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You got like mad technology?\nFrankie Puller\nYeah, Mr. Mef\nCZARFACE\nHere we go\nMaybe you guys didn't notice\n\nMr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\nAre Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\nMean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\nY'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\nRap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\nI done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\nRed beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\nTryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n\nKill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\nI don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\nI done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\nClientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\nAin't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\nThe beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\nFrankie pull up, what's happening? Apple Pay it, I'm tapping it\nIf he pull out, go after 'em, time to pull up, we back\n\nMad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology (yeah)\n\nINS logo on the flamethrower\nI light 'em up back to back like a chain smoker\nGet placed in a coma facing the soldier\nHundred shots fired, you barely grazed my shoulder\nI keep my heat by the freezer\nOn a planet full of apes, I'm Caesar\nCharlie horse talk spicy like tandoori\n\nWe ain't on the same page, they a sad story\nMad corny, I don't even know your backstory\nBack up off me, let me live, I'll be back shortly\nLiquid on the floor, call it H2O\nIn the kitchen at the stove making plates to go\nGrind overtime whether rain or snow\nSo I'm stacked with the goods like Trader Joe\n\nMad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\nMad technology pouring out of my bodily\nAudibly causing chaos, I play 'em all off methodically\nSonically not robotically, it's human made, you afraid\nWhen I die don't say, \"This one stings,\" throw me a huge parade\nSuper spray, hide your face, we do it in Kabuki way\nRepresenting dead bent like Operation Dumile\nThe death toll, heads roll, they calling me bazooka shay\nEvery hero needs a villain, live from the Kumite\n\nDangerous, nightcrawler bamf where the students play\nYou ain't got a puke protein for you to lose your weight\nJewelry, yeah, you got extravagant taste\nWhat a waste, I Katy Perry in space\nI illustrate while you trace, kill a tape while you chase clout\nI seal your fate with the fist, now you laid out, played out\nNo hard feelings, I don't suffer from ED\nYour lyrics filled limp, mind hit like a DDT\n\nEverything turns and comes back, you know\nMad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\nOh yeah, we on that life\nCatch me coming down the mountain with a combat knife\nSo precise, you could get your contacts sliced\nAnd the hands are quick, you could get your jaw tapped twice\nYou shit the brain, no name lame, the bites like Cujo\nI'd rather masturbate to Kathy Bates than hear you flow\nAnd you know the misery, it loves company\nPin 'em to the mat like one, two, three, I emerge triumphantly\n\nHe should be the least of your concerns when I speak with raw\nBeating P is not an easy chore like defeating Thor\nYour frees, they produce enough cheese to feed the poor\nMy frees so cold, they locked behind the freezer door\nFrankie, me, myself and I is who I'm speaking for\nSprinkle dope across a verse, shout to Shamiek Moore\nCatch me out in Ybor City with a sweet whore\nTry to photograph me and nah, I take the detour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02]Yo, what's that? Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\n[00:02.47]We're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?\n[00:07.32]Frankie Puller\n[00:10.83]Yeah, Mr. Mef\n[00:13.24]CZARFACE\n[00:17.43]Here we go\n[00:21.59]Maybe you guys didn't notice\n[00:26.49]Mr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\n[00:29.09]Are Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\n[00:31.76]Mean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\n[00:34.06]Y'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\n[00:36.83]Rap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\n[00:39.54]I done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\n[00:42.14]Red beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\n[00:44.82]Tryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n[00:47.57]Kill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\n[00:50.38]I don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\n[00:52.80]I done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\n[00:55.54]Clientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\n[00:58.70]Ain't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\n[01:01.07]The beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\n[01:03.76]Frankie pull up, what's happening? Apple Pay it, I'm tapping it\n[01:06.47]If he pull out, go after 'em, time to pull up, we back\n[01:11.87]Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology (yeah)\n[01:15.03]INS logo on the flamethrower\n[01:17.30]I light 'em up back to back like a chain smoker\n[01:20.24]Get placed in a coma facing the soldier\n[01:22.50]Hundred shots fired, you barely grazed my shoulder\n[01:26.02]I keep my heat by the freezer\n[01:28.23]On a planet full of apes, I'm Caesar\n[01:30.84]Charlie horse talk spicy like tandoori\n[01:33.44]We ain't on the same page, they a sad story\n[01:36.21]Mad corny, I don't even know your backstory\n[01:38.86]Back up off me, let me live, I'll be back shortly\n[01:41.88]Liquid on the floor, call it H2O\n[01:44.16]In the kitchen at the stove making plates to go\n[01:47.19]Grind overtime whether rain or snow\n[01:49.47]So I'm stacked with the goods like Trader Joe\n[01:54.55]Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n[01:57.38]Mad technology pouring out of my bodily\n[01:59.74]Audibly causing chaos, I play 'em all off methodically\n[02:02.12]Sonically not robotically, it's human made, you afraid\n[02:05.22]When I die don't say, \"This one stings,\" throw me a huge parade\n[02:07.98]Super spray, hide your face, we do it in Kabuki way\n[02:10.67]Representing dead bent like Operation Dumile\n[02:13.04]The death toll, heads roll, they calling me bazooka shay\n[02:15.97]Every hero needs a villain, live from the Kumite\n[02:18.55]Dangerous, nightcrawler bamf where the students play\n[02:21.24]You ain't got a puke protein for you to lose your weight\n[02:23.80]Jewelry, yeah, you got extravagant taste\n[02:26.26]What a waste, I Katy Perry in space\n[02:28.12]I illustrate while you trace, kill a tape while you chase clout\n[02:31.37]I seal your fate with the fist, now you laid out, played out\n[02:34.73]No hard feelings, I don't suffer from ED\n[02:37.08]Your lyrics filled limp, mind hit like a DDT\n[02:39.81]Everything turns and comes back, you know\n[02:42.54]Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n[02:46.02]Oh yeah, we on that life\n[02:47.51]Catch me coming down the mountain with a combat knife\n[02:50.16]So precise, you could get your contacts sliced\n[02:52.86]And the hands are quick, you could get your jaw tapped twice\n[02:55.35]You shit the brain, no name lame, the bites like Cujo\n[02:58.41]I'd rather masturbate to Kathy Bates than hear you flow\n[03:01.07]And you know the misery, it loves company\n[03:03.52]Pin 'em to the mat like one, two, three, I emerge triumphantly\n[03:06.59]He should be the least of your concerns when I speak with raw\n[03:09.23]Beating P is not an easy chore like defeating Thor\n[03:11.92]Your frees, they produce enough cheese to feed the poor\n[03:14.57]My frees so cold, they locked behind the freezer door\n[03:17.09]Frankie, me, myself and I is who I'm speaking for\n[03:19.90]Sprinkle dope across a verse, shout to Shamiek Moore\n[03:22.51]Catch me out in Ybor City with a sweet whore\n[03:25.22]Try to photograph me and nah, I take the detour\n[03:27.82]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mad Technology\n  artist: CZARFACE\n  album: Czarface Meets Frankie Pulitzer\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, what's that? 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Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\n  We're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?\n  Frankie Puller\n  Yeah, Mr. Mef\n  CZARFACE\n  Here we go\n  Maybe you guys didn't notice\n\n  Mr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\n  Are Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\n  Mean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\n  Y'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\n  Rap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\n  I done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\n  Red beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\n  Tryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n\n  Kill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\n  I don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\n  I done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\n  Clientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\n  Ain't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\n  The beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\n  Frankie pull up, what's happening? Apple Pay it, I'm tapping it\n  If he pull out, go after 'em, time to pull up, we back\n\n  Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology (yeah)\n\n  INS logo on the flamethrower\n  I light 'em up back to back like a chain smoker\n  Get placed in a coma facing the soldier\n  Hundred shots fired, you barely grazed my shoulder\n  I keep my heat by the freezer\n  On a planet full of apes, I'm Caesar\n  Charlie horse talk spicy like tandoori\n\n  We ain't on the same page, they a sad story\n  Mad corny, I don't even know your backstory\n  Back up off me, let me live, I'll be back shortly\n  Liquid on the floor, call it H2O\n  In the kitchen at the stove making plates to go\n  Grind overtime whether rain or snow\n  So I'm stacked with the goods like Trader Joe\n\n  Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\n  Mad technology pouring out of my bodily\n  Audibly causing chaos, I play 'em all off methodically\n  Sonically not robotically, it's human made, you afraid\n  When I die don't say, \"This one stings,\" throw me a huge parade\n  Super spray, hide your face, we do it in Kabuki way\n  Representing dead bent like Operation Dumile\n  The death toll, heads roll, they calling me bazooka shay\n  Every hero needs a villain, live from the Kumite\n\n  Dangerous, nightcrawler bamf where the students play\n  You ain't got a puke protein for you to lose your weight\n  Jewelry, yeah, you got extravagant taste\n  What a waste, I Katy Perry in space\n  I illustrate while you trace, kill a tape while you chase clout\n  I seal your fate with the fist, now you laid out, played out\n  No hard feelings, I don't suffer from ED\n  Your lyrics filled limp, mind hit like a DDT\n\n  Everything turns and comes back, you know\n  Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\n  Oh yeah, we on that life\n  Catch me coming down the mountain with a combat knife\n  So precise, you could get your contacts sliced\n  And the hands are quick, you could get your jaw tapped twice\n  You shit the brain, no name lame, the bites like Cujo\n  I'd rather masturbate to Kathy Bates than hear you flow\n  And you know the misery, it loves company\n  Pin 'em to the mat like one, two, three, I emerge triumphantly\n\n  He should be the least of your concerns when I speak with raw\n  Beating P is not an easy chore like defeating Thor\n  Your frees, they produce enough cheese to feed the poor\n  My frees so cold, they locked behind the freezer door\n  Frankie, me, myself and I is who I'm speaking for\n  Sprinkle dope across a verse, shout to Shamiek Moore\n  Catch me out in Ybor City with a sweet whore\n  Try to photograph me and nah, I take the detour\n"},{"id":38434099,"name":"Mad Technology","trackName":"Mad Technology","artistName":"Czarface","albumName":"Czarface Meets Frankie Pulitzer","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, what's that? Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\nWe're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?\nFrankie Puller\nYeah, Mr. Mef\nCZARFACE\nHere we go\nMaybe you guys didn't notice\n\nMr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\nAre Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\nMean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\nY'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\nRap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\nI done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\nRed beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\nTryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n\nKill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\nI don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\nI done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\nClientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\nAin't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\nThe beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\nFrankie pull up, what's happening? Apple Pay it, I'm tapping it\nIf he pull out, go after 'em, time to pull up, we back\n\nMad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology (yeah)\n\nINS logo on the flamethrower\nI light 'em up back to back like a chain smoker\nGet placed in a coma facing the soldier\nHundred shots fired, you barely grazed my shoulder\nI keep my heat by the freezer\nOn a planet full of apes, I'm Caesar\nCharlie horse talk spicy like tandoori\n\nWe ain't on the same page, they a sad story\nMad corny, I don't even know your backstory\nBack up off me, let me live, I'll be back shortly\nLiquid on the floor, call it H2O\nIn the kitchen at the stove making plates to go\nGrind overtime whether rain or snow\nSo I'm stacked with the goods like Trader Joe\n\nMad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\nMad technology pouring out of my bodily\nAudibly causing chaos, I play 'em all off methodically\nSonically not robotically, it's human made, you afraid\nWhen I die don't say, \"This one stings,\" throw me a huge parade\nSuper spray, hide your face, we do it in Kabuki way\nRepresenting dead bent like Operation Dumile\nThe death toll, heads roll, they calling me bazooka shay\nEvery hero needs a villain, live from the Kumite\n\nDangerous, nightcrawler bamf where the students play\nYou ain't got a puke protein for you to lose your weight\nJewelry, yeah, you got extravagant taste\nWhat a waste, I Katy Perry in space\nI illustrate while you trace, kill a tape while you chase clout\nI seal your fate with the fist, now you laid out, played out\nNo hard feelings, I don't suffer from ED\nYour lyrics filled limp, mind hit like a DDT\n\nEverything turns and comes back, you know\nMad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\nOh yeah, we on that life\nCatch me coming down the mountain with a combat knife\nSo precise, you could get your contacts sliced\nAnd the hands are quick, you could get your jaw tapped twice\nYou shit the brain, no name lame, the bites like Cujo\nI'd rather masturbate to Kathy Bates than hear you flow\nAnd you know the misery, it loves company\nPin 'em to the mat like one, two, three, I emerge triumphantly\n\nHe should be the least of your concerns when I speak with raw\nBeating P is not an easy chore like defeating Thor\nYour frees, they produce enough cheese to feed the poor\nMy frees so cold, they locked behind the freezer door\nFrankie, me, myself and I is who I'm speaking for\nSprinkle dope across a verse, shout to Shamiek Moore\nCatch me out in Ybor City with a sweet whore\nTry to photograph me and nah, I take the detour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] Yo, what's that? Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\n[00:02.47] We're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?\n[00:07.32] Frankie Puller\n[00:10.83] Yeah, Mr. Mef\n[00:13.24] CZARFACE\n[00:17.43] Here we go\n[00:21.59] Maybe you guys didn't notice\n[00:26.49] Mr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\n[00:29.09] Are Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\n[00:31.76] Mean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\n[00:34.06] Y'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\n[00:36.83] Rap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\n[00:39.54] I done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\n[00:42.14] Red beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\n[00:44.82] Tryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n[00:47.57] Kill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\n[00:50.38] I don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\n[00:52.80] I done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\n[00:55.54] Clientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\n[00:58.70] Ain't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\n[01:01.07] The beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\n[01:03.76] Frankie pull up, what's happening? 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Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\n  We're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?\n  Frankie Puller\n  Yeah, Mr. Mef\n  CZARFACE\n  Here we go\n  Maybe you guys didn't notice\n\n  Mr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\n  Are Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\n  Mean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\n  Y'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\n  Rap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\n  I done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\n  Red beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\n  Tryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n\n  Kill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\n  I don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\n  I done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\n  Clientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\n  Ain't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\n  The beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\n  Frankie pull up, what's happening? 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Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\nWe're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?\nFrankie Puller\nYeah, Mr. Mef\nCZARFACE\nHere we go\nMaybe you guys didn't notice\n\nMr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\nAre Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\nMean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\nY'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\nRap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\nI done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\nRed beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\nTryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n\nKill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\nI don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\nI done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\nClientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\nAin't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\nThe beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\nFrankie pull up, what's happening? 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You got like mad technology?\n  Frankie Puller\n  Yeah, Mr. Mef\n  CZARFACE\n  Here we go\n  Maybe you guys didn't notice\n\n  Mr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\n  Are Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\n  Mean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\n  Y'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\n  Rap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\n  I done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\n  Red beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\n  Tryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n\n  Kill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\n  I don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\n  I done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\n  Clientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\n  Ain't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\n  The beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\n  Frankie pull up, what's happening? 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Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\nWe're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?\nFrankie Puller\nYeah, Mr. Mef\nCZARFACE\nHere we go\nMaybe you guys didn't notice\n\nMr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\nAre Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\nMean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\nY'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\nRap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\nI done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\nRed beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\nTryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n\nKill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\nI don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\nI done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\nClientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\nAin't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\nThe beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\nFrankie pull up, what's happening? 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Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\n[00:02.47] We're supposed to be impressed? 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You got like mad technology?\n  Frankie Puller\n  Yeah, Mr. Mef\n  CZARFACE\n  Here we go\n  Maybe you guys didn't notice\n\n  Mr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\n  Are Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\n  Mean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\n  Y'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\n  Rap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\n  I done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\n  Red beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\n  Tryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n\n  Kill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\n  I don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\n  I done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\n  Clientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\n  Ain't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\n  The beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\n  Frankie pull up, what's happening? 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Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\n[00:02.47] We're supposed to be impressed? 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Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\nWe're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?\nFrankie Puller\nYeah, Mr. Mef\nCZARFACE\nHere we go\nMaybe you guys didn't notice\n\nMr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\nAre Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\nMean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\nY'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\nRap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\nI done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\nRed beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\nTryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n\nKill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\nI don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\nI done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\nClientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\nAin't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\nThe beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\nFrankie pull up, what's happening? Apple Pay it, I'm tapping it\nIf he pull out, go after 'em, time to pull up, we back\n\nMad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology (yeah)\n\nINS logo on the flamethrower\nI light 'em up back to back like a chain smoker\nGet placed in a coma facing the soldier\nHundred shots fired, you barely grazed my shoulder\nI keep my heat by the freezer\nOn a planet full of apes, I'm Caesar\nCharlie horse talk spicy like tandoori\n\nWe ain't on the same page, they a sad story\nMad corny, I don't even know your backstory\nBack up off me, let me live, I'll be back shortly\nLiquid on the floor, call it H2O\nIn the kitchen at the stove making plates to go\nGrind overtime whether rain or snow\nSo I'm stacked with the goods like Trader Joe\n\nMad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\nMad technology pouring out of my bodily\nAudibly causing chaos, I play 'em all off methodically\nSonically not robotically, it's human made, you afraid\nWhen I die don't say, \"This one stings,\" throw me a huge parade\nSuper spray, hide your face, we do it in Kabuki way\nRepresenting dead bent like Operation Dumile\nThe death toll, heads roll, they calling me bazooka shay\nEvery hero needs a villain, live from the Kumite\n\nDangerous, nightcrawler bamf where the students play\nYou ain't got a puke protein for you to lose your weight\nJewelry, yeah, you got extravagant taste\nWhat a waste, I Katy Perry in space\nI illustrate while you trace, kill a tape while you chase clout\nI seal your fate with the fist, now you laid out, played out\nNo hard feelings, I don't suffer from ED\nYour lyrics filled limp, mind hit like a DDT\n\nEverything turns and comes back, you know\nMad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\nOh yeah, we on that life\nCatch me coming down the mountain with a combat knife\nSo precise, you could get your contacts sliced\nAnd the hands are quick, you could get your jaw tapped twice\nYou shit the brain, no name lame, the bites like Cujo\nI'd rather masturbate to Kathy Bates than hear you flow\nAnd you know the misery, it loves company\nPin 'em to the mat like one, two, three, I emerge triumphantly\n\nHe should be the least of your concerns when I speak with raw\nBeating P is not an easy chore like defeating Thor\nYour frees, they produce enough cheese to feed the poor\nMy frees so cold, they locked behind the freezer door\nFrankie, me, myself and I is who I'm speaking for\nSprinkle dope across a verse, shout to Shamiek Moore\nCatch me out in Ybor City with a sweet whore\nTry to photograph me and nah, I take the detour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02]Yo, what's that? Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\n[00:02.47]We're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?\n[00:07.32]Frankie Puller\n[00:10.83]Yeah, Mr. Mef\n[00:13.24]CZARFACE\n[00:17.43]Here we go\n[00:21.59]Maybe you guys didn't notice\n[00:26.49]Mr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\n[00:29.09]Are Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\n[00:31.76]Mean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\n[00:34.06]Y'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\n[00:36.83]Rap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\n[00:39.54]I done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\n[00:42.14]Red beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\n[00:44.82]Tryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n[00:47.57]Kill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\n[00:50.38]I don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\n[00:52.80]I done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\n[00:55.54]Clientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\n[00:58.70]Ain't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\n[01:01.07]The beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\n[01:03.76]Frankie pull up, what's happening? Apple Pay it, I'm tapping it\n[01:06.47]If he pull out, go after 'em, time to pull up, we back\n[01:11.87]Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology (yeah)\n[01:15.03]INS logo on the flamethrower\n[01:17.30]I light 'em up back to back like a chain smoker\n[01:20.24]Get placed in a coma facing the soldier\n[01:22.50]Hundred shots fired, you barely grazed my shoulder\n[01:26.02]I keep my heat by the freezer\n[01:28.23]On a planet full of apes, I'm Caesar\n[01:30.84]Charlie horse talk spicy like tandoori\n[01:33.44]We ain't on the same page, they a sad story\n[01:36.21]Mad corny, I don't even know your backstory\n[01:38.86]Back up off me, let me live, I'll be back shortly\n[01:41.88]Liquid on the floor, call it H2O\n[01:44.16]In the kitchen at the stove making plates to go\n[01:47.19]Grind overtime whether rain or snow\n[01:49.47]So I'm stacked with the goods like Trader Joe\n[01:54.55]Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n[01:57.38]Mad technology pouring out of my bodily\n[01:59.74]Audibly causing chaos, I play 'em all off methodically\n[02:02.12]Sonically not robotically, it's human made, you afraid\n[02:05.22]When I die don't say, \"This one stings,\" throw me a huge parade\n[02:07.98]Super spray, hide your face, we do it in Kabuki way\n[02:10.67]Representing dead bent like Operation Dumile\n[02:13.04]The death toll, heads roll, they calling me bazooka shay\n[02:15.97]Every hero needs a villain, live from the Kumite\n[02:18.55]Dangerous, nightcrawler bamf where the students play\n[02:21.24]You ain't got a puke protein for you to lose your weight\n[02:23.80]Jewelry, yeah, you got extravagant taste\n[02:26.26]What a waste, I Katy Perry in space\n[02:28.12]I illustrate while you trace, kill a tape while you chase clout\n[02:31.37]I seal your fate with the fist, now you laid out, played out\n[02:34.73]No hard feelings, I don't suffer from ED\n[02:37.08]Your lyrics filled limp, mind hit like a DDT\n[02:39.81]Everything turns and comes back, you know\n[02:42.54]Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n[02:46.02]Oh yeah, we on that life\n[02:47.51]Catch me coming down the mountain with a combat knife\n[02:50.16]So precise, you could get your contacts sliced\n[02:52.86]And the hands are quick, you could get your jaw tapped twice\n[02:55.35]You shit the brain, no name lame, the bites like Cujo\n[02:58.41]I'd rather masturbate to Kathy Bates than hear you flow\n[03:01.07]And you know the misery, it loves company\n[03:03.52]Pin 'em to the mat like one, two, three, I emerge triumphantly\n[03:06.59]He should be the least of your concerns when I speak with raw\n[03:09.23]Beating P is not an easy chore like defeating Thor\n[03:11.92]Your frees, they produce enough cheese to feed the poor\n[03:14.57]My frees so cold, they locked behind the freezer door\n[03:17.09]Frankie, me, myself and I is who I'm speaking for\n[03:19.90]Sprinkle dope across a verse, shout to Shamiek Moore\n[03:22.51]Catch me out in Ybor City with a sweet whore\n[03:25.22]Try to photograph me and nah, I take the detour\n[03:27.82]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mad Technology\n  artist: CZARFACE, Frankie Pulitzer, & Method Man\n  album: Unknown Album\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, what's that? 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Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\n  We're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?\n  Frankie Puller\n  Yeah, Mr. Mef\n  CZARFACE\n  Here we go\n  Maybe you guys didn't notice\n\n  Mr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\n  Are Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\n  Mean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\n  Y'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\n  Rap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\n  I done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\n  Red beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\n  Tryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n\n  Kill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\n  I don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\n  I done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\n  Clientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\n  Ain't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\n  The beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\n  Frankie pull up, what's happening? Apple Pay it, I'm tapping it\n  If he pull out, go after 'em, time to pull up, we back\n\n  Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology (yeah)\n\n  INS logo on the flamethrower\n  I light 'em up back to back like a chain smoker\n  Get placed in a coma facing the soldier\n  Hundred shots fired, you barely grazed my shoulder\n  I keep my heat by the freezer\n  On a planet full of apes, I'm Caesar\n  Charlie horse talk spicy like tandoori\n\n  We ain't on the same page, they a sad story\n  Mad corny, I don't even know your backstory\n  Back up off me, let me live, I'll be back shortly\n  Liquid on the floor, call it H2O\n  In the kitchen at the stove making plates to go\n  Grind overtime whether rain or snow\n  So I'm stacked with the goods like Trader Joe\n\n  Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\n  Mad technology pouring out of my bodily\n  Audibly causing chaos, I play 'em all off methodically\n  Sonically not robotically, it's human made, you afraid\n  When I die don't say, \"This one stings,\" throw me a huge parade\n  Super spray, hide your face, we do it in Kabuki way\n  Representing dead bent like Operation Dumile\n  The death toll, heads roll, they calling me bazooka shay\n  Every hero needs a villain, live from the Kumite\n\n  Dangerous, nightcrawler bamf where the students play\n  You ain't got a puke protein for you to lose your weight\n  Jewelry, yeah, you got extravagant taste\n  What a waste, I Katy Perry in space\n  I illustrate while you trace, kill a tape while you chase clout\n  I seal your fate with the fist, now you laid out, played out\n  No hard feelings, I don't suffer from ED\n  Your lyrics filled limp, mind hit like a DDT\n\n  Everything turns and comes back, you know\n  Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\n  Oh yeah, we on that life\n  Catch me coming down the mountain with a combat knife\n  So precise, you could get your contacts sliced\n  And the hands are quick, you could get your jaw tapped twice\n  You shit the brain, no name lame, the bites like Cujo\n  I'd rather masturbate to Kathy Bates than hear you flow\n  And you know the misery, it loves company\n  Pin 'em to the mat like one, two, three, I emerge triumphantly\n\n  He should be the least of your concerns when I speak with raw\n  Beating P is not an easy chore like defeating Thor\n  Your frees, they produce enough cheese to feed the poor\n  My frees so cold, they locked behind the freezer door\n  Frankie, me, myself and I is who I'm speaking for\n  Sprinkle dope across a verse, shout to Shamiek Moore\n  Catch me out in Ybor City with a sweet whore\n  Try to photograph me and nah, I take the detour\n"},{"id":38596852,"name":"Mad Technology","trackName":"Mad Technology","artistName":"Method Man, Czarface, & Frankie Pulitzer, 2.9M views, 77K likes","albumName":"","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, what's that? Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\nWe're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?\nFrankie Puller\nYeah, Mr. Mef\nCZARFACE\nHere we go\nMaybe you guys didn't notice\n\nMr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\nAre Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\nMean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\nY'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\nRap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\nI done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\nRed beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\nTryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n\nKill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\nI don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\nI done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\nClientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\nAin't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\nThe beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\nFrankie pull up, what's happening? Apple Pay it, I'm tapping it\nIf he pull out, go after 'em, time to pull up, we back\n\nMad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology (yeah)\n\nINS logo on the flamethrower\nI light 'em up back to back like a chain smoker\nGet placed in a coma facing the soldier\nHundred shots fired, you barely grazed my shoulder\nI keep my heat by the freezer\nOn a planet full of apes, I'm Caesar\nCharlie horse talk spicy like tandoori\n\nWe ain't on the same page, they a sad story\nMad corny, I don't even know your backstory\nBack up off me, let me live, I'll be back shortly\nLiquid on the floor, call it H2O\nIn the kitchen at the stove making plates to go\nGrind overtime whether rain or snow\nSo I'm stacked with the goods like Trader Joe\n\nMad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\nMad technology pouring out of my bodily\nAudibly causing chaos, I play 'em all off methodically\nSonically not robotically, it's human made, you afraid\nWhen I die don't say, \"This one stings,\" throw me a huge parade\nSuper spray, hide your face, we do it in Kabuki way\nRepresenting dead bent like Operation Dumile\nThe death toll, heads roll, they calling me bazooka shay\nEvery hero needs a villain, live from the Kumite\n\nDangerous, nightcrawler bamf where the students play\nYou ain't got a puke protein for you to lose your weight\nJewelry, yeah, you got extravagant taste\nWhat a waste, I Katy Perry in space\nI illustrate while you trace, kill a tape while you chase clout\nI seal your fate with the fist, now you laid out, played out\nNo hard feelings, I don't suffer from ED\nYour lyrics filled limp, mind hit like a DDT\n\nEverything turns and comes back, you know\nMad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\nOh yeah, we on that life\nCatch me coming down the mountain with a combat knife\nSo precise, you could get your contacts sliced\nAnd the hands are quick, you could get your jaw tapped twice\nYou shit the brain, no name lame, the bites like Cujo\nI'd rather masturbate to Kathy Bates than hear you flow\nAnd you know the misery, it loves company\nPin 'em to the mat like one, two, three, I emerge triumphantly\n\nHe should be the least of your concerns when I speak with raw\nBeating P is not an easy chore like defeating Thor\nYour frees, they produce enough cheese to feed the poor\nMy frees so cold, they locked behind the freezer door\nFrankie, me, myself and I is who I'm speaking for\nSprinkle dope across a verse, shout to Shamiek Moore\nCatch me out in Ybor City with a sweet whore\nTry to photograph me and nah, I take the detour","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mad Technology\n  artist: Method Man, Czarface, & Frankie Pulitzer, 2.9M views, 77K likes\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, what's that? Mini disc or some shit? What is this?\n  We're supposed to be impressed? You got like mad technology?\n  Frankie Puller\n  Yeah, Mr. Mef\n  CZARFACE\n  Here we go\n  Maybe you guys didn't notice\n\n  Mr. Mef, Frankie P, not Sinatra but frankly we\n  Are Frankenstein's monster, mama raised me on frank and beans\n  Mean microphone fiend, no one nicer than king\n  Y'all too lean and light in the jeans to even fight for a dream\n  Rap scene way too green, got too much ice in their cream\n  I done spent too many Benjamins sending kites to the team\n  Red beam on a blood clot, things ain't quite what they seem\n  Tryna find the bigger picture but I'm just liking the memes\n\n  Kill the game like I'm Ghostface, I'm just liking the screams\n  I don't even take a pee without monetizing the streams\n  I done red on everything like I'm advertising Supreme\n  Clientele pick XL, they don't make my size in Celine, nah\n  Ain't into fashion if I ain't feasting, I'm fasting\n  The beat taste like cow feet, taste defeat when I'm rapping\n  Frankie pull up, what's happening? Apple Pay it, I'm tapping it\n  If he pull out, go after 'em, time to pull up, we back\n\n  Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology (yeah)\n\n  INS logo on the flamethrower\n  I light 'em up back to back like a chain smoker\n  Get placed in a coma facing the soldier\n  Hundred shots fired, you barely grazed my shoulder\n  I keep my heat by the freezer\n  On a planet full of apes, I'm Caesar\n  Charlie horse talk spicy like tandoori\n\n  We ain't on the same page, they a sad story\n  Mad corny, I don't even know your backstory\n  Back up off me, let me live, I'll be back shortly\n  Liquid on the floor, call it H2O\n  In the kitchen at the stove making plates to go\n  Grind overtime whether rain or snow\n  So I'm stacked with the goods like Trader Joe\n\n  Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\n  Mad technology pouring out of my bodily\n  Audibly causing chaos, I play 'em all off methodically\n  Sonically not robotically, it's human made, you afraid\n  When I die don't say, \"This one stings,\" throw me a huge parade\n  Super spray, hide your face, we do it in Kabuki way\n  Representing dead bent like Operation Dumile\n  The death toll, heads roll, they calling me bazooka shay\n  Every hero needs a villain, live from the Kumite\n\n  Dangerous, nightcrawler bamf where the students play\n  You ain't got a puke protein for you to lose your weight\n  Jewelry, yeah, you got extravagant taste\n  What a waste, I Katy Perry in space\n  I illustrate while you trace, kill a tape while you chase clout\n  I seal your fate with the fist, now you laid out, played out\n  No hard feelings, I don't suffer from ED\n  Your lyrics filled limp, mind hit like a DDT\n\n  Everything turns and comes back, you know\n  Mad tech-, mad tech-, mad technology\n\n  Oh yeah, we on that life\n  Catch me coming down the mountain with a combat knife\n  So precise, you could get your contacts sliced\n  And the hands are quick, you could get your jaw tapped twice\n  You shit the brain, no name lame, the bites like Cujo\n  I'd rather masturbate to Kathy Bates than hear you flow\n  And you know the misery, it loves company\n  Pin 'em to the mat like one, two, three, I emerge triumphantly\n\n  He should be the least of your concerns when I speak with raw\n  Beating P is not an easy chore like defeating Thor\n  Your frees, they produce enough cheese to feed the poor\n  My frees so cold, they locked behind the freezer door\n  Frankie, me, myself and I is who I'm speaking for\n  Sprinkle dope across a verse, shout to Shamiek Moore\n  Catch me out in Ybor City with a sweet whore\n  Try to photograph me and nah, I take the detour\n"}]