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Shit... ayo, this is what I be doin' on that\n\nOrlando Magic warm-up suits and black Shaqs\n'95: younger Bronson on the fast track\nTo blast gat, now I'm looking past that\nI want the cash stack higher than the NASDAQ\n\nI put the work in, the downtime I'm cooking lamb\nA thousand Dutches in the air like it's a reefer jam\nAretha Jan you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me\nOr risk the forest where the motherfucking rest your team be\n\nPeking duck, and large liver, goose carver\nSwiss Bally's, smoke cigar just like a new father\nYou know the motto, jacket to the knee\nI can't help if I'm a fiend, I had to tap into the beat, Lord\n\nSpark a seance, cause everybody lifted\nI'm like the strainer with the fucking powder being sifted up\nThis is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends play\nYou cuffed the Guess all the construction, take it easy\n\nThis for my people making sales until they back hurt\nSee the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt\nBitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and\nLoud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking\n\nMy man who just came home, and some are going up\nFiends up in the alley, sippin' Balley fucking throwing up\nKeep your mind straight, focus on the prize\nAlways diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies\n\nBronsonelli the problem, we got the party reeking\nNever see us starving, all my people hardly speaking\nWhen it's time, though, we form into a single file\nSpray the fucking ballcourt without hitting a single child\n\nHop in the Beamer, Pigeon popping the nina\nGetting top in a steamer, scoping rock in a Tina\nHooker, that type of looker eat the pussy from the back\nTake the children to the school, baking cookies, serving packs all day\n\nKnow the verbal, is Oscar-winning\nYou cop a squat to piss in, only focused on them rocks that glisten\nSuppositories in the ass of you\nThe green Fila with a Horsey how this motherfucking bastard do\n\nBet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man\nI'll E. Honda a thousand, slap you with the whole hand\nSex a dime, herbally, a blessed time\nCheck the rhyme motherfucker, better recognize\n\nThis for my people making sales until they back hurt\nSee the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt\nBitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and\nLoud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking\n\nMy man who just came home, and some are going up\nFiends up in the alley, sippin' Balley fucking throwing up\nKeep your mind straight, focus on the prize\nAlways diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies\n\nThe eyes slanted from the origami, I roll a quarter of the water\nNear the border, where you oughta find me\nThe Tamborine Man pumping while the Tyson burning\nAir Tech Challenge, clay court, checks balance\n\nStay endorsing that weak shit, my team spit\nThat mean shit, like stepping in some fiend's shit\nNow you sick to your stomach because you stunted\nWord got fronted, another motherfucking jerk confronted\n\nPost pattern, Lonnie threw the loaf at 'em\nFlushing, motherfucker, keep a toast up by the gold Saturn\nLittle doulas on the block we tell 'em \"go stab 'em\"\nRelieve him of his shoes, it's easier to toe tag 'em'\n\nCarhartt sets and Horseys like the Preakness\nBronson love a freak bitch, dining on that Greek dish\nThat's the a-hole, all my people AWOL\nCash inside the case and now the judges want to play ball\n\nThis for my people making sales until they back hurt\nSee the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt\nBitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and\nLoud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking\n\nMy man who just came home, and some are going up\nFiends up in the alley, sippin' Balley fucking throwing up\nKeep your mind straight, focus on the prize\nAlways diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.77] Oh my god, this mothafuckin' sour is too good\n[00:05.99] I don't even be fuckin' with that other shit\n[00:08.21] That shit hurts my throat man\n[00:10.41] I need that shit that tastes like fuckin', fuckin' soap\n[00:14.22] Joy, Ajax. 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Honda a thousand, slap you with the whole hand\n[01:58.49] Sex a dime, herbally, a blessed time\n[02:00.87] Check the rhyme motherfucker, better recognize\n[02:03.50] This for my people making sales until they back hurt\n[02:05.93] See the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt\n[02:08.61] Bitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and\n[02:11.31] Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking\n[02:13.98] My man who just came home, and some are going up\n[02:16.11] Fiends up in the alley, sippin' Balley fucking throwing up\n[02:18.85] Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize\n[02:21.25] Always diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies\n[02:23.65] The eyes slanted from the origami, I roll a quarter of the water\n[02:27.15] Near the border, where you oughta find me\n[02:29.28] The Tamborine Man pumping while the Tyson burning\n[02:31.92] Air Tech Challenge, clay court, checks balance\n[02:34.52] Stay endorsing that weak shit, my team spit\n[02:36.93] That mean shit, like stepping in some fiend's shit\n[02:39.68] Now you sick to your stomach because you stunted\n[02:41.73] Word got fronted, another motherfucking jerk confronted\n[02:44.60] Post pattern, Lonnie threw the loaf at 'em\n[02:47.12] Flushing, motherfucker, keep a toast up by the gold Saturn\n[02:49.73] Little doulas on the block we tell 'em \"go stab 'em\"\n[02:52.48] Relieve him of his shoes, it's easier to toe tag 'em'\n[02:54.87] Carhartt sets and Horseys like the Preakness\n[02:57.05] Bronson love a freak bitch, dining on that Greek dish\n[02:59.99] That's the a-hole, all my people AWOL\n[03:02.13] Cash inside the case and now the judges want to play ball\n[03:05.17] This for my people making sales until they back hurt\n[03:07.76] See the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt\n[03:10.15] Bitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and\n[03:13.13] Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking\n[03:15.35] My man who just came home, and some are going up\n[03:17.74] Fiends up in the alley, sippin' Balley fucking throwing up\n[03:20.40] Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize\n[03:22.46] Always diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies\n[03:25.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Imported Goods\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Imported Goods\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Oh my god, this mothafuckin' sour is too good\n  start_ms: 1770\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: I don't even be fuckin' with that other shit\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 8210\n- text: That shit hurts my throat man\n  start_ms: 8210\n  end_ms: 10410\n- text: I need that shit that tastes like fuckin', fuckin' soap\n  start_ms: 10410\n  end_ms: 14220\n- text: Joy, Ajax. 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Shit... ayo, this is what I be doin' on that\n\n  Orlando Magic warm-up suits and black Shaqs\n  '95: younger Bronson on the fast track\n  To blast gat, now I'm looking past that\n  I want the cash stack higher than the NASDAQ\n\n  I put the work in, the downtime I'm cooking lamb\n  A thousand Dutches in the air like it's a reefer jam\n  Aretha Jan you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me\n  Or risk the forest where the motherfucking rest your team be\n\n  Peking duck, and large liver, goose carver\n  Swiss Bally's, smoke cigar just like a new father\n  You know the motto, jacket to the knee\n  I can't help if I'm a fiend, I had to tap into the beat, Lord\n\n  Spark a seance, cause everybody lifted\n  I'm like the strainer with the fucking powder being sifted up\n  This is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends play\n  You cuffed the Guess all the construction, take it easy\n\n  This for my people making sales until they back hurt\n  See the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt\n  Bitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and\n  Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking\n\n  My man who just came home, and some are going up\n  Fiends up in the alley, sippin' Balley fucking throwing up\n  Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize\n  Always diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies\n\n  Bronsonelli the problem, we got the party reeking\n  Never see us starving, all my people hardly speaking\n  When it's time, though, we form into a single file\n  Spray the fucking ballcourt without hitting a single child\n\n  Hop in the Beamer, Pigeon popping the nina\n  Getting top in a steamer, scoping rock in a Tina\n  Hooker, that type of looker eat the pussy from the back\n  Take the children to the school, baking cookies, serving packs all day\n\n  Know the verbal, is Oscar-winning\n  You cop a squat to piss in, only focused on them rocks that glisten\n  Suppositories in the ass of you\n  The green Fila with a Horsey how this motherfucking bastard do\n\n  Bet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man\n  I'll E. 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Shit... ayo, this is what I be doin' on that\n\nOrlando Magic warm-up suits and black Shaqs\n'95: younger Bronson on the fast track\nTo blast gat, now I'm looking past that\nI want the cash stack higher than the NASDAQ\n\nI put the work in, the downtime I'm cooking lamb\nA thousand Dutches in the air like it's a reefer jam\nAretha Jan you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me\nOr risk the forest where the motherfucking rest your team be\n\nPeking duck, and large liver, goose carver\nSwiss Bally's, smoke cigar just like a new father\nYou know the motto, jacket to the knee\nI can't help if I'm a fiend, I had to tap into the beat, Lord\n\nSpark a seance, cause everybody lifted\nI'm like the strainer with the fucking powder being sifted up\nThis is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends play\nYou cuffed the Guess all the construction, take it easy\n\nThis for my people making sales until they back hurt\nSee the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt\nBitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and\nLoud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking\n\nMy man who just came home, and some are going up\nFiends up in the alley, sippin' Balley fucking throwing up\nKeep your mind straight, focus on the prize\nAlways diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies\n\nBronsonelli the problem, we got the party reeking\nNever see us starving, all my people hardly speaking\nWhen it's time, though, we form into a single file\nSpray the fucking ballcourt without hitting a single child\n\nHop in the Beamer, Pigeon popping the nina\nGetting top in a steamer, scoping rock in a Tina\nHooker, that type of looker eat the pussy from the back\nTake the children to the school, baking cookies, serving packs all day\n\nKnow the verbal, is Oscar-winning\nYou cop a squat to piss in, only focused on them rocks that glisten\nSuppositories in the ass of you\nThe green Fila with a Horsey how this motherfucking bastard do\n\nBet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man\nI'll E. 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