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I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\nHeavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\nPraise the son that can stand on his own two\nSmoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n[Chrous}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Brunch\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Dr. Lecter\n  duration_ms: 150000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro/Hook:]\n  {Know you broke my heart woman}\n  {When you said goodbye to me}\n  You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\n  Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\n  X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\n  And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\n  On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\n  I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\n  Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\n  No more childs play kid you with the big boys\n  Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\n  My family's hating that I rhyme with fury\n  Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\n  That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\n  Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\n  Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\n  You ain't never in the limelight, undercard\n  Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\n  Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  The second stanza even deadly than the first\n  From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\n  That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\n  I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\n  My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\n  He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\n  First day class, the Agassis are black and white\n  My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\n  Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser\n  Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\n  I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\n  Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\n  My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\n  Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\n  Just a taste of the life like a September call up\n  Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\n  Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\n  Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\n  Praise the son that can stand on his own two\n  Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n  [Chrous}\n"},{"id":19363452,"name":"Brunch","trackName":"Brunch","artistName":"Action Bronson","albumName":"Dr. Lecter","duration":356.208,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro/Hook:]\n{Know you broke my heart woman}\n{When you said goodbye to me}\nYou said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\nBefore you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n[Action Bronson:]\nJust let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\nX's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\nAnd bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\nOn two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\nI'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\nLive fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\nNo more childs play kid you with the big boys\nFuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\nMy family's hating that I rhyme with fury\nOnly focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\nThat'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\nPussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\nSpark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\nYou ain't never in the limelight, undercard\nBronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\nCommandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Action Bronson:]\nThe second stanza even deadly than the first\nFrom the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\nThat's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\nI'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\nMy bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\nHe'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\nFirst day class, the Agassis are black and white\nMy older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\nNow I'm a certified user, more like abuser\nSlice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\nI'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\nThough I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\nMy team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\nGreat intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\nJust a taste of the life like a September call up\nJohnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\nListen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\nHeavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\nPraise the son that can stand on his own two\nSmoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n[Chrous}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Brunch\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Dr. Lecter\n  duration_ms: 356208\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro/Hook:]\n  {Know you broke my heart woman}\n  {When you said goodbye to me}\n  You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\n  Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\n  X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\n  And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\n  On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\n  I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\n  Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\n  No more childs play kid you with the big boys\n  Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\n  My family's hating that I rhyme with fury\n  Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\n  That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\n  Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\n  Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\n  You ain't never in the limelight, undercard\n  Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\n  Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  The second stanza even deadly than the first\n  From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\n  That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\n  I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\n  My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\n  He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\n  First day class, the Agassis are black and white\n  My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\n  Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser\n  Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\n  I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\n  Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\n  My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\n  Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\n  Just a taste of the life like a September call up\n  Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\n  Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\n  Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\n  Praise the son that can stand on his own two\n  Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n  [Chrous}\n"},{"id":20586437,"name":"Brunch","trackName":"Brunch","artistName":"Action Bronson","albumName":"Dr. Lecter","duration":249.816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro/Hook:]\n{Know you broke my heart woman}\n{When you said goodbye to me}\nYou said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\nBefore you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n[Action Bronson:]\nJust let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\nX's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\nAnd bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\nOn two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\nI'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\nLive fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\nNo more childs play kid you with the big boys\nFuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\nMy family's hating that I rhyme with fury\nOnly focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\nThat'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\nPussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\nSpark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\nYou ain't never in the limelight, undercard\nBronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\nCommandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Action Bronson:]\nThe second stanza even deadly than the first\nFrom the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\nThat's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\nI'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\nMy bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\nHe'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\nFirst day class, the Agassis are black and white\nMy older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\nNow I'm a certified user, more like abuser\nSlice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\nI'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\nThough I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\nMy team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\nGreat intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\nJust a taste of the life like a September call up\nJohnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\nListen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\nHeavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\nPraise the son that can stand on his own two\nSmoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n[Chrous}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Brunch\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Dr. Lecter\n  duration_ms: 249816\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro/Hook:]\n  {Know you broke my heart woman}\n  {When you said goodbye to me}\n  You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\n  Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\n  X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\n  And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\n  On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\n  I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\n  Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\n  No more childs play kid you with the big boys\n  Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\n  My family's hating that I rhyme with fury\n  Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\n  That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\n  Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\n  Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\n  You ain't never in the limelight, undercard\n  Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\n  Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  The second stanza even deadly than the first\n  From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\n  That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\n  I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\n  My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\n  He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\n  First day class, the Agassis are black and white\n  My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\n  Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser\n  Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\n  I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\n  Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\n  My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\n  Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\n  Just a taste of the life like a September call up\n  Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\n  Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\n  Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\n  Praise the son that can stand on his own two\n  Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n  [Chrous}\n"},{"id":36488144,"name":"Brunch","trackName":"Brunch","artistName":"Action Bronson","albumName":"Dr. Lecter","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro/Hook:]\n{Know you broke my heart woman}\n{When you said goodbye to me}\nYou said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\nBefore you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n[Action Bronson:]\nJust let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\nX's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\nAnd bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\nOn two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\nI'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\nLive fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\nNo more childs play kid you with the big boys\nFuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\nMy family's hating that I rhyme with fury\nOnly focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\nThat'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\nPussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\nSpark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\nYou ain't never in the limelight, undercard\nBronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\nCommandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Action Bronson:]\nThe second stanza even deadly than the first\nFrom the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\nThat's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\nI'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\nMy bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\nHe'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\nFirst day class, the Agassis are black and white\nMy older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\nNow I'm a certified user, more like abuser\nSlice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\nI'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\nThough I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\nMy team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\nGreat intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\nJust a taste of the life like a September call up\nJohnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\nListen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\nHeavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\nPraise the son that can stand on his own two\nSmoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n[Chrous}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Brunch\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Dr. Lecter\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro/Hook:]\n  {Know you broke my heart woman}\n  {When you said goodbye to me}\n  You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\n  Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\n  X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\n  And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\n  On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\n  I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\n  Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\n  No more childs play kid you with the big boys\n  Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\n  My family's hating that I rhyme with fury\n  Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\n  That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\n  Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\n  Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\n  You ain't never in the limelight, undercard\n  Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\n  Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  The second stanza even deadly than the first\n  From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\n  That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\n  I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\n  My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\n  He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\n  First day class, the Agassis are black and white\n  My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\n  Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser\n  Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\n  I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\n  Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\n  My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\n  Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\n  Just a taste of the life like a September call up\n  Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\n  Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\n  Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\n  Praise the son that can stand on his own two\n  Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n  [Chrous}\n"},{"id":35073966,"name":"Brunch","trackName":"Brunch","artistName":"Action Bronson","albumName":"Dr. Lecter","duration":147.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro/Hook:]\n{Know you broke my heart woman}\n{When you said goodbye to me}\nYou said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\nBefore you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n[Action Bronson:]\nJust let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\nX's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\nAnd bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\nOn two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\nI'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\nLive fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\nNo more childs play kid you with the big boys\nFuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\nMy family's hating that I rhyme with fury\nOnly focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\nThat'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\nPussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\nSpark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\nYou ain't never in the limelight, undercard\nBronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\nCommandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Action Bronson:]\nThe second stanza even deadly than the first\nFrom the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\nThat's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\nI'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\nMy bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\nHe'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\nFirst day class, the Agassis are black and white\nMy older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\nNow I'm a certified user, more like abuser\nSlice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\nI'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\nThough I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\nMy team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\nGreat intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\nJust a taste of the life like a September call up\nJohnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\nListen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\nHeavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\nPraise the son that can stand on his own two\nSmoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n[Chrous}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Brunch\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Dr. Lecter\n  duration_ms: 147000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro/Hook:]\n  {Know you broke my heart woman}\n  {When you said goodbye to me}\n  You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\n  Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\n  X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\n  And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\n  On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\n  I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\n  Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\n  No more childs play kid you with the big boys\n  Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\n  My family's hating that I rhyme with fury\n  Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\n  That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\n  Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\n  Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\n  You ain't never in the limelight, undercard\n  Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\n  Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  The second stanza even deadly than the first\n  From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\n  That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\n  I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\n  My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\n  He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\n  First day class, the Agassis are black and white\n  My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\n  Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser\n  Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\n  I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\n  Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\n  My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\n  Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\n  Just a taste of the life like a September call up\n  Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\n  Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\n  Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\n  Praise the son that can stand on his own two\n  Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n  [Chrous}\n"},{"id":34634077,"name":"Brunch","trackName":"Brunch","artistName":"Action Bronson","albumName":"Dr. Lecter: The Instrumentals EP","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro/Hook:]\n{Know you broke my heart woman}\n{When you said goodbye to me}\nYou said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\nBefore you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n[Action Bronson:]\nJust let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\nX's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\nAnd bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\nOn two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\nI'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\nLive fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\nNo more childs play kid you with the big boys\nFuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\nMy family's hating that I rhyme with fury\nOnly focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\nThat'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\nPussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\nSpark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\nYou ain't never in the limelight, undercard\nBronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\nCommandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Action Bronson:]\nThe second stanza even deadly than the first\nFrom the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\nThat's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\nI'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\nMy bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\nHe'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\nFirst day class, the Agassis are black and white\nMy older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\nNow I'm a certified user, more like abuser\nSlice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\nI'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\nThough I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\nMy team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\nGreat intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\nJust a taste of the life like a September call up\nJohnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\nListen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\nHeavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\nPraise the son that can stand on his own two\nSmoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n[Chrous}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Brunch\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: 'Dr. Lecter: The Instrumentals EP'\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro/Hook:]\n  {Know you broke my heart woman}\n  {When you said goodbye to me}\n  You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\n  Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\n  X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\n  And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\n  On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\n  I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\n  Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\n  No more childs play kid you with the big boys\n  Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\n  My family's hating that I rhyme with fury\n  Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\n  That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\n  Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\n  Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\n  You ain't never in the limelight, undercard\n  Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\n  Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  The second stanza even deadly than the first\n  From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\n  That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\n  I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\n  My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\n  He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\n  First day class, the Agassis are black and white\n  My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\n  Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser\n  Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\n  I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\n  Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\n  My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\n  Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\n  Just a taste of the life like a September call up\n  Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\n  Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\n  Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\n  Praise the son that can stand on his own two\n  Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n  [Chrous}\n"},{"id":29338304,"name":"Brunch","trackName":"Brunch","artistName":"Action Bronson","albumName":"Dr. Lecter","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro/Hook:]\n{Know you broke my heart woman}\n{When you said goodbye to me}\nYou said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\nBefore you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n[Action Bronson:]\nJust let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\nX's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\nAnd bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\nOn two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\nI'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\nLive fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\nNo more childs play kid you with the big boys\nFuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\nMy family's hating that I rhyme with fury\nOnly focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\nThat'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\nPussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\nSpark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\nYou ain't never in the limelight, undercard\nBronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\nCommandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n[Hook]\n\n[Action Bronson:]\nThe second stanza even deadly than the first\nFrom the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\nThat's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\nI'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\nMy bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\nHe'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\nFirst day class, the Agassis are black and white\nMy older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\nNow I'm a certified user, more like abuser\nSlice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\nI'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\nThough I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\nMy team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\nGreat intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\nJust a taste of the life like a September call up\nJohnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\nListen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\nHeavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\nPraise the son that can stand on his own two\nSmoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n[Chrous}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Brunch\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Dr. Lecter\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro/Hook:]\n  {Know you broke my heart woman}\n  {When you said goodbye to me}\n  You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North\n  Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron\n  X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon\n  And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees\n  On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies\n  I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel\n  Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells\n  No more childs play kid you with the big boys\n  Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce\n  My family's hating that I rhyme with fury\n  Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases\n  That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry\n  Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry\n  Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard\n  You ain't never in the limelight, undercard\n  Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod\n  Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer\n\n  [Hook]\n\n  [Action Bronson:]\n  The second stanza even deadly than the first\n  From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth\n  That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization\n  I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from\n  My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade\n  He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade\n  First day class, the Agassis are black and white\n  My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe\n  Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser\n  Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza\n  I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy\n  Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere\n  My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up\n  Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up\n  Just a taste of the life like a September call up\n  Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up\n  Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung\n  Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run\n  Praise the son that can stand on his own two\n  Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew\n\n  [Chrous}\n"}]