[{"id":11736446,"name":"RAW (Backwards)","trackName":"RAW (Backwards)","artistName":"Ab‐Soul","albumName":"Do What Thou Wilt.","duration":285.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Raw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\n\nWhat's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\nI'm mashing across the masses\nMy movement massive\nI'm low-key, like a locksmith\nWorking on both knees\nYou nosy, wire tap bands\nGot fur on where my toes be\nI'm cosy\nAct like you know me\nWicked as Aleister Crowley\nI just might OD\nOverly dedicated, just like my homie\nSecond to none in the first place, I need a trophy\nDoing whatever I please, it's like fuck your feelings\nMan I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings\nWhat's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole\nI'm levitating, way too crazy\nWay too wavy for your sandcastle\n\nAy man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\nI'm mashing across the masses\nMy movement massive\nThe backwoods with the gas in it\nYou roll the raw, I spell it backwards\nThrow that wack shit up in the trash can\n\nWe don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\nNo more\nNo more, no more\nNo more, no more\n\nI'm going loco\nThis nigga Soulo back in this hoe though\nOh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho\nIs it music? Voodoo? I don't know\nBut don't confuse me with D'Angelo\nI'm the angel of\nSpooky, hope your army got lots of armor\nCuz we don't die, we just multiply, divide and conquer\nRemember when the battle mongers called me a reject\n'Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect\nNow I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a hero\nSteps ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes\n47 shit, fuck it, fly to the beast coast\nJust to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo\nPass the pot, let me skill it\nThe temperature is scalding\nThe novices make me nauseous\nI was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he\nFigured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a milli\nI told Kenny keep quiet, I'ma get him\nWe don't need dirt on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me\nHurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D\nIs standing next to King Kunta feeling like Toby\nMoos what I gotta do boy?\nI'm just waiting on your cue to take him to school boy!\nFuck all this wordplay\nTop, tell these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!\nMayday\n\nAy man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\nI'm mashing across the masses\nMy movement massive\nThe backwoods with the gas in it\nYou roll the raw, I spell it backwards\nThrow that wack shit up in the trash can\n\nWe don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\nNo more\nNo more, no more\nNo more, no more\n\nI'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin\nTo read Genesis\n'Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites\nAbout that fucking life\nYou fucking right, I need to\nStand up for my fucking rights\nOut of sight, out of mind\nStill leave insight in your brain\nGot your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things\nI mean check my subject range\nAgartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's\nRevelations reiterated\nThis revolutionary\nShit you bump that gives you goosebumps\n'Cause the truth is scary\nDo What Thou Wilt\nI'm not talented, I'm skilled\nI'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield\nWould've attended to university, but it was silly to me\nBecause the whole universe is just a city to me","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.46] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:08.96] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:10.21] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:11.89] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:13.73] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:15.32] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:16.97] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:18.82] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:20.43] What's happening? 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Another baptism by pastor black lip\n[03:14.96] I'm mashing across the masses\n[03:17.15] My movement massive\n[03:18.41] The backwoods with the gas in it\n[03:20.67] You roll the raw, I spell it backwards\n[03:22.42] Throw that wack shit up in the trash can\n[03:25.19] We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\n[03:29.63] No more\n[03:33.12] No more, no more\n[03:36.67] No more, no more\n[03:52.09] I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin\n[03:55.50] To read Genesis\n[03:57.31] 'Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites\n[04:00.62] About that fucking life\n[04:02.22] You fucking right, I need to\n[04:03.80] Stand up for my fucking rights\n[04:05.59] Out of sight, out of mind\n[04:07.16] Still leave insight in your brain\n[04:09.06] Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things\n[04:12.54] I mean check my subject range\n[04:14.01] Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's\n[04:18.87] Revelations reiterated\n[04:21.01] This revolutionary\n[04:22.32] Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps\n[04:24.24] 'Cause the truth is scary\n[04:25.84] Do What Thou Wilt\n[04:26.91] I'm not talented, I'm skilled\n[04:29.06] I'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield\n[04:32.28] Would've attended to university, but it was silly to me\n[04:35.73] Because the whole universe is just a city to me\n[04:39.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: RAW (Backwards)\n  artist: Ab‐Soul\n  album: Do What Thou Wilt.\n  duration_ms: 285000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  start_ms: 6460\n  end_ms: 8960\n- text: Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  start_ms: 8960\n  end_ms: 10210\n- text: Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  start_ms: 10210\n  end_ms: 11890\n- text: Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  start_ms: 11890\n  end_ms: 13730\n- text: Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  start_ms: 13730\n  end_ms: 15320\n- text: Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  start_ms: 15320\n  end_ms: 16970\n- text: Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  start_ms: 16970\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 20430\n- text: What's happening? 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Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  I'm mashing across the masses\n  My movement massive\n  I'm low-key, like a locksmith\n  Working on both knees\n  You nosy, wire tap bands\n  Got fur on where my toes be\n  I'm cosy\n  Act like you know me\n  Wicked as Aleister Crowley\n  I just might OD\n  Overly dedicated, just like my homie\n  Second to none in the first place, I need a trophy\n  Doing whatever I please, it's like fuck your feelings\n  Man I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings\n  What's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole\n  I'm levitating, way too crazy\n  Way too wavy for your sandcastle\n\n  Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  I'm mashing across the masses\n  My movement massive\n  The backwoods with the gas in it\n  You roll the raw, I spell it backwards\n  Throw that wack shit up in the trash can\n\n  We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\n  No more\n  No more, no more\n  No more, no more\n\n  I'm going loco\n  This nigga Soulo back in this hoe though\n  Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho\n  Is it music? Voodoo? 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Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  I'm mashing across the masses\n  My movement massive\n  The backwoods with the gas in it\n  You roll the raw, I spell it backwards\n  Throw that wack shit up in the trash can\n\n  We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\n  No more\n  No more, no more\n  No more, no more\n\n  I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin\n  To read Genesis\n  'Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites\n  About that fucking life\n  You fucking right, I need to\n  Stand up for my fucking rights\n  Out of sight, out of mind\n  Still leave insight in your brain\n  Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things\n  I mean check my subject range\n  Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's\n  Revelations reiterated\n  This revolutionary\n  Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps\n  'Cause the truth is scary\n  Do What Thou Wilt\n  I'm not talented, I'm skilled\n  I'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield\n  Would've attended to university, but it was silly to me\n  Because the whole universe is just a city to me\n"},{"id":9355874,"name":"RAW (backwards)","trackName":"RAW (backwards)","artistName":"Ab-Soul","albumName":"Do What Thou Wilt.","duration":285.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Raw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\nRaw backwards on all you rappers\n\nWhat's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\nI'm mashing across the masses\nMy movement massive\nI'm low-key, like a locksmith\nWorking on both knees\nYou nosy, wire tap bands\nGot fur on where my toes be\nI'm cosy\nAct like you know me\nWicked as Aleister Crowley\nI just might OD\nOverly dedicated, just like my homie\nSecond to none in the first place, I need a trophy\nDoing whatever I please, it's like fuck your feelings\nMan I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings\nWhat's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole\nI'm levitating, way too crazy\nWay too wavy for your sandcastle\n\nAy man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\nI'm mashing across the masses\nMy movement massive\nThe backwoods with the gas in it\nYou roll the raw, I spell it backwards\nThrow that wack shit up in the trash can\n\nWe don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\nNo more\nNo more, no more\nNo more, no more\n\nI'm going loco\nThis nigga Soulo back in this hoe though\nOh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho\nIs it music? Voodoo? I don't know\nBut don't confuse me with D'Angelo\nI'm the angel of\nSpooky, hope your army got lots of armor\nCuz we don't die, we just multiply, divide and conquer\nRemember when the battle mongers called me a reject\n'Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect\nNow I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a hero\nSteps ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes\n47 shit, fuck it, fly to the beast coast\nJust to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo\nPass the pot, let me skill it\nThe temperature is scalding\nThe novices make me nauseous\nI was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he\nFigured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a milli\nI told Kenny keep quiet, I'ma get him\nWe don't need dirt on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me\nHurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D\nIs standing next to King Kunta feeling like Toby\nMoos what I gotta do boy?\nI'm just waiting on your cue to take him to school boy!\nFuck all this wordplay\nTop, tell these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!\nMayday\n\nAy man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\nI'm mashing across the masses\nMy movement massive\nThe backwoods with the gas in it\nYou roll the raw, I spell it backwards\nThrow that wack shit up in the trash can\n\nWe don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\nNo more\nNo more, no more\nNo more, no more\n\nI'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin\nTo read Genesis\n'Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites\nAbout that fucking life\nYou fucking right, I need to\nStand up for my fucking rights\nOut of sight, out of mind\nStill leave insight in your brain\nGot your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things\nI mean check my subject range\nAgartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's\nRevelations reiterated\nThis revolutionary\nShit you bump that gives you goosebumps\n'Cause the truth is scary\nDo What Thou Wilt\nI'm not talented, I'm skilled\nI'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield\nWould've attended to university, but it was silly to me\nBecause the whole universe is just a city to me","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.47] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:08.97] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:10.24] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:11.87] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:13.77] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:15.38] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:16.93] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:18.84] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:20.48] What's happening? 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I don't know\nBut don't confuse me with D'Angelo\nI'm the angel of\nSpooky, hope your army got lots of armor\nCuz we don't die, we just multiply, divide and conquer\nRemember when the battle mongers called me a reject\n'Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect\nNow I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a hero\nSteps ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes\n47 shit, fuck it, fly to the beast coast\nJust to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo\nPass the pot, let me skill it\nThe temperature is scalding\nThe novices make me nauseous\nI was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he\nFigured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a milli\nI told Kenny keep quiet, I'ma get him\nWe don't need dirt on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me\nHurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D\nIs standing next to King Kunta feeling like Toby\nMoos what I gotta do boy?\nI'm just waiting on your cue to take him to school boy!\nFuck all this wordplay\nTop, tell these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!\nMayday\n\nAy man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\nI'm mashing across the masses\nMy movement massive\nThe backwoods with the gas in it\nYou roll the raw, I spell it backwards\nThrow that wack shit up in the trash can\n\nWe don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\nNo more\nNo more, no more\nNo more, no more\n\nI'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin\nTo read Genesis\n'Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites\nAbout that fucking life\nYou fucking right, I need to\nStand up for my fucking rights\nOut of sight, out of mind\nStill leave insight in your brain\nGot your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things\nI mean check my subject range\nAgartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's\nRevelations reiterated\nThis revolutionary\nShit you bump that gives you goosebumps\n'Cause the truth is scary\nDo What Thou Wilt\nI'm not talented, I'm skilled\nI'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield\nWould've attended to university, but it was silly to me\nBecause the whole universe is just a city to me","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.47] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:08.97] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:10.24] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:11.87] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:13.77] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:15.38] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:16.93] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:18.84] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:20.48] What's happening? 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Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  I'm mashing across the masses\n  My movement massive\n  I'm low-key, like a locksmith\n  Working on both knees\n  You nosy, wire tap bands\n  Got fur on where my toes be\n  I'm cosy\n  Act like you know me\n  Wicked as Aleister Crowley\n  I just might OD\n  Overly dedicated, just like my homie\n  Second to none in the first place, I need a trophy\n  Doing whatever I please, it's like fuck your feelings\n  Man I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings\n  What's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole\n  I'm levitating, way too crazy\n  Way too wavy for your sandcastle\n\n  Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  I'm mashing across the masses\n  My movement massive\n  The backwoods with the gas in it\n  You roll the raw, I spell it backwards\n  Throw that wack shit up in the trash can\n\n  We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\n  No more\n  No more, no more\n  No more, no more\n\n  I'm going loco\n  This nigga Soulo back in this hoe though\n  Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho\n  Is it music? Voodoo? 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They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole\nI'm levitating, way too crazy\nWay too wavy for your sandcastle\n\nAy man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\nI'm mashing across the masses\nMy movement massive\nThe backwoods with the gas in it\nYou roll the raw, I spell it backwards\nThrow that wack shit up in the trash can\n\nWe don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\nNo more\nNo more, no more\nNo more, no more\n\nI'm going loco\nThis nigga Soulo back in this hoe though\nOh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho\nIs it music? Voodoo? 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Another baptism by pastor black lip\nI'm mashing across the masses\nMy movement massive\nThe backwoods with the gas in it\nYou roll the raw, I spell it backwards\nThrow that wack shit up in the trash can\n\nWe don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\nNo more\nNo more, no more\nNo more, no more\n\nI'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin\nTo read Genesis\n'Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites\nAbout that fucking life\nYou fucking right, I need to\nStand up for my fucking rights\nOut of sight, out of mind\nStill leave insight in your brain\nGot your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things\nI mean check my subject range\nAgartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's\nRevelations reiterated\nThis revolutionary\nShit you bump that gives you goosebumps\n'Cause the truth is scary\nDo What Thou Wilt\nI'm not talented, I'm skilled\nI'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield\nWould've attended to university, but it was silly to me\nBecause the whole universe is just a city to me","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.47] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:08.97] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:10.24] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:11.87] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:13.77] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:15.38] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:16.93] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:18.84] Raw backwards on all you rappers\n[00:20.48] What's happening? 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Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  I'm mashing across the masses\n  My movement massive\n  The backwoods with the gas in it\n  You roll the raw, I spell it backwards\n  Throw that wack shit up in the trash can\n\n  We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\n  No more\n  No more, no more\n  No more, no more\n\n  I'm going loco\n  This nigga Soulo back in this hoe though\n  Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho\n  Is it music? Voodoo? 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Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  I'm mashing across the masses\n  My movement massive\n  The backwoods with the gas in it\n  You roll the raw, I spell it backwards\n  Throw that wack shit up in the trash can\n\n  We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\n  No more\n  No more, no more\n  No more, no more\n\n  I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin\n  To read Genesis\n  'Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites\n  About that fucking life\n  You fucking right, I need to\n  Stand up for my fucking rights\n  Out of sight, out of mind\n  Still leave insight in your brain\n  Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things\n  I mean check my subject range\n  Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's\n  Revelations reiterated\n  This revolutionary\n  Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps\n  'Cause the truth is scary\n  Do What Thou Wilt\n  I'm not talented, I'm skilled\n  I'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield\n  Would've attended to university, but it was silly to me\n  Because the whole universe is just a city to me\n"},{"id":10103507,"name":"RAW (backwards)","trackName":"RAW (backwards)","artistName":"Ab‐Soul feat. 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Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  I'm mashing across the masses\n  My movement massive\n  The backwoods with the gas in it\n  You roll the raw, I spell it backwards\n  Throw that wack shit up in the trash can\n\n  We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\n  No more\n  No more, no more\n  No more, no more\n\n  I'm going loco\n  This nigga Soulo back in this hoe though\n  Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho\n  Is it music? Voodoo? 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They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole\n  start_ms: 52970\n  end_ms: 56120\n- text: I'm levitating, way too crazy\n  start_ms: 56120\n  end_ms: 58030\n- text: Way too wavy for your sandcastle\n  start_ms: 58030\n  end_ms: 60240\n- text: Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  start_ms: 60240\n  end_ms: 64130\n- text: I'm mashing across the masses\n  start_ms: 64130\n  end_ms: 66290\n- text: My movement massive\n  start_ms: 66290\n  end_ms: 67390\n- text: The backwoods with the gas in it\n  start_ms: 67390\n  end_ms: 69790\n- text: You roll the raw, I spell it backwards\n  start_ms: 69790\n  end_ms: 71660\n- text: Throw that wack shit up in the trash can\n  start_ms: 71660\n  end_ms: 74370\n- text: We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\n  start_ms: 74370\n  end_ms: 78530\n- text: No more\n  start_ms: 78530\n  end_ms: 82040\n- text: No more, no more\n  start_ms: 82040\n  end_ms: 85640\n- text: No more, no more\n  start_ms: 85640\n  end_ms: 97320\n- text: I'm going loco\n  start_ms: 97320\n  end_ms: 98770\n- text: This nigga Soulo back in this hoe though\n  start_ms: 98770\n  end_ms: 101180\n- text: Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho\n  start_ms: 101180\n  end_ms: 104300\n- text: Is it music? Voodoo? I don't know\n  start_ms: 104300\n  end_ms: 107440\n- text: But don't confuse me with D'Angelo\n  start_ms: 107440\n  end_ms: 110000\n- text: I'm the angel of\n  start_ms: 110000\n  end_ms: 111170\n- text: Spooky, hope your army got lots of armor\n  start_ms: 111170\n  end_ms: 114360\n- text: Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, divide and conquer\n  start_ms: 114360\n  end_ms: 117870\n- text: Remember when the battle mongers called me a reject\n  start_ms: 117870\n  end_ms: 121370\n- text: '''Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect'\n  start_ms: 121370\n  end_ms: 124530\n- text: Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a hero\n  start_ms: 124530\n  end_ms: 128200\n- text: Steps ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes\n  start_ms: 128200\n  end_ms: 131330\n- text: 47 shit, fuck it, fly to the beast coast\n  start_ms: 131330\n  end_ms: 134800\n- text: Just to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo\n  start_ms: 134800\n  end_ms: 138520\n- text: Pass the pot, let me skill it\n  start_ms: 138520\n  end_ms: 141230\n- text: The temperature is scalding\n  start_ms: 141230\n  end_ms: 142540\n- text: The novices make me nauseous\n  start_ms: 142540\n  end_ms: 144450\n- text: I was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he\n  start_ms: 144450\n  end_ms: 147620\n- text: Figured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a milli\n  start_ms: 147620\n  end_ms: 151760\n- text: I told Kenny keep quiet, I'ma get him\n  start_ms: 151760\n  end_ms: 154680\n- text: We don't need dirt on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me\n  start_ms: 154680\n  end_ms: 158760\n- text: Hurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D\n  start_ms: 158760\n  end_ms: 161790\n- text: Is standing next to King Kunta feeling like Toby\n  start_ms: 161790\n  end_ms: 165970\n- text: Moos what I gotta do boy?\n  start_ms: 165970\n  end_ms: 168950\n- text: I'm just waiting on your cue to take him to school boy!\n  start_ms: 168950\n  end_ms: 172180\n- text: Fuck all this wordplay\n  start_ms: 172180\n  end_ms: 174840\n- text: Top, tell these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!\n  start_ms: 174840\n  end_ms: 178020\n- text: Mayday\n  start_ms: 178020\n  end_ms: 191220\n- text: Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  start_ms: 191220\n  end_ms: 194980\n- text: I'm mashing across the masses\n  start_ms: 194980\n  end_ms: 197170\n- text: My movement massive\n  start_ms: 197170\n  end_ms: 198440\n- text: The backwoods with the gas in it\n  start_ms: 198440\n  end_ms: 200660\n- text: You roll the raw, I spell it backwards\n  start_ms: 200660\n  end_ms: 202450\n- text: Throw that wack shit up in the trash can\n  start_ms: 202450\n  end_ms: 205140\n- text: We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\n  start_ms: 205140\n  end_ms: 209600\n- text: No more\n  start_ms: 209600\n  end_ms: 213160\n- text: No more, no more\n  start_ms: 213160\n  end_ms: 216610\n- text: No more, no more\n  start_ms: 216610\n  end_ms: 232070\n- text: I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin\n  start_ms: 232070\n  end_ms: 235530\n- text: To read Genesis\n  start_ms: 235530\n  end_ms: 237380\n- text: '''Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites'\n  start_ms: 237380\n  end_ms: 240610\n- text: About that fucking life\n  start_ms: 240610\n  end_ms: 242240\n- text: You fucking right, I need to\n  start_ms: 242240\n  end_ms: 243820\n- text: Stand up for my fucking rights\n  start_ms: 243820\n  end_ms: 245510\n- text: Out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 245510\n  end_ms: 247160\n- text: Still leave insight in your brain\n  start_ms: 247160\n  end_ms: 249060\n- text: Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things\n  start_ms: 249060\n  end_ms: 252550\n- text: I mean check my subject range\n  start_ms: 252550\n  end_ms: 254010\n- text: Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's\n  start_ms: 254010\n  end_ms: 258870\n- text: Revelations reiterated\n  start_ms: 258870\n  end_ms: 261020\n- text: This revolutionary\n  start_ms: 261020\n  end_ms: 262390\n- text: Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps\n  start_ms: 262390\n  end_ms: 264230\n- text: '''Cause the truth is scary'\n  start_ms: 264230\n  end_ms: 265820\n- text: Do What Thou Wilt\n  start_ms: 265820\n  end_ms: 266970\n- text: I'm not talented, I'm skilled\n  start_ms: 266970\n  end_ms: 269100\n- text: I'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield\n  start_ms: 269100\n  end_ms: 272200\n- text: Would've attended to university, but it was silly to me\n  start_ms: 272200\n  end_ms: 275710\n- text: Because the whole universe is just a city to me\n  start_ms: 275710\n  end_ms: 279720\nplain: |-\n  Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  Raw backwards on all you rappers\n  Raw backwards on all you rappers\n\n  What's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  I'm mashing across the masses\n  My movement massive\n  I'm low-key, like a locksmith\n  Working on both knees\n  You nosy, wire tap bands\n  Got fur on where my toes be\n  I'm cosy\n  Act like you know me\n  Wicked as Aleister Crowley\n  I just might OD\n  Overly dedicated, just like my homie\n  Second to none in the first place, I need a trophy\n  Doing whatever I please, it's like fuck your feelings\n  Man I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings\n  What's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole\n  I'm levitating, way too crazy\n  Way too wavy for your sandcastle\n\n  Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  I'm mashing across the masses\n  My movement massive\n  The backwoods with the gas in it\n  You roll the raw, I spell it backwards\n  Throw that wack shit up in the trash can\n\n  We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\n  No more\n  No more, no more\n  No more, no more\n\n  I'm going loco\n  This nigga Soulo back in this hoe though\n  Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho\n  Is it music? Voodoo? I don't know\n  But don't confuse me with D'Angelo\n  I'm the angel of\n  Spooky, hope your army got lots of armor\n  Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, divide and conquer\n  Remember when the battle mongers called me a reject\n  'Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect\n  Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a hero\n  Steps ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes\n  47 shit, fuck it, fly to the beast coast\n  Just to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo\n  Pass the pot, let me skill it\n  The temperature is scalding\n  The novices make me nauseous\n  I was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he\n  Figured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a milli\n  I told Kenny keep quiet, I'ma get him\n  We don't need dirt on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me\n  Hurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D\n  Is standing next to King Kunta feeling like Toby\n  Moos what I gotta do boy?\n  I'm just waiting on your cue to take him to school boy!\n  Fuck all this wordplay\n  Top, tell these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!\n  Mayday\n\n  Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip\n  I'm mashing across the masses\n  My movement massive\n  The backwoods with the gas in it\n  You roll the raw, I spell it backwards\n  Throw that wack shit up in the trash can\n\n  We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more\n  No more\n  No more, no more\n  No more, no more\n\n  I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin\n  To read Genesis\n  'Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites\n  About that fucking life\n  You fucking right, I need to\n  Stand up for my fucking rights\n  Out of sight, out of mind\n  Still leave insight in your brain\n  Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things\n  I mean check my subject range\n  Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's\n  Revelations reiterated\n  This revolutionary\n  Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps\n  'Cause the truth is scary\n  Do What Thou Wilt\n  I'm not talented, I'm skilled\n  I'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield\n  Would've attended to university, but it was silly to me\n  Because the whole universe is just a city to me\n"}]