[{"id":24295991,"name":"Jackpot","trackName":"Jackpot","artistName":"Blahzay Blahzay","albumName":"Blah Blah Blah","duration":210.311837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Thinking of the combination to crack the jackpot\"\n\nAddiction demon send the metal detector screaming\nHip hop fans fiending, sometimes I wonder what's in my daddy's semen\n'Cause I'm magnificent, equivalent to pulling guns out\nTo reach my level shorties daily smoke they lungs out\nBut when the smoke runs out your baritone will turn to soprano\nBuzzing your channel, blowing out your candle\nLike wens from Canada, pulling switches like a janitor\nFor the cheddar et cetera, bringing worries to my competitor\n'Cause it's a cat fight, and every man wants to prevail\nBut give that man hell and he'll scratch you with his nails\nLike a sissy, pussy kids like that I make 'em edgy\nLike going out of town and trying to stick the fish in veggie\nDo your knowledge, on this mic I put the mileage\nLike buses, do you justice like a lawyer when he fusses\nFrantic, a lady bandit, in clubs not romantic\nRun 'em against the wall, fix my jewels for being slanting\nOff my belly, heads are jelly but your little cartelly\nBe out of business like my legal celly phone\nDown to the bone is the specimen\nLyrical wrestling with the strength of what foreigners be embezzling\n\n\"Thinking of the combination to crack the jackpot\"\n\nVery hostile, not a prophet or an apostle\nJust a young youth that knows what it takes to be colossal\nAnd go the length, you don't have the strength to retaliate\nWhat I make the hardest west coast rapper can't appreciate\nLet me abbreviate and call the crew blah\nWe can go that far because we know who we really are\nNothing but skills in my body shell\nPlus the Bacardi smell, I'll be well\nInner thoughts propel throughout the atmosphere\nWear and tear holding down my square\nErasing niggas shit just like an asshole engineer\nIn the studi, it's elements that keep me from being booty\nLike most, in '96 you can't be protected by your toast\nLooking gross, getting hard, took your burner apart\nGot it in the club and now you want to start some shit\nI take a fit like Fred Sanford, rip your last like a pamphlet\nYou carry burners, watch how you handle it\n\n\"Thinking of the combination to crack the jackpot\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jackpot\n  artist: Blahzay Blahzay\n  album: Blah Blah Blah\n  duration_ms: 210312\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Thinking of the combination to crack the jackpot\"\n\n  Addiction demon send the metal detector screaming\n  Hip hop fans fiending, sometimes I wonder what's in my daddy's semen\n  'Cause I'm magnificent, equivalent to pulling guns out\n  To reach my level shorties daily smoke they lungs out\n  But when the smoke runs out your baritone will turn to soprano\n  Buzzing your channel, blowing out your candle\n  Like wens from Canada, pulling switches like a janitor\n  For the cheddar et cetera, bringing worries to my competitor\n  'Cause it's a cat fight, and every man wants to prevail\n  But give that man hell and he'll scratch you with his nails\n  Like a sissy, pussy kids like that I make 'em edgy\n  Like going out of town and trying to stick the fish in veggie\n  Do your knowledge, on this mic I put the mileage\n  Like buses, do you justice like a lawyer when he fusses\n  Frantic, a lady bandit, in clubs not romantic\n  Run 'em against the wall, fix my jewels for being slanting\n  Off my belly, heads are jelly but your little cartelly\n  Be out of business like my legal celly phone\n  Down to the bone is the specimen\n  Lyrical wrestling with the strength of what foreigners be embezzling\n\n  \"Thinking of the combination to crack the jackpot\"\n\n  Very hostile, not a prophet or an apostle\n  Just a young youth that knows what it takes to be colossal\n  And go the length, you don't have the strength to retaliate\n  What I make the hardest west coast rapper can't appreciate\n  Let me abbreviate and call the crew blah\n  We can go that far because we know who we really are\n  Nothing but skills in my body shell\n  Plus the Bacardi smell, I'll be well\n  Inner thoughts propel throughout the atmosphere\n  Wear and tear holding down my square\n  Erasing niggas shit just like an asshole engineer\n  In the studi, it's elements that keep me from being booty\n  Like most, in '96 you can't be protected by your toast\n  Looking gross, getting hard, took your burner apart\n  Got it in the club and now you want to start some shit\n  I take a fit like Fred Sanford, rip your last like a pamphlet\n  You carry burners, watch how you handle it\n\n  \"Thinking of the combination to crack the jackpot\"\n"}]