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Get in line, 'cause the list long\nScandalous type, Nixon\n'Melo in your face, like the Knicks on\nDick long, gripped in the pits with my wits on\nLow quick, short wick on a lit bomb\nBetter strong any record Inspectah on\nI transform to a beast, call me Predacon\nUpper echelon, Deck'll rap 'til he dead and gone\nWas an ex-con, now I get my checks on\nNow a nigga's alright, like I'm never wrong\nHeadstrong, stepping through a present-day Lebanon\nLike Marvin, I get it on, Rebel gone set it off\nThen I jet, set where the weather's warm\n\nFlorida, or something\n(Scratching)\n\nListen, I'm a visionary, killing this, I'm stealing this\nHang with a gang that's villainous\nBuilding this from the ground up, turn the sound up\nLaunch a round, lay the beat down, like a Dillinger\nThe handgun, can't come close, I'm a phantom\nYour brand ain't a movement and your jam ain't an anthem\nTantrum, crying bitch, if battling's your dying wish\nI'm a genie, that'll grant that shit, I insist\nFly shit, shrunken little sweater—yeah, we tight-knit\nTight kicks, flow holy water, like Christ spit\nIce pick, swing that mother-fucker like a night stick\nPrisoners, tie son up, that Iron Mike shit\nListeners, take a deep breath I mean I'm recessed\nES, mint issue one, you the re-press\nRefresh your funny style, you should redress\nSpeak less, what's a Braveheart with a weak chest?\n\nA knock-out blow, he's down for the count\nA knock-out blow, he's down for the count\nA knock-out blow, he's down for the count\nListen to this\nListen to this\n\nI spit bomb, kill 'em softly with this song\nClick strong, this ain't nothing like a chick song\nBig John, in the shower with a big blonde\nSwitch on the power, little sour in the big bong\nI'm big, homes, y'all ain't living 'til you live long\nBig-boned honey, trying to keep me in the friend zone\nI touch down, try and put it in her end-zone\nPimp on, then I dip on her, like I'm Jim Jones\nYes y'all heard the rest, who the best, y'all?\nYou slept off, I'm a threat, what you rep, dog?\nRespect, dog, here's a bone: go and fetch, dog\nMr. Method, my favourite letter is \"F\", y'all (Ha!)\nAs I continue where we left off\nNext off the list, another hater is checked off\nGet lost you trick, check boss, or bet's off\nMore music and less talk, I'm talking about\n\nI walk down the street people look at me and say, \"Who the hell are you?\", I'm just an average Joe\nDr Yorgo, the EQ on this will make Czarface's brain bleed\nHe'll become so enraged, he'll self destruct, ha ha ha ha\nDon't be so foolish, you oaf! I knew Suckface would be stupid enough to surface again\nSir, it's Czar and they love him, because he's a hero\nWell, every hero needs a villain","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.40] No need to adjust your system\n[00:07.21] This song call it Jack Herer, 'cause a hit strong\n[00:09.95] Fist pump, Rebel on the set make your bitch jump\n[00:12.40] Doubt me? Get in line, 'cause the list long\n[00:14.64] Scandalous type, Nixon\n[00:17.12] 'Melo in your face, like the Knicks on\n[00:19.37] Dick long, gripped in the pits with my wits on\n[00:21.71] Low quick, short wick on a lit bomb\n[00:24.43] Better strong any record Inspectah on\n[00:27.12] I transform to a beast, call me Predacon\n[00:28.93] Upper echelon, Deck'll rap 'til he dead and gone\n[00:31.61] Was an ex-con, now I get my checks on\n[00:34.34] Now a nigga's alright, like I'm never wrong\n[00:36.19] Headstrong, stepping through a present-day Lebanon\n[00:38.80] Like Marvin, I get it on, Rebel gone set it off\n[00:41.88] Then I jet, set where the weather's warm\n[00:45.58] Florida, or something\n[00:47.15] (Scratching)\n[00:49.44] Listen, I'm a visionary, killing this, I'm stealing this\n[00:51.59] Hang with a gang that's villainous\n[00:53.34] Building this from the ground up, turn the sound up\n[00:56.01] Launch a round, lay the beat down, like a Dillinger\n[00:58.59] The handgun, can't come close, I'm a phantom\n[01:00.55] Your brand ain't a movement and your jam ain't an anthem\n[01:03.22] Tantrum, crying bitch, if battling's your dying wish\n[01:05.92] I'm a genie, that'll grant that shit, I insist\n[01:08.44] Fly shit, shrunken little sweater—yeah, we tight-knit\n[01:10.58] Tight kicks, flow holy water, like Christ spit\n[01:13.24] Ice pick, swing that mother-fucker like a night stick\n[01:15.08] Prisoners, tie son up, that Iron Mike shit\n[01:17.74] Listeners, take a deep breath I mean I'm recessed\n[01:20.44] ES, mint issue one, you the re-press\n[01:23.19] Refresh your funny style, you should redress\n[01:24.99] Speak less, what's a Braveheart with a weak chest?\n[01:32.86] A knock-out blow, he's down for the count\n[01:34.84] A knock-out blow, he's down for the count\n[01:37.22] A knock-out blow, he's down for the count\n[01:39.83] Listen to this\n[01:41.37] Listen to this\n[01:43.05] I spit bomb, kill 'em softly with this song\n[01:44.85] Click strong, this ain't nothing like a chick song\n[01:47.50] Big John, in the shower with a big blonde\n[01:49.66] Switch on the power, little sour in the big bong\n[01:52.30] I'm big, homes, y'all ain't living 'til you live long\n[01:54.79] Big-boned honey, trying to keep me in the friend zone\n[01:57.46] I touch down, try and put it in her end-zone\n[01:59.28] Pimp on, then I dip on her, like I'm Jim Jones\n[02:02.07] Yes y'all heard the rest, who the best, y'all?\n[02:04.72] You slept off, I'm a threat, what you rep, dog?\n[02:07.42] Respect, dog, here's a bone: go and fetch, dog\n[02:09.27] Mr. Method, my favourite letter is \"F\", y'all (Ha!)\n[02:12.66] As I continue where we left off\n[02:14.34] Next off the list, another hater is checked off\n[02:16.47] Get lost you trick, check boss, or bet's off\n[02:19.12] More music and less talk, I'm talking about\n[02:28.86] I walk down the street people look at me and say, \"Who the hell are you?\", I'm just an average Joe\n[02:37.68] Dr Yorgo, the EQ on this will make Czarface's brain bleed\n[02:44.26] He'll become so enraged, he'll self destruct, ha ha ha ha\n[02:50.35] Don't be so foolish, you oaf! I knew Suckface would be stupid enough to surface again\n[02:57.93] Sir, it's Czar and they love him, because he's a hero\n[03:03.84] Well, every hero needs a villain\n[03:14.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nightcrawler (feat. Method Man)\n  artist: Czarface\n  album: Czarface\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No need to adjust your system\n  start_ms: 5400\n  end_ms: 7210\n- text: This song call it Jack Herer, 'cause a hit strong\n  start_ms: 7210\n  end_ms: 9950\n- text: Fist pump, Rebel on the set make your bitch jump\n  start_ms: 9950\n  end_ms: 12400\n- text: Doubt me? 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Get in line, 'cause the list long\n  Scandalous type, Nixon\n  'Melo in your face, like the Knicks on\n  Dick long, gripped in the pits with my wits on\n  Low quick, short wick on a lit bomb\n  Better strong any record Inspectah on\n  I transform to a beast, call me Predacon\n  Upper echelon, Deck'll rap 'til he dead and gone\n  Was an ex-con, now I get my checks on\n  Now a nigga's alright, like I'm never wrong\n  Headstrong, stepping through a present-day Lebanon\n  Like Marvin, I get it on, Rebel gone set it off\n  Then I jet, set where the weather's warm\n\n  Florida, or something\n  (Scratching)\n\n  Listen, I'm a visionary, killing this, I'm stealing this\n  Hang with a gang that's villainous\n  Building this from the ground up, turn the sound up\n  Launch a round, lay the beat down, like a Dillinger\n  The handgun, can't come close, I'm a phantom\n  Your brand ain't a movement and your jam ain't an anthem\n  Tantrum, crying bitch, if battling's your dying wish\n  I'm a genie, that'll grant that shit, I insist\n  Fly shit, shrunken little sweater—yeah, we tight-knit\n  Tight kicks, flow holy water, like Christ spit\n  Ice pick, swing that mother-fucker like a night stick\n  Prisoners, tie son up, that Iron Mike shit\n  Listeners, take a deep breath I mean I'm recessed\n  ES, mint issue one, you the re-press\n  Refresh your funny style, you should redress\n  Speak less, what's a Braveheart with a weak chest?\n\n  A knock-out blow, he's down for the count\n  A knock-out blow, he's down for the count\n  A knock-out blow, he's down for the count\n  Listen to this\n  Listen to this\n\n  I spit bomb, kill 'em softly with this song\n  Click strong, this ain't nothing like a chick song\n  Big John, in the shower with a big blonde\n  Switch on the power, little sour in the big bong\n  I'm big, homes, y'all ain't living 'til you live long\n  Big-boned honey, trying to keep me in the friend zone\n  I touch down, try and put it in her end-zone\n  Pimp on, then I dip on her, like I'm Jim Jones\n  Yes y'all heard the rest, who the best, y'all?\n  You slept off, I'm a threat, what you rep, dog?\n  Respect, dog, here's a bone: go and fetch, dog\n  Mr. Method, my favourite letter is \"F\", y'all (Ha!)\n  As I continue where we left off\n  Next off the list, another hater is checked off\n  Get lost you trick, check boss, or bet's off\n  More music and less talk, I'm talking about\n\n  I walk down the street people look at me and say, \"Who the hell are you?\", I'm just an average Joe\n  Dr Yorgo, the EQ on this will make Czarface's brain bleed\n  He'll become so enraged, he'll self destruct, ha ha ha ha\n  Don't be so foolish, you oaf! 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Get in line, 'cause the list long\nScandalous type, Nixon\n'Melo in your face, like the Knicks on\nDick long, gripped in the pits with my wits on\nLow quick, short wick on a lit bomb\nBetter strong any record Inspectah on\nI transform to a beast, call me Predacon\nUpper echelon, Deck'll rap 'til he dead and gone\nWas an ex-con, now I get my checks on\nNow a nigga's alright, like I'm never wrong\nHeadstrong, stepping through a present-day Lebanon\nLike Marvin, I get it on, Rebel gone set it off\nThen I jet, set where the weather's warm\n\nFlorida, or something\n(Scratching)\n\nListen, I'm a visionary, killing this, I'm stealing this\nHang with a gang that's villainous\nBuilding this from the ground up, turn the sound up\nLaunch a round, lay the beat down, like a Dillinger\nThe handgun, can't come close, I'm a phantom\nYour brand ain't a movement and your jam ain't an anthem\nTantrum, crying bitch, if battling's your dying wish\nI'm a genie, that'll grant that shit, I insist\nFly shit, shrunken little sweater—yeah, we tight-knit\nTight kicks, flow holy water, like Christ spit\nIce pick, swing that mother-fucker like a night stick\nPrisoners, tie son up, that Iron Mike shit\nListeners, take a deep breath I mean I'm recessed\nES, mint issue one, you the re-press\nRefresh your funny style, you should redress\nSpeak less, what's a Braveheart with a weak chest?\n\nA knock-out blow, he's down for the count\nA knock-out blow, he's down for the count\nA knock-out blow, he's down for the count\nListen to this\nListen to this\n\nI spit bomb, kill 'em softly with this song\nClick strong, this ain't nothing like a chick song\nBig John, in the shower with a big blonde\nSwitch on the power, little sour in the big bong\nI'm big, homes, y'all ain't living 'til you live long\nBig-boned honey, trying to keep me in the friend zone\nI touch down, try and put it in her end-zone\nPimp on, then I dip on her, like I'm Jim Jones\nYes y'all heard the rest, who the best, y'all?\nYou slept off, I'm a threat, what you rep, dog?\nRespect, dog, here's a bone: go and fetch, dog\nMr. Method, my favourite letter is \"F\", y'all (Ha!)\nAs I continue where we left off\nNext off the list, another hater is checked off\nGet lost you trick, check boss, or bet's off\nMore music and less talk, I'm talking about\n\nI walk down the street people look at me and say, \"Who the hell are you?\", I'm just an average Joe\nDr Yorgo, the EQ on this will make Czarface's brain bleed\nHe'll become so enraged, he'll self destruct, ha ha ha ha\nDon't be so foolish, you oaf! 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