[{"id":39852068,"name":"Don't Touch That Dial","trackName":"Don't Touch That Dial","artistName":"Apathy","albumName":"Handshakes With Snakes","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Apathy]\nDon't touch that dial, these rappers tunin' into my style\nI'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile\nFrom a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts\nI'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smokin' Newports in Jorts\nI'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin\nHead covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins\nAre far too numerous to mention, let's just say that I'm fucked\nI'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck\nI got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox\nA drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlock's\nI'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins\nI'm Michael Knight revvin' KITT's engine and assemblin'\nA Kalashnikov stormin' the Kremlin\nBenchpressin' a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen\nRecruited from an alternate time another dimension\nI brought down the earth with my scientific invention\n\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n\nWhen 27 my young jawn in the bed and so I'm headin'\nTo the headphones pressin' the pencil lead, back to the drawin' board\nWe were skaters then I'll be shreddin',\n(720 gazelle flip), I'll make it look easy they break a leg\nAnd I'm eggin' 'em on, like break a leg and sing 'em a song\nI'm John Legend, the new John Lennon, I'm rhyme legend\nSome niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments\nCellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation, divine tetris\nI design the outdoor room with no exits, to entertain Cedrics\nAll in the genetics not the Edison Electrics\nIf I stomp you with my Nikes I can cross it off my checklist\nThey left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here\nUnderground hip hop, we thrive here\nChemistry, C.T., let's cruise like a PT\nApathy, Ras Kass and O.C\n\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n\nWhen Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready\nVerbal variables with attitudes\nWhen ideas get to spinnin' for a song\nIt's negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone\nListen to the voices hit notes blend with the flow\nFaint sound of xylophones, pen left and right\nVocal sound as if I'm writing me a [?]\nPeep the monotone, after my sixteen's done\nI fold it and place it inside an envelope\nPostmark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby\nIt's no race but I call it a track meet\nAnchor to the song's finale, the baton\nPassed to me by Ras Kass, lead off by Apathy\nWhen that starter pistol rang and his feet left the blocks\nVia Flash, Jay Garrick all rappers saw was a blur\nToo quick for the mind's eye to deny\nNon-confirmed release date,\nto be determined, got these rappers nervous\n\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Touch That Dial\n  artist: Apathy\n  album: Handshakes With Snakes\n  duration_ms: 253121\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Apathy]\n  Don't touch that dial, these rappers tunin' into my style\n  I'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile\n  From a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts\n  I'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smokin' Newports in Jorts\n  I'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin\n  Head covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins\n  Are far too numerous to mention, let's just say that I'm fucked\n  I'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck\n  I got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox\n  A drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlock's\n  I'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins\n  I'm Michael Knight revvin' KITT's engine and assemblin'\n  A Kalashnikov stormin' the Kremlin\n  Benchpressin' a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen\n  Recruited from an alternate time another dimension\n  I brought down the earth with my scientific invention\n\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n\n  When 27 my young jawn in the bed and so I'm headin'\n  To the headphones pressin' the pencil lead, back to the drawin' board\n  We were skaters then I'll be shreddin',\n  (720 gazelle flip), I'll make it look easy they break a leg\n  And I'm eggin' 'em on, like break a leg and sing 'em a song\n  I'm John Legend, the new John Lennon, I'm rhyme legend\n  Some niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments\n  Cellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation, divine tetris\n  I design the outdoor room with no exits, to entertain Cedrics\n  All in the genetics not the Edison Electrics\n  If I stomp you with my Nikes I can cross it off my checklist\n  They left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here\n  Underground hip hop, we thrive here\n  Chemistry, C.T., let's cruise like a PT\n  Apathy, Ras Kass and O.C\n\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n\n  When Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready\n  Verbal variables with attitudes\n  When ideas get to spinnin' for a song\n  It's negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone\n  Listen to the voices hit notes blend with the flow\n  Faint sound of xylophones, pen left and right\n  Vocal sound as if I'm writing me a [?]\n  Peep the monotone, after my sixteen's done\n  I fold it and place it inside an envelope\n  Postmark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby\n  It's no race but I call it a track meet\n  Anchor to the song's finale, the baton\n  Passed to me by Ras Kass, lead off by Apathy\n  When that starter pistol rang and his feet left the blocks\n  Via Flash, Jay Garrick all rappers saw was a blur\n  Too quick for the mind's eye to deny\n  Non-confirmed release date,\n  to be determined, got these rappers nervous\n\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n"},{"id":12885199,"name":"Don't Touch That Dial [Instrumental]","trackName":"Don't Touch That Dial [Instrumental]","artistName":"Apathy","albumName":"Handshakes With Snakes (Instrumentals + Acapellas)","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Apathy]\nDon't touch that dial, these rappers tunin' into my style\nI'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile\nFrom a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts\nI'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smokin' Newports in Jorts\nI'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin\nHead covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins\nAre far too numerous to mention, let's just say that I'm fucked\nI'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck\nI got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox\nA drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlock's\nI'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins\nI'm Michael Knight revvin' KITT's engine and assemblin'\nA Kalashnikov stormin' the Kremlin\nBenchpressin' a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen\nRecruited from an alternate time another dimension\nI brought down the earth with my scientific invention\n\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n\nWhen 27 my young jawn in the bed and so I'm headin'\nTo the headphones pressin' the pencil lead, back to the drawin' board\nWe were skaters then I'll be shreddin',\n(720 gazelle flip), I'll make it look easy they break a leg\nAnd I'm eggin' 'em on, like break a leg and sing 'em a song\nI'm John Legend, the new John Lennon, I'm rhyme legend\nSome niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments\nCellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation, divine tetris\nI design the outdoor room with no exits, to entertain Cedrics\nAll in the genetics not the Edison Electrics\nIf I stomp you with my Nikes I can cross it off my checklist\nThey left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here\nUnderground hip hop, we thrive here\nChemistry, C.T., let's cruise like a PT\nApathy, Ras Kass and O.C\n\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n\nWhen Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready\nVerbal variables with attitudes\nWhen ideas get to spinnin' for a song\nIt's negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone\nListen to the voices hit notes blend with the flow\nFaint sound of xylophones, pen left and right\nVocal sound as if I'm writing me a [?]\nPeep the monotone, after my sixteen's done\nI fold it and place it inside an envelope\nPostmark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby\nIt's no race but I call it a track meet\nAnchor to the song's finale, the baton\nPassed to me by Ras Kass, lead off by Apathy\nWhen that starter pistol rang and his feet left the blocks\nVia Flash, Jay Garrick all rappers saw was a blur\nToo quick for the mind's eye to deny\nNon-confirmed release date,\nto be determined, got these rappers nervous\n\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Touch That Dial [Instrumental]\n  artist: Apathy\n  album: Handshakes With Snakes (Instrumentals + Acapellas)\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Apathy]\n  Don't touch that dial, these rappers tunin' into my style\n  I'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile\n  From a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts\n  I'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smokin' Newports in Jorts\n  I'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin\n  Head covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins\n  Are far too numerous to mention, let's just say that I'm fucked\n  I'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck\n  I got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox\n  A drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlock's\n  I'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins\n  I'm Michael Knight revvin' KITT's engine and assemblin'\n  A Kalashnikov stormin' the Kremlin\n  Benchpressin' a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen\n  Recruited from an alternate time another dimension\n  I brought down the earth with my scientific invention\n\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n\n  When 27 my young jawn in the bed and so I'm headin'\n  To the headphones pressin' the pencil lead, back to the drawin' board\n  We were skaters then I'll be shreddin',\n  (720 gazelle flip), I'll make it look easy they break a leg\n  And I'm eggin' 'em on, like break a leg and sing 'em a song\n  I'm John Legend, the new John Lennon, I'm rhyme legend\n  Some niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments\n  Cellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation, divine tetris\n  I design the outdoor room with no exits, to entertain Cedrics\n  All in the genetics not the Edison Electrics\n  If I stomp you with my Nikes I can cross it off my checklist\n  They left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here\n  Underground hip hop, we thrive here\n  Chemistry, C.T., let's cruise like a PT\n  Apathy, Ras Kass and O.C\n\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n\n  When Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready\n  Verbal variables with attitudes\n  When ideas get to spinnin' for a song\n  It's negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone\n  Listen to the voices hit notes blend with the flow\n  Faint sound of xylophones, pen left and right\n  Vocal sound as if I'm writing me a [?]\n  Peep the monotone, after my sixteen's done\n  I fold it and place it inside an envelope\n  Postmark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby\n  It's no race but I call it a track meet\n  Anchor to the song's finale, the baton\n  Passed to me by Ras Kass, lead off by Apathy\n  When that starter pistol rang and his feet left the blocks\n  Via Flash, Jay Garrick all rappers saw was a blur\n  Too quick for the mind's eye to deny\n  Non-confirmed release date,\n  to be determined, got these rappers nervous\n\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n"},{"id":34667458,"name":"Don't Touch That Dial [Instrumental]","trackName":"Don't Touch That Dial [Instrumental]","artistName":"Apathy","albumName":"Handshakes With Snakes","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1: Apathy]\nDon't touch that dial, these rappers tunin' into my style\nI'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile\nFrom a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts\nI'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smokin' Newports in Jorts\nI'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin\nHead covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins\nAre far too numerous to mention, let's just say that I'm fucked\nI'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck\nI got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox\nA drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlock's\nI'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins\nI'm Michael Knight revvin' KITT's engine and assemblin'\nA Kalashnikov stormin' the Kremlin\nBenchpressin' a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen\nRecruited from an alternate time another dimension\nI brought down the earth with my scientific invention\n\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n\nWhen 27 my young jawn in the bed and so I'm headin'\nTo the headphones pressin' the pencil lead, back to the drawin' board\nWe were skaters then I'll be shreddin',\n(720 gazelle flip), I'll make it look easy they break a leg\nAnd I'm eggin' 'em on, like break a leg and sing 'em a song\nI'm John Legend, the new John Lennon, I'm rhyme legend\nSome niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments\nCellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation, divine tetris\nI design the outdoor room with no exits, to entertain Cedrics\nAll in the genetics not the Edison Electrics\nIf I stomp you with my Nikes I can cross it off my checklist\nThey left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here\nUnderground hip hop, we thrive here\nChemistry, C.T., let's cruise like a PT\nApathy, Ras Kass and O.C\n\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n\nWhen Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready\nVerbal variables with attitudes\nWhen ideas get to spinnin' for a song\nIt's negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone\nListen to the voices hit notes blend with the flow\nFaint sound of xylophones, pen left and right\nVocal sound as if I'm writing me a [?]\nPeep the monotone, after my sixteen's done\nI fold it and place it inside an envelope\nPostmark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby\nIt's no race but I call it a track meet\nAnchor to the song's finale, the baton\nPassed to me by Ras Kass, lead off by Apathy\nWhen that starter pistol rang and his feet left the blocks\nVia Flash, Jay Garrick all rappers saw was a blur\nToo quick for the mind's eye to deny\nNon-confirmed release date,\nto be determined, got these rappers nervous\n\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\nLivin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes, this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Touch That Dial [Instrumental]\n  artist: Apathy\n  album: Handshakes With Snakes\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1: Apathy]\n  Don't touch that dial, these rappers tunin' into my style\n  I'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile\n  From a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts\n  I'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smokin' Newports in Jorts\n  I'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin\n  Head covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins\n  Are far too numerous to mention, let's just say that I'm fucked\n  I'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck\n  I got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox\n  A drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlock's\n  I'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins\n  I'm Michael Knight revvin' KITT's engine and assemblin'\n  A Kalashnikov stormin' the Kremlin\n  Benchpressin' a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen\n  Recruited from an alternate time another dimension\n  I brought down the earth with my scientific invention\n\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n\n  When 27 my young jawn in the bed and so I'm headin'\n  To the headphones pressin' the pencil lead, back to the drawin' board\n  We were skaters then I'll be shreddin',\n  (720 gazelle flip), I'll make it look easy they break a leg\n  And I'm eggin' 'em on, like break a leg and sing 'em a song\n  I'm John Legend, the new John Lennon, I'm rhyme legend\n  Some niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments\n  Cellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation, divine tetris\n  I design the outdoor room with no exits, to entertain Cedrics\n  All in the genetics not the Edison Electrics\n  If I stomp you with my Nikes I can cross it off my checklist\n  They left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here\n  Underground hip hop, we thrive here\n  Chemistry, C.T., let's cruise like a PT\n  Apathy, Ras Kass and O.C\n\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n\n  When Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready\n  Verbal variables with attitudes\n  When ideas get to spinnin' for a song\n  It's negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone\n  Listen to the voices hit notes blend with the flow\n  Faint sound of xylophones, pen left and right\n  Vocal sound as if I'm writing me a [?]\n  Peep the monotone, after my sixteen's done\n  I fold it and place it inside an envelope\n  Postmark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby\n  It's no race but I call it a track meet\n  Anchor to the song's finale, the baton\n  Passed to me by Ras Kass, lead off by Apathy\n  When that starter pistol rang and his feet left the blocks\n  Via Flash, Jay Garrick all rappers saw was a blur\n  Too quick for the mind's eye to deny\n  Non-confirmed release date,\n  to be determined, got these rappers nervous\n\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n  Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes, this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said, \"Let there be light\"\n"},{"id":32275544,"name":"Don't Touch That Dial","trackName":"Don't Touch That Dial","artistName":"Apathy, Ras Kass, O.C.","albumName":"Handshakes with Snakes","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Don't touch that dial, these rappers tuning into my style\nI'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile\nFrom a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts\nI'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smoking Newports in Jorts\nI'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin\nHead covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins\nAre far too numerous to mention let's just say that I'm fucked\nI'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck\nI got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox\nA drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlocks'\nI'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins\nI'm Michael Knight revving KITT's engine and assembling\nThe clash that caused storm in the Kremlin\nI'm benchpressing a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen\nRecruiting from an alternate time another dimension\nI brought down the Earth with my scientific invention\n\nLiving life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said let there be light\nLiving life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said let there be light\n\nWhen 27 my young [?] in the bed\nAnd so I'm heading to the headphones pressing the pencil there\nBack to the drawing board\nWe were skaters then I'll be shredding(720 gazelle flip)\nI'll make it look easy they break a leg\nAnd I'm egging them all like break a leg and sing 'em a song\nI'm John Legend, the new John Lennon, a rhyme legend\nSome niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments\nCellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation\nDivine tetris, I design the outdoor room with no exits\nTo entertain Cedrics, all in the genetics not the Edison Electrics\nIf I stomp you with my nikes I can cross that of my checklist\nThey left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here\nUnderground hip hop, we thrive here\nChemistry, CT, let's cruise like a PT\nApathy, Ras Kass and O.C\n\nLiving life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said let there be light\nLiving life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n[Verse 3: O.\nWhen Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready\nVerbal variables with attitudes\nWhen ideas get the spinning for a song\nIt's negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone\nListen to the voices hitting notes blend with the flow\nFaint sound of xylophones pen left and right\nVocal sound as if I'm writing me a [?]\nPeep the monotone\nAfter my sixteen's done I fold it and place it inside an envelope\nPost, mark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby\nIt's no race but I call it a track meet\nAnchor to the song's finale, the baton\nPassed to me by Ras Kass, let off by Apathy\nWhen I start a pistol ring, then it's feet left the block\nVia Flash, [?] it's a blur\nToo quick for the mind's eye to deny\nNon-confirmed release date, to be determined got these rappers nervous\n\nLiving life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said let there be light\nLiving life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n[Outro: O.\nYeah\nO.C\nApathy\nRK\nIt's another day man\nLet there be light\nLet's spliff up\nLet there be light\nYeah\nWe're rocking out\n\nWe are the children of tomorrow's dream\n\nThis shit feels like UFOs and shit\nAliens nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Touch That Dial\n  artist: Apathy, Ras Kass, O.C.\n  album: Handshakes with Snakes\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Don't touch that dial, these rappers tuning into my style\n  I'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile\n  From a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts\n  I'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smoking Newports in Jorts\n  I'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin\n  Head covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins\n  Are far too numerous to mention let's just say that I'm fucked\n  I'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck\n  I got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox\n  A drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlocks'\n  I'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins\n  I'm Michael Knight revving KITT's engine and assembling\n  The clash that caused storm in the Kremlin\n  I'm benchpressing a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen\n  Recruiting from an alternate time another dimension\n  I brought down the Earth with my scientific invention\n\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n  When 27 my young [?] in the bed\n  And so I'm heading to the headphones pressing the pencil there\n  Back to the drawing board\n  We were skaters then I'll be shredding(720 gazelle flip)\n  I'll 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God said let there be light\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n  [Outro: O.\n  Yeah\n  O.C\n  Apathy\n  RK\n  It's another day man\n  Let there be light\n  Let's spliff up\n  Let there be light\n  Yeah\n  We're rocking out\n\n  We are the children of tomorrow's dream\n\n  This shit feels like UFOs and shit\n  Aliens nigga\n"},{"id":10137817,"name":"Don't Touch That Dial","trackName":"Don't Touch That Dial","artistName":"Apathy feat. 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invention\n\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n  When 27 my young [?] in the bed\n  And so I'm heading to the headphones pressing the pencil there\n  Back to the drawing board\n  We were skaters then I'll be shredding(720 gazelle flip)\n  I'll make it look easy they break a leg\n  And I'm egging them all like break a leg and sing 'em a song\n  I'm John Legend, the new John Lennon, a rhyme legend\n  Some niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments\n  Cellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation\n  Divine tetris, I design the outdoor room with no exits\n  To entertain Cedrics, all in the genetics not the Edison Electrics\n  If I stomp you with my nikes I can cross that of my checklist\n  They left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here\n  Underground hip hop, we thrive here\n  Chemistry, CT, let's cruise like a PT\n  Apathy, Ras Kass and O.C\n\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n  [Verse 3: O.\n  When Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready\n  Verbal variables with attitudes\n  When ideas get the spinning for a song\n  It's negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone\n  Listen to the voices hitting notes blend with the flow\n  Faint sound of xylophones pen left and right\n  Vocal sound as if I'm writing me a [?]\n  Peep the monotone\n  After my sixteen's done I fold it and place it inside an envelope\n  Post, mark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby\n  It's no race but I call it a track meet\n  Anchor to the song's finale, the baton\n  Passed to me by Ras Kass, let off by Apathy\n  When I start a pistol ring, then it's feet left the block\n  Via Flash, [?] it's a blur\n  Too quick for the mind's eye to deny\n  Non-confirmed release date, to be determined got these rappers nervous\n\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n  [Outro: O.\n  Yeah\n  O.C\n  Apathy\n  RK\n  It's another day man\n  Let there be light\n  Let's spliff up\n  Let there be light\n  Yeah\n  We're rocking out\n\n  We are the children of tomorrow's dream\n\n  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Ras Kass and O.C.\n  artist: Apathy\n  album: Handshakes with Snakes\n  duration_ms: 253074\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Don't touch that dial, these rappers tuning into my style\n  I'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile\n  From a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts\n  I'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smoking Newports in Jorts\n  I'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin\n  Head covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins\n  Are far too numerous to mention let's just say that I'm fucked\n  I'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck\n  I got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox\n  A drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlocks'\n  I'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins\n  I'm Michael Knight revving KITT's engine and assembling\n  The clash that caused storm in the Kremlin\n  I'm benchpressing a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen\n  Recruiting from an alternate time another dimension\n  I brought down the Earth with my scientific invention\n\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n  When 27 my young [?] in the bed\n  And so I'm heading to the headphones pressing the pencil there\n  Back to the drawing board\n  We were skaters then I'll be shredding(720 gazelle flip)\n  I'll make it look easy they break a leg\n  And I'm egging them all like break a leg and sing 'em a song\n  I'm John Legend, the new John Lennon, a rhyme legend\n  Some niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments\n  Cellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation\n  Divine tetris, I design the outdoor room with no exits\n  To entertain Cedrics, all in the genetics not the Edison Electrics\n  If I stomp you with my nikes I can cross that of my checklist\n  They left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here\n  Underground hip hop, we thrive here\n  Chemistry, CT, let's cruise like a PT\n  Apathy, Ras Kass and O.C\n\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n  [Verse 3: O.\n  When Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready\n  Verbal variables with attitudes\n  When ideas get the spinning for a song\n  It's negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone\n  Listen to the voices hitting notes blend with the flow\n  Faint sound of xylophones pen left and right\n  Vocal sound as if I'm writing me a [?]\n  Peep the monotone\n  After my sixteen's done I fold it and place it inside an envelope\n  Post, mark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby\n  It's no race but I call it a track meet\n  Anchor to the song's finale, the baton\n  Passed to me by Ras Kass, let off by Apathy\n  When I start a pistol ring, then it's feet left the block\n  Via Flash, [?] it's a blur\n  Too quick for the mind's eye to deny\n  Non-confirmed release date, to be determined got these rappers nervous\n\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n  [Outro: O.\n  Yeah\n  O.C\n  Apathy\n  RK\n  It's another day man\n  Let there be light\n  Let's spliff up\n  Let there be light\n  Yeah\n  We're rocking out\n\n  We are the children of tomorrow's dream\n\n  This shit feels like UFOs and shit\n  Aliens nigga\n"},{"id":12885206,"name":"Don't Touch That Dial [Acapella]","trackName":"Don't Touch That Dial [Acapella]","artistName":"Apathy featuring Ras Kass and O.C.","albumName":"Handshakes With Snakes (Instrumentals + Acapellas)","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Don't touch that dial, these rappers tuning into my style\nI'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile\nFrom a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts\nI'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smoking Newports in Jorts\nI'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin\nHead covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins\nAre far too numerous to mention let's just say that I'm fucked\nI'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck\nI got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox\nA drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlocks'\nI'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins\nI'm Michael Knight revving KITT's engine and assembling\nThe clash that caused storm in the Kremlin\nI'm benchpressing a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen\nRecruiting from an alternate time another dimension\nI brought down the Earth with my scientific invention\n\nLiving life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said let there be light\nLiving life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said let there be light\n\nWhen 27 my young [?] in the bed\nAnd so I'm heading to the headphones pressing the pencil there\nBack to the drawing board\nWe were skaters then I'll be shredding(720 gazelle flip)\nI'll make it look easy they break a leg\nAnd I'm egging them all like break a leg and sing 'em a song\nI'm John Legend, the new John Lennon, a rhyme legend\nSome niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments\nCellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation\nDivine tetris, I design the outdoor room with no exits\nTo entertain Cedrics, all in the genetics not the Edison Electrics\nIf I stomp you with my nikes I can cross that of my checklist\nThey left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here\nUnderground hip hop, we thrive here\nChemistry, CT, let's cruise like a PT\nApathy, Ras Kass and O.C\n\nLiving life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said let there be light\nLiving life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n[Verse 3: O.\nWhen Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready\nVerbal variables with attitudes\nWhen ideas get the spinning for a song\nIt's negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone\nListen to the voices hitting notes blend with the flow\nFaint sound of xylophones pen left and right\nVocal sound as if I'm writing me a [?]\nPeep the monotone\nAfter my sixteen's done I fold it and place it inside an envelope\nPost, mark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby\nIt's no race but I call it a track meet\nAnchor to the song's finale, the baton\nPassed to me by Ras Kass, let off by Apathy\nWhen I start a pistol ring, then it's feet left the block\nVia Flash, [?] it's a blur\nToo quick for the mind's eye to deny\nNon-confirmed release date, to be determined got these rappers nervous\n\nLiving life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said let there be light\nLiving life like, I never know if the sun will rise\nLook me in the eyes this is all I got\nBunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\nThe Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n[Outro: O.\nYeah\nO.C\nApathy\nRK\nIt's another day man\nLet there be light\nLet's spliff up\nLet there be light\nYeah\nWe're rocking out\n\nWe are the children of tomorrow's dream\n\nThis shit feels like UFOs and shit\nAliens nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Don't Touch That Dial [Acapella]\n  artist: Apathy featuring Ras Kass and O.C.\n  album: Handshakes With Snakes (Instrumentals + Acapellas)\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Don't touch that dial, these rappers tuning into my style\n  I'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile\n  From a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts\n  I'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smoking Newports in Jorts\n  I'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin\n  Head covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins\n  Are far too numerous to mention let's just say that I'm fucked\n  I'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck\n  I got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox\n  A drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlocks'\n  I'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins\n  I'm Michael Knight revving KITT's engine and assembling\n  The clash that caused storm in the Kremlin\n  I'm benchpressing a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen\n  Recruiting from an alternate time another dimension\n  I brought down the Earth with my scientific invention\n\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n  When 27 my young [?] in the bed\n  And so I'm heading to the headphones pressing the pencil there\n  Back to the drawing board\n  We were skaters then I'll be shredding(720 gazelle flip)\n  I'll make it look easy they break a leg\n  And I'm egging them all like break a leg and sing 'em a song\n  I'm John Legend, the new John Lennon, a rhyme legend\n  Some niggas like every line pregnant, combine segments\n  Cellular mitosis, the building blocks of creation\n  Divine tetris, I design the outdoor room with no exits\n  To entertain Cedrics, all in the genetics not the Edison Electrics\n  If I stomp you with my nikes I can cross that of my checklist\n  They left us the underworld not even supposed to survive here\n  Underground hip hop, we thrive here\n  Chemistry, CT, let's cruise like a PT\n  Apathy, Ras Kass and O.C\n\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n  [Verse 3: O.\n  When Ap sent out the beacon my pen was ready\n  Verbal variables with attitudes\n  When ideas get the spinning for a song\n  It's negated by the bars and my peers this just the tone\n  Listen to the voices hitting notes blend with the flow\n  Faint sound of xylophones pen left and right\n  Vocal sound as if I'm writing me a [?]\n  Peep the monotone\n  After my sixteen's done I fold it and place it inside an envelope\n  Post, mark it, first class overnighted back to Gatsby\n  It's no race but I call it a track meet\n  Anchor to the song's finale, the baton\n  Passed to me by Ras Kass, let off by Apathy\n  When I start a pistol ring, then it's feet left the block\n  Via Flash, [?] it's a blur\n  Too quick for the mind's eye to deny\n  Non-confirmed release date, to be determined got these rappers nervous\n\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n  Living life like, I never know if the sun will rise\n  Look me in the eyes this is all I got\n  Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks\n  The Genesis, God said let there be light\n\n  [Outro: O.\n  Yeah\n  O.C\n  Apathy\n  RK\n  It's another day man\n  Let there be light\n  Let's spliff up\n  Let there be light\n  Yeah\n  We're rocking out\n\n  We are the children of tomorrow's dream\n\n  This shit feels like UFOs and shit\n  Aliens nigga\n"}]