library(tidyverse) lyrics <- data_frame( artist = c("Eminem", "Kendrick Lamar", "Drake", "Nas"), track = c("Renegade", "DNA.", "Too Much", "Memory Lane"), verse = c(2, 1, 2, 1), lyrics = c( "Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute Cause see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it But if it don't, then why y'all swallow the truth grin and bear it Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics Using his music to steer it sharing his views in his marriage But there's a huge interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't experiment? Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage! And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't Think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo Cause here we go, he's (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga) And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the", "I got, I got, I got, I got Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA I got hustle though, ambition, flow, inside my DNA I was born like this, since one like this Immaculate conception I transform like this, perform like this Was Yeshua's new weapon I don't contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head This that put-the-kids-to-bed This that I got, I got, I got, I got Realness, I just kill shit 'cause it's in my DNA I got millions, I got riches buildin' in my DNA I got dark, I got evil, that rot inside my DNA I got off, I got troublesome, heart inside my DNA I just win again, then win again like Wimbledon, I serve Yeah, that's him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard I know how you work, I know just who you are See, you's a, you's a, you's a Bitch, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA Problem is, all that sucker shit inside your DNA Daddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA Backbone don't exist, born outside a jellyfish, I gauge See, my pedigree most definitely don't tolerate the front Shit I've been through prolly offend you This is Paula's oldest son I know murder, conviction Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption Scholars, fathers dead with kids And I wish I was fed forgiveness Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier's DNA Born inside the beast My expertise checked out in second grade When I was 9, on cell, motel, we didn't have nowhere to stay At 29, I've done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate And I'm gon' shine like I'm supposed to Antisocial, extrovert And excellent mean the extra work And absentness what the fuck you heard And pessimists never struck my nerve And that's a riff, gonna plead this case The reason my power's here on earth Salute the truth, when the prophet say", "Someone go tell Noel to get the Backwoods Money got my whole family going backwards No dinners, no holidays, no nothin' There's issues at hand that we're not discussin' I did not sign up for this My uncle used to have all these things on his bucket list And now he's actin' like, Oh, well, this is life, I guess, Nah, fuck that shit Listen man, you can still do what you wanna do, you gotta trust that shit Heard once that in dire times when you need a sign, that's when they appear Guess since my text message didn't resonate, I'll just say it here Hate the fact my mom cooped up in her apartment, telling herself That she's too sick to get dressed up and go do shit, like that's true shit And all my family from the M-Town that I've been 'round, started treating me like I'm him now Like we don't know each other, we ain't grow together, we just friends now Shit got me feeling pinned down, pick the pen up or put the pen down I'm writing to you from a distance like a pen pal, but we've been down", "I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies, and prisoners Henessey-holders and old-school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai I dropped out of Cooley High Gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-er My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer Sentence begins indented with formality My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop straight off the block I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines The hype pipes, murderous nighttimes And knife fights and blight crimes Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap With my peeps that's into drug money market interact No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler I guess that means peace For niggas, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to cee-lo With side-bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (Peace God!) Peace God – now the shit is explained I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane It's like that, y'all…" ) ) devtools::use_data(lyrics, overwrite = TRUE)
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