners, now embrace the world\nBefore the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\nMy code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\nTrauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\nMilitary chopper come gun down the slum\nThe outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\nMentally aware I see truth within the square\nThe future's here catch me on computer software\nWarfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\nIssue. 38 specials, that step through\nLike Nat Turner create a spectacle\nI may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\nWe livin just enough\nJust enough\nJust enough\nFor the ci-ty\n\nKilla Beez, stinging MCs\nYeahhh, Wu","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] That's Black? 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Yo!\n  Hold the fuck up\n\n  Aiyyo yo, eight niggas down (just enough)\n  Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)\n  Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)\n  Fuckin with me, and mine\n  Murderous, check it, yo\n\n  The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city\n  The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy\n  My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone\n  Labelled MIA and I send the casualties home\n  In closed coffins, Wu storming like the light brigade\n  Ride the wave like Frankie Avalon inside the cyber age\n  Crime pays, the law's long arm be tryna strong arm\n  Walking time-bombs that thrive on firearms\n  The charm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster\n  We told 'em to show him love and exposed the black toaster\n  Composer was shook, I took your bad looks for joke\n  Get your back broke, deep throat this Murder, I Wrote\n  The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure\n  By every measure lethally inject your whole sector\n  Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes\n  Across the desert sand, leaving no footprints to trace\n  Keep a war face, your place conceal the baby knives\n  On the North breaks, I still shine in shady times\n\n  We living just enough (living just enough)\n  Just enough for the city (for the city)\n  Just enough for the city\n\n  In the jungle, I make moves like Iron Monkey\n  Plots to bump me off, GOVT on the hunt for me\n  We stay hungry for money drugs and guns\n  Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs\n  Know the science be my guidance\n  The facts tell, gats sell like sex and violence\n  And break the project silence, a vision\n  This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison\n  Before we're all goners, now embrace the world\n  Before the World War explosive bomber, visionary soldier karma\n  My code of honor, mind still scarred from the drama\n  Trauma sent to victim, witness them run, scream in horror\n  Military chopper come gun down the slum\n  The outcome do or die son, it's bound to come\n  Mentally aware I see truth within the square\n  The future's here catch me on computer software\n  Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official\n  Issue. 38 specials, that step through\n  Like Nat Turner create a spectacle\n  I may die in the scuffle but I'm taking 40 devils\n\n  We livin just enough\n  Just enough\n  Just enough\n  For the ci-ty\n\n  Killa Beez, stinging MCs\n  Yeahhh, Wu\n"}]