[{"id":12613037,"name":"4 - 2Pac - Got My Mind Made Up","trackName":"4 - 2Pac - Got My Mind Made Up","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"All Eyez On Me","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You find an MC like me who's strong\nLeavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support\nAnd when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though\nWith a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those\n\nWho can withstand, the mo' power I gain\nAnd make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain\nImagine and keep on wishin' upon a star\nFinally realizing who the fuck we are\n\nWhen I penetrate, it's been withstandin' faded\nWould it be the greatest MC of all time\nWhen I created rhyme for the simple fact\nWhen I attack I crush your pride\nMy intention to ride, every time all night\n\nI'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar\nFor me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride\nBreakin' in gas with the six-eight all day\nIn and out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies\n\nSo mandatory, my elevation, my lyrics like orientation\nSo you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin'\nWe must be based on nothin' better than communication\nKnown to damage and highly flammable like gas stations\n\nSorry, I left that ass waitin'\nNo more procrastination give up to fate and get that ass shakin'\nI'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic\nDon't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt\n\nYou swear the bitch was planted, my lyrics motivate the planet\nIt's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet\nWho's in control? I'm acvtivatin' yo souls\nYou know, the way the games get controlled\n\nYo, two years ago, a friend of mine\nTold me Alize and Cristal blows your mind\nBear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote\nTakin' off my coat, clearing my throat\n\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGet in, get in too\nLet it ride, tonight's tha night\n\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGet in, get in too\nLet it ride, tonight's tha night\n\nWell, I comes through with Tupac\nOf the bomb prophylaxes for protection\nSo my fuckin' sac won't collapse\n'Cause nowadays, shit's evading the X-rays\nSending young motherfuckers to an early grave\n\nI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MCs\nShows my heart's as cold as the tundra\nElectrifying like thunder, I'm just too much\nRough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch\n\nI'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin' Bombay\nYa got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmy\nMy rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind\nAs the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine\n\nThere's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'\nI use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin'\nOpposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain\nLaughter enhances the chances of tha killin'\n\nWhy is that? 'Cuz smilin' faces deceive\nYou best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease\nMy thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe\nYa whole camp's under siege and I'm Jason Vorhees\n\nIn the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes\nMy verbal snipe, your vocab on site\nI'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all\nSo all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall\n\nYa already have an idea about tha superior sphere\nThe greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator\nI rock from here to there, to Philly and back\nTo LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps\n\nAs your views get overshadowed when you come in contact\nBeware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat\nFuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers\nLike Hitler, stickin' up wit German The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle\n\nWill be back after this message don't touch tha dial\nRarely do you see an MC out for justice\nGot my gun powder and my musket, blaow\n\nMelons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan\nHalf of my Clan's three deep felons\nNiggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel\nMan I stay on point like icicles\n\nNow who wanna test Tical then touch Tical\nAll up in your motherfuckin' mouth\nHead banger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie\nMethod Man roll too tight, you can pull me\n\nBetter take one and pass or that's that ass\nYour vital statistics are low and fallin' fast\nJohnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash\nPlay a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast\n\nAiyyo, lyrical gas spittin' tha criminal tactics\nNon-believers get my dick and genitals backwards\nLet's face it, there's no replacement\nTaste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with\n\nAvalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splited\nFunk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted\nI got connects like Federal Express\nTo get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch\n\nGot the clear spot from tha rear block\nTo bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not\nHold ya nose and blow out 'til ya ears pop\nSince ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot\n\nWith, this underground cannabis\nI'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst\nThen proceeds like keys\nMy degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's\n\nLick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake\nSo I erase the whole front row at the wake\nI planned my escape in case Jake or a snake bust it\nI'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place\n\nConfidence for you shaky ass folks\nPump for Rockefeller for the day he got smoked\nChoke, off this anecdote got you ope\nGet roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly\n\nAnd I'm out for nine nickel\nINS tha rebels\nWest, list this, this, this","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.59] You find an MC like me who's strong\n[00:12.95] Leavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support\n[00:15.36] And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though\n[00:18.51] With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those\n[00:21.18] Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain\n[00:23.47] And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain\n[00:26.49] Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star\n[00:28.91] Finally realizing who the fuck we are\n[00:31.20] When I penetrate, it's been withstandin' faded\n[00:33.22] Would it be the greatest MC of all time\n[00:35.49] When I created rhyme for the simple fact\n[00:37.66] When I attack I crush your pride\n[00:39.22] My intention to ride, every time all night\n[00:41.93] I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar\n[00:43.95] For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride\n[00:46.80] Breakin' in gas with the six-eight all day\n[00:49.51] In and out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies\n[00:51.84] So mandatory, my elevation, my lyrics like orientation\n[00:55.00] So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin'\n[00:57.64] We must be based on nothin' better than communication\n[01:00.22] Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations\n[01:02.87] Sorry, I left that ass waitin'\n[01:04.51] No more procrastination give up to fate and get that ass shakin'\n[01:07.53] I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic\n[01:09.53] Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt\n[01:11.83] You swear the bitch was planted, my lyrics motivate the planet\n[01:14.71] It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet\n[01:18.34] Who's in control? I'm acvtivatin' yo souls\n[01:20.49] You know, the way the games get controlled\n[01:22.50] Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine\n[01:25.58] Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind\n[01:28.18] Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote\n[01:30.75] Takin' off my coat, clearing my throat\n[01:33.24] I got my mind made up, come on\n[01:35.69] Get in, get in too\n[01:38.14] Let it ride, tonight's tha night\n[01:40.74] \n[01:43.51] I got my mind made up, come on\n[01:46.19] Get in, get in too\n[01:48.55] Let it ride, tonight's tha night\n[01:50.37] \n[01:53.62] Well, I comes through with Tupac\n[01:55.32] Of the bomb prophylaxes for protection\n[01:57.64] So my fuckin' sac won't collapse\n[01:59.38] 'Cause nowadays, shit's evading the X-rays\n[02:02.14] Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave\n[02:04.68] I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MCs\n[02:07.74] Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra\n[02:09.74] Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much\n[02:12.29] Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch\n[02:14.79] I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin' Bombay\n[02:17.15] Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmy\n[02:19.24] My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind\n[02:22.41] As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine\n[02:25.14] There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'\n[02:27.26] I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin'\n[02:30.35] Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain\n[02:32.85] Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin'\n[02:35.40] Why is that? 'Cuz smilin' faces deceive\n[02:37.56] You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease\n[02:40.70] My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe\n[02:43.09] Ya whole camp's under siege and I'm Jason Vorhees\n[02:45.96] In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes\n[02:48.78] My verbal snipe, your vocab on site\n[02:50.77] I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all\n[02:53.62] So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall\n[02:55.62] Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere\n[02:58.87] The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator\n[03:01.06] I rock from here to there, to Philly and back\n[03:03.54] To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps\n[03:06.36] As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact\n[03:08.91] Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat\n[03:11.66] Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers\n[03:14.38] Like Hitler, stickin' up wit German The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle\n[03:19.26] Will be back after this message don't touch tha dial\n[03:22.25] Rarely do you see an MC out for justice\n[03:24.73] Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow\n[03:27.34] Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan\n[03:30.60] Half of my Clan's three deep felons\n[03:32.28] Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel\n[03:35.14] Man I stay on point like icicles\n[03:37.79] Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical\n[03:40.33] All up in your motherfuckin' mouth\n[03:42.38] Head banger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie\n[03:45.31] Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me\n[03:48.06] Better take one and pass or that's that ass\n[03:50.45] Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast\n[03:53.16] Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash\n[03:55.82] Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast\n[03:57.95] Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin' tha criminal tactics\n[04:00.93] Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards\n[04:03.52] Let's face it, there's no replacement\n[04:05.54] Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with\n[04:08.70] Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splited\n[04:11.30] Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted\n[04:13.91] I got connects like Federal Express\n[04:15.92] To get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch\n[04:19.03] Got the clear spot from tha rear block\n[04:21.09] To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not\n[04:23.98] Hold ya nose and blow out 'til ya ears pop\n[04:26.17] Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot\n[04:29.55] With, this underground cannabis\n[04:31.60] I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst\n[04:34.23] Then proceeds like keys\n[04:35.64] My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's\n[04:39.77] Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake\n[04:42.20] So I erase the whole front row at the wake\n[04:44.78] I planned my escape in case Jake or a snake bust it\n[04:47.70] I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place\n[04:50.40] Confidence for you shaky ass folks\n[04:52.36] Pump for Rockefeller for the day he got smoked\n[04:55.24] Choke, off this anecdote got you ope\n[04:57.49] Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly\n[04:59.79] And I'm out for nine nickel\n[05:02.13] INS tha rebels\n[05:04.00] West, list this, this, this\n[05:11.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 - 2Pac - Got My Mind Made Up\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: All Eyez On Me\n  duration_ms: 313000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You find an MC like me who's strong\n  start_ms: 10590\n  end_ms: 12950\n- text: Leavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support\n  start_ms: 12950\n  end_ms: 15360\n- text: And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though\n  start_ms: 15360\n  end_ms: 18510\n- text: With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those\n  start_ms: 18510\n  end_ms: 21180\n- text: Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain\n  start_ms: 21180\n  end_ms: 23470\n- text: And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain\n  start_ms: 23470\n  end_ms: 26490\n- text: Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star\n  start_ms: 26490\n  end_ms: 28910\n- text: Finally realizing who the fuck we are\n  start_ms: 28910\n  end_ms: 31200\n- text: When I penetrate, it's been withstandin' faded\n  start_ms: 31200\n  end_ms: 33220\n- text: Would it be the greatest MC of all time\n  start_ms: 33220\n  end_ms: 35490\n- text: When I created rhyme for the simple fact\n  start_ms: 35490\n  end_ms: 37660\n- text: When I attack I crush your pride\n  start_ms: 37660\n  end_ms: 39220\n- text: My intention to ride, every time all night\n  start_ms: 39220\n  end_ms: 41930\n- text: I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar\n  start_ms: 41930\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 46800\n- text: Breakin' in gas with the six-eight all day\n  start_ms: 46800\n  end_ms: 49510\n- text: In and out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies\n  start_ms: 49510\n  end_ms: 51840\n- text: So mandatory, my elevation, my lyrics like orientation\n  start_ms: 51840\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin'\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: We must be based on nothin' better than communication\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 62870\n- text: Sorry, I left that ass waitin'\n  start_ms: 62870\n  end_ms: 64510\n- text: No more procrastination give up to fate and get that ass shakin'\n  start_ms: 64510\n  end_ms: 67530\n- text: I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic\n  start_ms: 67530\n  end_ms: 69530\n- text: Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt\n  start_ms: 69530\n  end_ms: 71830\n- text: You swear the bitch was planted, my lyrics motivate the planet\n  start_ms: 71830\n  end_ms: 74710\n- text: It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet\n  start_ms: 74710\n  end_ms: 78340\n- text: Who's in control? 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Spock bitch don't get it twisted\n  I got connects like Federal Express\n  To get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch\n\n  Got the clear spot from tha rear block\n  To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not\n  Hold ya nose and blow out 'til ya ears pop\n  Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot\n\n  With, this underground cannabis\n  I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst\n  Then proceeds like keys\n  My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's\n\n  Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake\n  So I erase the whole front row at the wake\n  I planned my escape in case Jake or a snake bust it\n  I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place\n\n  Confidence for you shaky ass folks\n  Pump for Rockefeller for the day he got smoked\n  Choke, off this anecdote got you ope\n  Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly\n\n  And I'm out for nine nickel\n  INS tha rebels\n  West, list this, this, this\n"},{"id":24759,"name":"Got My Mind Made Up","trackName":"Got My Mind Made Up","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"All Eyez On Me","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You find a MC like me who's strong\nLeavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support\nAnd when I command the microphone\nI get deadly as Khan, though\nWith a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm all those\nWho can withstand the more power I gain?\nAnd make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck yo' brain\nImagine and keep on wishin' upon a star\nFinally, realizin' who the fuck we are\nWhen I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded\nWould it be the greatest MC of all-time? 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I'm activatin' your souls\nYou know the way the games gettin' told\nYo, two years ago, a friend of mine\nTold me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind\nBear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote\nTakin' off my coat, clearin' my throat\n\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGet in, get into\nLet it ride, tonight's the night\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGet in, get into\nLet it ride, tonight's the night\n\nWell, I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylacs\nFor protection, so my fuckin' sack won't collapse\n'Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the X-rays\nSendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave\nI wonder if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MCs\nShows my heart's as cold as the tundra\nElectrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much\nRough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch\nI'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' Bombay\nYou got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei\nMy rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind\nAs the deadly virus spread through your head like sand palm\nThere's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'\nI use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin'\nOpposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain\nLaughter enhances the chances of the killin'\nWhy is that? 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I'm activatin' your souls\n[01:20.39] You know the way the games gettin' told\n[01:22.21] Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine\n[01:25.31] Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind\n[01:28.02] Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote\n[01:30.62] Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat\n[01:33.11] I got my mind made up, come on\n[01:35.30] Get in, get into\n[01:37.96] Let it ride, tonight's the night\n[01:43.36] I got my mind made up, come on\n[01:46.15] Get in, get into\n[01:48.11] Let it ride, tonight's the night\n[01:53.57] Well, I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylacs\n[01:56.71] For protection, so my fuckin' sack won't collapse\n[01:59.13] 'Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the X-rays\n[02:01.75] Sendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave\n[02:04.25] I wonder if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MCs\n[02:07.62] Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra\n[02:09.65] Electrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much\n[02:11.88] Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch\n[02:14.53] I'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' Bombay\n[02:17.26] You got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei\n[02:19.96] My rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind\n[02:22.40] As the deadly virus spread through your head like sand palm\n[02:24.93] There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'\n[02:27.16] I use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin'\n[02:30.27] Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain\n[02:32.56] Laughter enhances the chances of the killin'\n[02:35.16] Why is that? 'Cause smilin' faces deceive\n[02:37.70] You best believe: to MCs, I'm the deadliest disease\n[02:40.57] My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe\n[02:42.83] Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees\n[02:45.80] In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics\n[02:48.47] My verbal snipe your vocabs on site\n[02:50.75] I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all\n[02:53.53] So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall\n[02:55.70] You already have an idea about the superior sphere\n[02:58.35] The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator\n[03:00.82] I rock from here to there, to Philly and back\n[03:03.57] To L.A., on the spot where I rock and bust like straps\n[03:06.11] As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact\n[03:08.86] Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat\n[03:11.58] Fuck you losers\n[03:12.40] While you fake jacks, I makes maneuvers\n[03:14.17] Like Hitler stickin' up- with German-\n[03:16.80] The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle\n[03:19.43] Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial\n[03:21.81] Rarely do you see an MC out for justice\n[03:24.42] Got my gun powder and my musket — blaow!\n[03:27.28] Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan\n[03:30.41] Half of my clan's repeat felons\n[03:32.25] Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels\n[03:35.05] Man, I stay on point like icicles\n[03:37.56] Now, who wanna test Tical, the tes-ticals\n[03:40.15] All up in your motherfuckin' mouth\n[03:42.18] Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie\n[03:45.22] Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me\n[03:47.73] Better take one and pass or that's that ass\n[03:50.13] Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast\n[03:52.99] Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash\n[03:55.34] Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast\n[03:57.71] Ayo, lyrical gat spittin' the criminal tactics\n[04:00.73] Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards\n[04:03.24] Let's face it, there's no replacement\n[04:05.28] Taste this mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with\n[04:08.57] Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted\n[04:11.06] Funk doctor, who? Spock, bitch, don't get it twisted\n[04:13.69] I got connects like Federal Express\n[04:15.83] To get the fresh package of bless the dogs can't fetch\n[04:18.58] Got the clear spot from the rear block\n[04:20.87] To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not\n[04:23.36] Hold your nose and blow out 'til your ears pop\n[04:25.93] Since your crew suit you to shift\n[04:27.66] That you claim that your gears locked\n[04:29.35] Whiff this underground cannabis\n[04:31.50] I'm dangerous like John the Bomb Analyst\n[04:34.17] Flip MCs like ki's\n[04:35.68] My degrees freeze consecutively, like EPMD LPs\n[04:39.42] Lick off a shot and hit your fam by mistake\n[04:41.99] So I erase the whole front row at the wake\n[04:44.56] I planned my escape in case Jake wanna snake\n[04:46.91] Bust it, I'm the one pushin' the hearse, in the first place\n[04:50.13] Confidence for you shaky-ass folks\n[04:52.32] Pump for Rockafeller for the day he got smoked\n[04:54.87] Choke off this antidote, got you ope\n[04:57.49] Get roast by my lyrical Billy Dee .45 Colt\n[05:01.19] (And I'm out) I am INS the Rebel\n[05:06.09] West, list this\n[05:08.63] This, this\n[05:09.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Got My Mind Made Up\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: All Eyez On Me\n  duration_ms: 313000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You find a MC like me who's strong\n  start_ms: 10450\n  end_ms: 12520\n- text: Leavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support\n  start_ms: 12520\n  end_ms: 15230\n- text: And when I command the microphone\n  start_ms: 15230\n  end_ms: 16880\n- text: I get deadly as Khan, though\n  start_ms: 16880\n  end_ms: 18470\n- text: With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm all those\n  start_ms: 18470\n  end_ms: 20940\n- text: Who can withstand the more power I gain?\n  start_ms: 20940\n  end_ms: 23470\n- text: And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck yo' brain\n  start_ms: 23470\n  end_ms: 26050\n- text: Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star\n  start_ms: 26050\n  end_ms: 28740\n- text: Finally, realizin' who the fuck we are\n  start_ms: 28740\n  end_ms: 31000\n- text: When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded\n  start_ms: 31000\n  end_ms: 33070\n- text: Would it be the greatest MC of all-time? 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'Cause smilin' faces deceive\n  You best believe: to MCs, I'm the deadliest disease\n  My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe\n  Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees\n  In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics\n  My verbal snipe your vocabs on site\n  I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all\n  So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall\n  You already have an idea about the superior sphere\n  The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator\n  I rock from here to there, to Philly and back\n  To L.A., on the spot where I rock and bust like straps\n  As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact\n  Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat\n\n  Fuck you losers\n  While you fake jacks, I makes maneuvers\n  Like Hitler stickin' up- with German-\n  The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle\n  Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial\n  Rarely do you see an MC out for justice\n  Got my gun powder and my musket — blaow!\n  Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan\n  Half of my clan's repeat felons\n  Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels\n  Man, I stay on point like icicles\n  Now, who wanna test Tical, the tes-ticals\n  All up in your motherfuckin' mouth\n  Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie\n  Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me\n  Better take one and pass or that's that ass\n  Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast\n  Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash\n  Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast\n\n  Ayo, lyrical gat spittin' the criminal tactics\n  Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards\n  Let's face it, there's no replacement\n  Taste this mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with\n  Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted\n  Funk doctor, who? 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When I created rhyme\nFor the simple fact, when I attack I crush your pride\nOur intention to ride, every time, all night\nI'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar\nFor me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride\nBreakin' in gas with the '68 all-day\nIn-and-out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies\n\nSo mandatory my elevation, my lyrics like orientation\nSo you can be more familiar with the nigga you facin'\nWe must be patient, nothin' better than communication\nKnown to damage and highly flammable, like gas stations\nSorry, I left that ass waitin', no more procrastination\nGive up to fate and get that ass shakin'\nI'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic\nDon't take your life for granted\nPut that ass in the dirt, you swear the bitch was planted\nMy lyrics motivate the planet\nIt's similar to, \"Rhythm Nation\", but thugged out, forgive me, Janet\nWho's in control? 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'Cause smilin' faces deceive\n  You best believe: to MCs, I'm the deadliest disease\n  My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe\n  Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees\n  In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics\n  My verbal snipe your vocabs on site\n  I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all\n  So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall\n  You already have an idea about the superior sphere\n  The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator\n  I rock from here to there, to Philly and back\n  To L.A., on the spot where I rock and bust like straps\n  As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact\n  Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat\n\n  Fuck you losers\n  While you fake jacks, I makes maneuvers\n  Like Hitler stickin' up- with German-\n  The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle\n  Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial\n  Rarely do you see an MC out for justice\n  Got my gun powder and my musket — blaow!\n  Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan\n  Half of my clan's repeat felons\n  Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels\n  Man, I stay on point like icicles\n  Now, who wanna test Tical, the tes-ticals\n  All up in your motherfuckin' mouth\n  Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie\n  Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me\n  Better take one and pass or that's that ass\n  Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast\n  Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash\n  Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast\n\n  Ayo, lyrical gat spittin' the criminal tactics\n  Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards\n  Let's face it, there's no replacement\n  Taste this mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with\n  Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted\n  Funk doctor, who? 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When I created rhyme\n  For the simple fact, when I attack I crush your pride\n  Our intention to ride, every time, all night\n  I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar\n  For me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride\n  Breakin' in gas with the '68 all-day\n  In-and-out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies\n\n  So mandatory my elevation, my lyrics like orientation\n  So you can be more familiar with the nigga you facin'\n  We must be patient, nothin' better than communication\n  Known to damage and highly flammable, like gas stations\n  Sorry, I left that ass waitin', no more procrastination\n  Give up to fate and get that ass shakin'\n  I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic\n  Don't take your life for granted\n  Put that ass in the dirt, you swear the bitch was planted\n  My lyrics motivate the planet\n  It's similar to, \"Rhythm Nation\", but thugged out, forgive me, Janet\n  Who's in control? 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'Cause smilin' faces deceive\n  You best believe: to MCs, I'm the deadliest disease\n  My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe\n  Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees\n  In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics\n  My verbal snipe your vocabs on site\n  I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all\n  So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall\n  You already have an idea about the superior sphere\n  The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator\n  I rock from here to there, to Philly and back\n  To L.A., on the spot where I rock and bust like straps\n  As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact\n  Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat\n\n  Fuck you losers\n  While you fake jacks, I makes maneuvers\n  Like Hitler stickin' up- with German-\n  The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle\n  Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial\n  Rarely do you see an MC out for justice\n  Got my gun powder and my musket — blaow!\n  Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan\n  Half of my clan's repeat felons\n  Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels\n  Man, I stay on point like icicles\n  Now, who wanna test Tical, the tes-ticals\n  All up in your motherfuckin' mouth\n  Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie\n  Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me\n  Better take one and pass or that's that ass\n  Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast\n  Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash\n  Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast\n\n  Ayo, lyrical gat spittin' the criminal tactics\n  Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards\n  Let's face it, there's no replacement\n  Taste this mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with\n  Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted\n  Funk doctor, who? 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When I created rhyme\nFor the simple fact, when I attack I crush your pride\nOur intention to ride, every time, all night\nI'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar\nFor me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride\nBreakin' in gas with the '68 all-day\nIn-and-out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies\n\nSo mandatory my elevation, my lyrics like orientation\nSo you can be more familiar with the nigga you facin'\nWe must be patient, nothin' better than communication\nKnown to damage and highly flammable, like gas stations\nSorry, I left that ass waitin', no more procrastination\nGive up to fate and get that ass shakin'\nI'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic\nDon't take your life for granted\nPut that ass in the dirt, you swear the bitch was planted\nMy lyrics motivate the planet\nIt's similar to, \"Rhythm Nation\", but thugged out, forgive me, Janet\nWho's in control? I'm activatin' your souls\nYou know the way the games gettin' told\nYo, two years ago, a friend of mine\nTold me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind\nBear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote\nTakin' off my coat, clearin' my throat\n\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGet in, get into\nLet it ride, tonight's the night\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGet in, get into\nLet it ride, tonight's the night\n\nWell, I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylacs\nFor protection, so my fuckin' sack won't collapse\n'Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the X-rays\nSendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave\nI wonder if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MCs\nShows my heart's as cold as the tundra\nElectrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much\nRough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch\nI'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' Bombay\nYou got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei\nMy rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind\nAs the deadly virus spread through your head like sand palm\nThere's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'\nI use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin'\nOpposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain\nLaughter enhances the chances of the killin'\nWhy is that? 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'Cause smilin' faces deceive\n  You best believe: to MCs, I'm the deadliest disease\n  My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe\n  Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees\n  In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics\n  My verbal snipe your vocabs on site\n  I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all\n  So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall\n  You already have an idea about the superior sphere\n  The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator\n  I rock from here to there, to Philly and back\n  To L.A., on the spot where I rock and bust like straps\n  As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact\n  Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat\n\n  Fuck you losers\n  While you fake jacks, I makes maneuvers\n  Like Hitler stickin' up- with German-\n  The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle\n  Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial\n  Rarely do you see an MC out for justice\n  Got my gun powder and my musket — blaow!\n  Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan\n  Half of my clan's repeat felons\n  Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels\n  Man, I stay on point like icicles\n  Now, who wanna test Tical, the tes-ticals\n  All up in your motherfuckin' mouth\n  Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie\n  Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me\n  Better take one and pass or that's that ass\n  Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast\n  Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash\n  Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast\n\n  Ayo, lyrical gat spittin' the criminal tactics\n  Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards\n  Let's face it, there's no replacement\n  Taste this mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with\n  Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted\n  Funk doctor, who? 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When I created rhyme\nFor the simple fact, when I attack I crush your pride\nOur intention to ride, every time, all night\nI'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar\nFor me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride\nBreakin' in gas with the '68 all-day\nIn-and-out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies\n\nSo mandatory my elevation, my lyrics like orientation\nSo you can be more familiar with the nigga you facin'\nWe must be patient, nothin' better than communication\nKnown to damage and highly flammable, like gas stations\nSorry, I left that ass waitin', no more procrastination\nGive up to fate and get that ass shakin'\nI'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic\nDon't take your life for granted\nPut that ass in the dirt, you swear the bitch was planted\nMy lyrics motivate the planet\nIt's similar to, \"Rhythm Nation\", but thugged out, forgive me, Janet\nWho's in control? I'm activatin' your souls\nYou know the way the games gettin' told\nYo, two years ago, a friend of mine\nTold me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind\nBear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote\nTakin' off my coat, clearin' my throat\n\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGet in, get into\nLet it ride, tonight's the night\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGet in, get into\nLet it ride, tonight's the night\n\nWell, I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylacs\nFor protection, so my fuckin' sack won't collapse\n'Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the X-rays\nSendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave\nI wonder if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MCs\nShows my heart's as cold as the tundra\nElectrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much\nRough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch\nI'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' Bombay\nYou got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei\nMy rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind\nAs the deadly virus spread through your head like sand palm\nThere's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'\nI use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin'\nOpposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain\nLaughter enhances the chances of the killin'\nWhy is that? 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'Cause smilin' faces deceive\n  You best believe: to MCs, I'm the deadliest disease\n  My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe\n  Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees\n  In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics\n  My verbal snipe your vocabs on site\n  I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all\n  So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall\n  You already have an idea about the superior sphere\n  The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator\n  I rock from here to there, to Philly and back\n  To L.A., on the spot where I rock and bust like straps\n  As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact\n  Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat\n\n  Fuck you losers\n  While you fake jacks, I makes maneuvers\n  Like Hitler stickin' up- with German-\n  The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle\n  Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial\n  Rarely do you see an MC out for justice\n  Got my gun powder and my musket — blaow!\n  Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan\n  Half of my clan's repeat felons\n  Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels\n  Man, I stay on point like icicles\n  Now, who wanna test Tical, the tes-ticals\n  All up in your motherfuckin' mouth\n  Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie\n  Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me\n  Better take one and pass or that's that ass\n  Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast\n  Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash\n  Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast\n\n  Ayo, lyrical gat spittin' the criminal tactics\n  Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards\n  Let's face it, there's no replacement\n  Taste this mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with\n  Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted\n  Funk doctor, who? 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'Cause smilin' faces deceive\n  You best believe: to MCs, I'm the deadliest disease\n  My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe\n  Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees\n  In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics\n  My verbal snipe your vocabs on site\n  I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all\n  So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall\n  You already have an idea about the superior sphere\n  The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator\n  I rock from here to there, to Philly and back\n  To L.A., on the spot where I rock and bust like straps\n  As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact\n  Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat\n\n  Fuck you losers\n  While you fake jacks, I makes maneuvers\n  Like Hitler stickin' up- with German-\n  The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle\n  Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial\n  Rarely do you see an MC out for justice\n  Got my gun powder and my musket — blaow!\n  Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan\n  Half of my clan's repeat felons\n  Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels\n  Man, I stay on point like icicles\n  Now, who wanna test Tical, the tes-ticals\n  All up in your motherfuckin' mouth\n  Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie\n  Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me\n  Better take one and pass or that's that ass\n  Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast\n  Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash\n  Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast\n\n  Ayo, lyrical gat spittin' the criminal tactics\n  Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards\n  Let's face it, there's no replacement\n  Taste this mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with\n  Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted\n  Funk doctor, who? 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I'm activatin' your souls\nYou know the way the games gettin' told\nYo, two years ago, a friend of mine\nTold me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind\nBear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote\nTakin' off my coat, clearin' my throat\n\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGet in, get into\nLet it ride, tonight's the night\nI got my mind made up, come on\nGet in, get into\nLet it ride, tonight's the night\n\nWell, I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylacs\nFor protection, so my fuckin' sack won't collapse\n'Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the X-rays\nSendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave\nI wonder if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MCs\nShows my heart's as cold as the tundra\nElectrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much\nRough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch\nI'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' Bombay\nYou got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei\nMy rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind\nAs the deadly virus spread through your head like sand palm\nThere's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'\nI use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin'\nOpposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain\nLaughter enhances the chances of the killin'\nWhy is that? 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When I created rhyme\n  For the simple fact, when I attack I crush your pride\n  Our intention to ride, every time, all night\n  I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar\n  For me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride\n  Breakin' in gas with the '68 all-day\n  In-and-out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies\n\n  So mandatory my elevation, my lyrics like orientation\n  So you can be more familiar with the nigga you facin'\n  We must be patient, nothin' better than communication\n  Known to damage and highly flammable, like gas stations\n  Sorry, I left that ass waitin', no more procrastination\n  Give up to fate and get that ass shakin'\n  I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic\n  Don't take your life for granted\n  Put that ass in the dirt, you swear the bitch was planted\n  My lyrics motivate the planet\n  It's similar to, \"Rhythm Nation\", but thugged out, forgive me, Janet\n  Who's in control? I'm activatin' your souls\n  You know the way the games gettin' told\n  Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine\n  Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind\n  Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote\n  Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat\n\n  I got my mind made up, come on\n  Get in, get into\n  Let it ride, tonight's the night\n  I got my mind made up, come on\n  Get in, get into\n  Let it ride, tonight's the night\n\n  Well, I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylacs\n  For protection, so my fuckin' sack won't collapse\n  'Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the X-rays\n  Sendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave\n  I wonder if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MCs\n  Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra\n  Electrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much\n  Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch\n  I'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' Bombay\n  You got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei\n  My rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind\n  As the deadly virus spread through your head like sand palm\n  There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'\n  I use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin'\n  Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain\n  Laughter enhances the chances of the killin'\n  Why is that? 'Cause smilin' faces deceive\n  You best believe: to MCs, I'm the deadliest disease\n  My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe\n  Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees\n  In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics\n  My verbal snipe your vocabs on site\n  I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all\n  So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall\n  You already have an idea about the superior sphere\n  The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator\n  I rock from here to there, to Philly and back\n  To L.A., on the spot where I rock and bust like straps\n  As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact\n  Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat\n\n  Fuck you losers\n  While you fake jacks, I makes maneuvers\n  Like Hitler stickin' up- with German-\n  The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle\n  Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial\n  Rarely do you see an MC out for justice\n  Got my gun powder and my musket — blaow!\n  Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan\n  Half of my clan's repeat felons\n  Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels\n  Man, I stay on point like icicles\n  Now, who wanna test Tical, the tes-ticals\n  All up in your motherfuckin' mouth\n  Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie\n  Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me\n  Better take one and pass or that's that ass\n  Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast\n  Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash\n  Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast\n\n  Ayo, lyrical gat spittin' the criminal tactics\n  Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards\n  Let's face it, there's no replacement\n  Taste this mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with\n  Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted\n  Funk doctor, who? Spock, bitch, don't get it twisted\n  I got connects like Federal Express\n  To get the fresh package of bless the dogs can't fetch\n  Got the clear spot from the rear block\n  To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not\n  Hold your nose and blow out 'til your ears pop\n  Since your crew suit you to shift\n  That you claim that your gears locked\n  Whiff this underground cannabis\n  I'm dangerous like John the Bomb Analyst\n  Flip MCs like ki's\n  My degrees freeze consecutively, like EPMD LPs\n  Lick off a shot and hit your fam by mistake\n  So I erase the whole front row at the wake\n  I planned my escape in case Jake wanna snake\n  Bust it, I'm the one pushin' the hearse, in the first place\n  Confidence for you shaky-ass folks\n  Pump for Rockafeller for the day he got smoked\n  Choke off this antidote, got you ope\n  Get roast by my lyrical Billy Dee .45 Colt\n\n  (And I'm out) I am INS the Rebel\n  West, list this\n  This, this\n"}]