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I'm right here\nCreepin' in the cold nights air\nTo get on my level take fifty light-years\nMy jewelry boxes like the habitat for white bears\nAfter I'm finished in the sauna\nI jump into some freezing cold water\nShake it like I'm reading from the Torah\nI'm 'bout to tat a skull on my skull\nHangin' from a snake's mouth comin' out a pyramid\nNow I'm at the steakhouse gettin' dirty looks\nGuess I shoulda wore a different shirt\nPoppin' wheelies on the Harley down 53rd\nBreak the guitar on your head after my solo shit\nI coulda been in Guns N' Roses dolo, bitch\nGot the Box Chevy jumpin' like a pogo stick\nDon't you motherfuckers know that I'm the logo kid? Uh\nYeah, don't you motherfuckers know that I'm the logo\nLike Jerry West and Teddy Ballgame\nI don't wear Balmain, swing the ball and chain executioner style\nDirty mountain tiger to the face\nBetter strap up, I'm 'bout to see space\nAs I entered, I felt everything was centered\nOh shit, I think I'm back in the placenta\nBut then I woke up in a Nissan Sentra\nIn the parking lot of Queens Center, uh (Don't hurt me baby)\nMy grandparents learned English watchin' Martin, uh, ha yeah\nMy grandparents learned English watchin' Martin, it's me, uh\nWild immigrants, my grandparents learned English watchin' Martin\n\nKnock, knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson\nKnock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson\nKnock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson\nKnock 'em out the box, Bronson\nYeah, uh, it's me, motherfucker\n\nThat's a ill vision\nThat's pretty fucked up\nIt sounds so bad, like the dog pound is runnin' through his bitch\n(He's walkin')\nThey all had their sneakers on, fuckin' fakin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:36.19] Knock, knock it out the box, Bronson\n[00:38.74] Knock, knock it out the box, Bronson\n[00:41.40] Yeah, uh, knock, knock it out the box, Bronson\n[00:48.93] Bitch I'm a superhero, I wasn't born with dinero\n[00:52.09] Somehow I turned into Deniro\n[00:54.01] Just give me one shot at the lead role\n[00:56.56] You'll be amazed, like the first time you seen snow\n[00:59.16] Down in Georgia on the Peach Grove\n[01:01.97] I shoot ninety-five percent from the free throw\n[01:04.62] Sixty from the field, strange sex appeal\n[01:07.06] The lone gunman, muffle the shotty with an old onion\n[01:10.33] This is no fun, never low funds, man, fuckin' crazy, uh\n[01:15.43] You must be out your mind\n[01:17.84] Back with a vengeance\n[01:19.71] Black MAC lookin' like Janet with extensions\n[01:21.71] I'm back on the bench presses, put the Audi in a red dress\n[01:25.42] Make ten lefts, I lost fifty on the Mets, I'm a mess\n[01:30.53] After practice hit the steps bitch\n[01:33.03] That's what I gotta do to be the best shit\n[01:35.79] Man these motherfuckers sleepin'\n[01:37.88] While Bronson bangin' pots and pans\n[01:39.97] Gotta understand these fake fucks are not your mans\n[01:42.65] Me, disappear, where? I'm right here\n[01:45.40] Creepin' in the cold nights air\n[01:47.53] To get on my level take fifty light-years\n[01:49.75] My jewelry boxes like the habitat for white bears\n[01:52.86] After I'm finished in the sauna\n[01:54.99] I jump into some freezing cold water\n[01:57.19] Shake it like I'm reading from the Torah\n[01:59.11] I'm 'bout to tat a skull on my skull\n[02:01.49] Hangin' from a snake's mouth comin' out a pyramid\n[02:04.16] Now I'm at the steakhouse gettin' dirty looks\n[02:07.24] Guess I shoulda wore a different shirt\n[02:09.29] Poppin' wheelies on the Harley down 53rd\n[02:11.10] Break the guitar on your head after my solo shit\n[02:14.83] I coulda been in Guns N' Roses dolo, bitch\n[02:18.31] Got the Box Chevy jumpin' like a pogo stick\n[02:21.16] Don't you motherfuckers know that I'm the logo kid? Uh\n[02:24.29] Yeah, don't you motherfuckers know that I'm the logo\n[02:29.48] Like Jerry West and Teddy Ballgame\n[02:31.79] I don't wear Balmain, swing the ball and chain executioner style\n[02:35.25] Dirty mountain tiger to the face\n[02:38.61] Better strap up, I'm 'bout to see space\n[02:40.21] As I entered, I felt everything was centered\n[02:43.19] Oh shit, I think I'm back in the placenta\n[02:46.71] But then I woke up in a Nissan Sentra\n[02:49.83] In the parking lot of Queens Center, uh (Don't hurt me baby)\n[02:54.21] My grandparents learned English watchin' Martin, uh, ha yeah\n[02:58.13] My grandparents learned English watchin' Martin, it's me, uh\n[03:03.25] Wild immigrants, my grandparents learned English watchin' Martin\n[03:10.90] Knock, knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson\n[03:15.43] Knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson\n[03:17.32] Knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson\n[03:20.16] Knock 'em out the box, Bronson\n[03:23.92] Yeah, uh, it's me, motherfucker\n[03:29.53] \n[04:00.86] That's a ill vision\n[04:12.10] That's pretty fucked up\n[04:22.59] It sounds so bad, like the dog pound is runnin' through his bitch\n[04:27.36] (He's walkin')\n[04:28.19] They all had their sneakers on, fuckin' fakin'\n[04:33.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dmtri\n artist: Action Bronson\n album: Action Bronson\n duration_ms: 274000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Knock, knock it out the box, Bronson\n start_ms: 36190\n end_ms: 38740\n- text: Knock, knock it out the box, Bronson\n start_ms: 38740\n end_ms: 41400\n- text: Yeah, uh, knock, knock it out the box, Bronson\n start_ms: 41400\n end_ms: 48930\n- text: Bitch I'm a superhero, I wasn't born with dinero\n start_ms: 48930\n end_ms: 52090\n- text: Somehow I turned into Deniro\n start_ms: 52090\n end_ms: 54010\n- text: Just give me one shot at the lead role\n start_ms: 54010\n end_ms: 56560\n- text: You'll be amazed, like the first time you seen snow\n start_ms: 56560\n end_ms: 59160\n- text: Down in Georgia on the Peach Grove\n start_ms: 59160\n end_ms: 61970\n- text: I shoot ninety-five percent from the free throw\n start_ms: 61970\n end_ms: 64620\n- text: Sixty from the field, strange sex appeal\n start_ms: 64620\n end_ms: 67060\n- text: The lone gunman, muffle the shotty with an old onion\n start_ms: 67060\n end_ms: 70330\n- text: This is no fun, never low funds, man, fuckin' crazy, uh\n start_ms: 70330\n end_ms: 75430\n- text: You must be out your mind\n start_ms: 75430\n end_ms: 77840\n- text: Back with a vengeance\n start_ms: 77840\n end_ms: 79710\n- text: Black MAC lookin' like Janet with extensions\n start_ms: 79710\n end_ms: 81710\n- text: I'm back on the bench presses, put the Audi in a red dress\n start_ms: 81710\n end_ms: 85420\n- text: Make ten lefts, I lost fifty on the Mets, I'm a mess\n start_ms: 85420\n end_ms: 90530\n- text: After practice hit the steps bitch\n start_ms: 90530\n end_ms: 93030\n- text: That's what I gotta do to be the best shit\n start_ms: 93030\n end_ms: 95790\n- text: Man these motherfuckers sleepin'\n start_ms: 95790\n end_ms: 97880\n- text: While Bronson bangin' pots and pans\n start_ms: 97880\n end_ms: 99970\n- text: Gotta understand these fake fucks are not your mans\n start_ms: 99970\n end_ms: 102650\n- text: Me, disappear, where? 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I'm right here\nCreepin' in the cold nights air\nTo get on my level take fifty light-years\nMy jewelry boxes like the habitat for white bears\nAfter I'm finished in the sauna\nI jump into some freezing cold water\nShake it like I'm reading from the Torah\nI'm 'bout to tat a skull on my skull\nHangin' from a snake's mouth comin' out a pyramid\nNow I'm at the steakhouse gettin' dirty looks\nGuess I shoulda wore a different shirt\nPoppin' wheelies on the Harley down 53rd\nBreak the guitar on your head after my solo shit\nI coulda been in Guns N' Roses dolo, bitch\nGot the Box Chevy jumpin' like a pogo stick\nDon't you motherfuckers know that I'm the logo kid? 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I'm right here\n[01:45.40] Creepin' in the cold nights air\n[01:47.53] To get on my level take fifty light-years\n[01:49.75] My jewelry boxes like the habitat for white bears\n[01:52.86] After I'm finished in the sauna\n[01:54.99] I jump into some freezing cold water\n[01:57.19] Shake it like I'm reading from the Torah\n[01:59.11] I'm 'bout to tat a skull on my skull\n[02:01.49] Hangin' from a snake's mouth comin' out a pyramid\n[02:04.16] Now I'm at the steakhouse gettin' dirty looks\n[02:07.24] Guess I shoulda wore a different shirt\n[02:09.29] Poppin' wheelies on the Harley down 53rd\n[02:11.10] Break the guitar on your head after my solo shit\n[02:14.83] I coulda been in Guns N' Roses dolo, bitch\n[02:18.31] Got the Box Chevy jumpin' like a pogo stick\n[02:21.16] Don't you motherfuckers know that I'm the logo kid? Uh\n[02:24.29] Yeah, don't you motherfuckers know that I'm the logo\n[02:29.48] Like Jerry West and Teddy Ballgame\n[02:31.79] I don't wear Balmain, swing the ball and chain executioner style\n[02:35.25] Dirty mountain tiger to the face\n[02:38.61] Better strap up, I'm 'bout to see space\n[02:40.21] As I entered, I felt everything was centered\n[02:43.19] Oh shit, I think I'm back in the placenta\n[02:46.71] But then I woke up in a Nissan Sentra\n[02:49.83] In the parking lot of Queens Center, uh (Don't hurt me baby)\n[02:54.21] My grandparents learned English watchin' Martin, uh, ha yeah\n[02:58.13] My grandparents learned English watchin' Martin, it's me, uh\n[03:03.25] Wild immigrants, my grandparents learned English watchin' Martin\n[03:10.90] Knock, knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson\n[03:15.43] Knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson\n[03:17.32] Knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson\n[03:20.16] Knock 'em out the box, Bronson\n[03:23.92] Yeah, uh, it's me, motherfucker\n[03:29.53] \n[04:00.86] That's a ill vision\n[04:12.10] That's pretty fucked up\n[04:22.59] It sounds so bad, like the dog pound is runnin' through his bitch\n[04:27.36] (He's walkin')\n[04:28.19] They all had their sneakers on, fuckin' fakin'\n[04:33.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dmtri\n artist: Action Bronson\n album: '[standalone recordings]'\n duration_ms: 274133\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Knock, knock it out the box, Bronson\n start_ms: 36190\n end_ms: 38740\n- text: Knock, knock it out the box, Bronson\n start_ms: 38740\n end_ms: 41400\n- text: Yeah, uh, knock, knock it out the box, Bronson\n start_ms: 41400\n end_ms: 48930\n- text: Bitch I'm a superhero, I wasn't born with dinero\n start_ms: 48930\n end_ms: 52090\n- text: Somehow I turned into Deniro\n start_ms: 52090\n end_ms: 54010\n- text: Just give me one shot at the lead role\n start_ms: 54010\n end_ms: 56560\n- text: You'll be amazed, like the first time you seen snow\n start_ms: 56560\n end_ms: 59160\n- text: Down in Georgia on the Peach Grove\n start_ms: 59160\n end_ms: 61970\n- text: I shoot ninety-five percent from the free throw\n start_ms: 61970\n end_ms: 64620\n- text: Sixty from the field, strange sex appeal\n start_ms: 64620\n end_ms: 67060\n- text: The lone gunman, muffle the shotty with an old onion\n start_ms: 67060\n end_ms: 70330\n- text: This is no fun, never low funds, man, fuckin' crazy, uh\n start_ms: 70330\n end_ms: 75430\n- text: You must be out your mind\n start_ms: 75430\n end_ms: 77840\n- text: Back with a vengeance\n start_ms: 77840\n end_ms: 79710\n- text: Black MAC lookin' like Janet with extensions\n start_ms: 79710\n end_ms: 81710\n- text: I'm back on the bench presses, put the Audi in a red dress\n start_ms: 81710\n end_ms: 85420\n- text: Make ten lefts, I lost fifty on the Mets, I'm a mess\n start_ms: 85420\n end_ms: 90530\n- text: After practice hit the steps bitch\n start_ms: 90530\n end_ms: 93030\n- text: That's what I gotta do to be the best shit\n start_ms: 93030\n end_ms: 95790\n- text: Man these motherfuckers sleepin'\n start_ms: 95790\n end_ms: 97880\n- text: While Bronson bangin' pots and pans\n start_ms: 97880\n end_ms: 99970\n- text: Gotta understand these fake fucks are not your mans\n start_ms: 99970\n end_ms: 102650\n- text: Me, disappear, where? 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