[{"id":6490590,"name":"Long Winded","trackName":"Long Winded","artistName":"Blahzay Blahzay","albumName":"Blah Blah Blah","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"To set shit off\nRight\nMy crew taps a 40\n3 crazy niggas leave the murder scene gory\nEnd of story\nIt's the Fiss watch me wreck ya\nI'll inject ya\nWith the funk that you're listening\nLike gymnasts off the high dive board, I be flipping\nBacardi sipping\nDeluxe suites at the Ramada\nI want my piece of the pie, the whole enchilada\nThat's why I gotta\nPut these cannons to your back\nI'm taking Gucci links down to your girl's bra strap\nYou wanna see the secret formula but ain't no peeking\nCause my rhymes be slamming like shorties on the weekend\nYou think I'm Rip Van Winkeling but I see ya\nYou're just an asshole trying to creep on the creeper\n[?] and sleepers\nRemove that ass off the map\nI'm sick like chicks who still bone with the claps\nBut none of that\nBeedie free on the mic\nHitting hard like drunk drivers on the turnpike\nTo mental scholars\nI'm leaving medullas dented\nSchooling children\nArithmetic coming [?]\nLike lines of longitude before you fags meet your ending\nI'm...\n\n\"Long winded but I don't need my respiratory\nTo bless my story you got nothing for me\" - Blahzay Blahzay 'Danger'\n\nDangerous\nTo niggas with a 12\" or album\nThrough verbal intercourse give mind an orgasm\nSir or ma'dam\nCan't ignore me just adore me\nCause once I'm hired you might get fired lacking timing\nFed me\nI gets deadly and creep silent\nStay with the leaf\nUh huh and the choco bliss\nClear your sinus with the finest Primatene Mist\nAcknowledge this\nOn vinyl bring apocalypse\nDig ya grave like an anthropologist\nExoticness\nYou'll only find in my rehearsals\nSwollen heads full of hot air, heads will burst a verse you\nPrerecorded\nGet battered and assaulted\nMaking rappers wish they moms had they ass aborted\nYou sound good on tape, but live your vocals sound distorted\nMy unproper gram' is used to gain glamour\nNo propagandas\nHide my niggas ankle hammers\n\nThose who oppose\nAssholes get lit like jack o lanterns\nPsychokinetic\nGet burned by mental thought patterns\nAnd that's a warning\nTo any crew fulfilling legacies\nComing in my zones is a tight squeeze like two full pregnancies\nFrom here to Venus\nYou fags can't see me with a Zenith\nShaking sets, stomping through like a behemoth\nNiggas showing\nIn this battle they tip toeing\nYou'll find me floating\nDropping weight like a Samoan\nTalking loud like you earn stripes we never heard of ya\nWe'll murder ya\nWatch your crew fold like lawn furniture\nExpress the gift\nStimulated from the spliff\nMove your town like when the continental plates shift\nVocab professor\nWack MC agressor\nGot you open\nLike the drawers on your dresser\nBusting shots\nTrying to hold down your block\nThat's when I release the 3000\nYa sleep of the warlock\n\nOh my God oh my gollie\nGuess who's rocking Poly-\nGram, goddamn we taking off like twin cam\nScram, mess with fam and I'll trample ya\nYa mom's got to Pamper ya\nThen you get robbed for your sampler\nDisc, cause I be brisk like Octob'\nShock the globe\nYa Glock explode cause you was nervous\nNot purpose, lay the verdict be\nTry to bury me\nYou be, done something terribly\nWe can war in the streets or in the mezzane'\nThe best will fall, like my name was Desiree\nBoss you get squashed oh my gosh\nThinking every line ain't divine\nYou out your rabbit ass mind\nPlus, I never rush the lead single with the plan\nScreaming on chickens for using my beeper as a scam\nI plan my vocal making rappers antisocial in a hurry\nSo all that tongue twisting don't make me worried\nI'm...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Long Winded\n  artist: Blahzay Blahzay\n  album: Blah Blah Blah\n  duration_ms: 317000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  To set shit off\n  Right\n  My crew taps a 40\n  3 crazy niggas leave the murder scene gory\n  End of story\n  It's the Fiss watch me wreck ya\n  I'll inject ya\n  With the funk that you're listening\n  Like gymnasts off the high dive board, I be flipping\n  Bacardi sipping\n  Deluxe suites at the Ramada\n  I want my piece of the pie, the whole enchilada\n  That's why I gotta\n  Put these cannons to your back\n  I'm taking Gucci links down to your girl's bra strap\n  You wanna see the secret formula but ain't no peeking\n  Cause my rhymes be slamming like shorties on the weekend\n  You think I'm Rip Van Winkeling but I see ya\n  You're just an asshole trying to creep on the creeper\n  [?] and sleepers\n  Remove that ass off the map\n  I'm sick like chicks who still bone with the claps\n  But none of that\n  Beedie free on the mic\n  Hitting hard like drunk drivers on the turnpike\n  To mental scholars\n  I'm leaving medullas dented\n  Schooling children\n  Arithmetic coming [?]\n  Like lines of longitude before you fags meet your ending\n  I'm...\n\n  \"Long winded but I don't need my respiratory\n  To bless my story you got nothing for me\" - Blahzay Blahzay 'Danger'\n\n  Dangerous\n  To niggas with a 12\" or album\n  Through verbal intercourse give mind an orgasm\n  Sir or ma'dam\n  Can't ignore me just adore me\n  Cause once I'm hired you might get fired lacking timing\n  Fed me\n  I gets deadly and creep silent\n  Stay with the leaf\n  Uh huh and the choco bliss\n  Clear your sinus with the finest Primatene Mist\n  Acknowledge this\n  On vinyl bring apocalypse\n  Dig ya grave like an anthropologist\n  Exoticness\n  You'll only find in my rehearsals\n  Swollen heads full of hot air, heads will burst a verse you\n  Prerecorded\n  Get battered and assaulted\n  Making rappers wish they moms had they ass aborted\n  You sound good on tape, but live your vocals sound distorted\n  My unproper gram' is used to gain glamour\n  No propagandas\n  Hide my niggas ankle hammers\n\n  Those who oppose\n  Assholes get lit like jack o lanterns\n  Psychokinetic\n  Get burned by mental thought patterns\n  And that's a warning\n  To any crew fulfilling legacies\n  Coming in my zones is a tight squeeze like two full pregnancies\n  From here to Venus\n  You fags can't see me with a Zenith\n  Shaking sets, stomping through like a behemoth\n  Niggas showing\n  In this battle they tip toeing\n  You'll find me floating\n  Dropping weight like a Samoan\n  Talking loud like you earn stripes we never heard of ya\n  We'll murder ya\n  Watch your crew fold like lawn furniture\n  Express the gift\n  Stimulated from the spliff\n  Move your town like when the continental plates shift\n  Vocab professor\n  Wack MC agressor\n  Got you open\n  Like the drawers on your dresser\n  Busting shots\n  Trying to hold down your block\n  That's when I release the 3000\n  Ya sleep of the warlock\n\n  Oh my God oh my gollie\n  Guess who's rocking Poly-\n  Gram, goddamn we taking off like twin cam\n  Scram, mess with fam and I'll trample ya\n  Ya mom's got to Pamper ya\n  Then you get robbed for your sampler\n  Disc, cause I be brisk like Octob'\n  Shock the globe\n  Ya Glock explode cause you was nervous\n  Not purpose, lay the verdict be\n  Try to bury me\n  You be, done something terribly\n  We can war in the streets or in the mezzane'\n  The best will fall, like my name was Desiree\n  Boss you get squashed oh my gosh\n  Thinking every line ain't divine\n  You out your rabbit ass mind\n  Plus, I never rush the lead single with the plan\n  Screaming on chickens for using my beeper as a scam\n  I plan my vocal making rappers antisocial in a hurry\n  So all that tongue twisting don't make me worried\n  I'm...\n"}]