[{"id":36250924,"name":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3","trackName":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3","artistName":"Crypt/Dax/King Blitz/Ashtin Larold/Ekoh/Crank Lucas/Dilema/Carly X/Feral the Earthworm/Samad Savage/100 Kufis/Futuristic/Merkules","albumName":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3","duration":761.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\nTo the studio, straight from the crypt\nLocked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\nCan get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n\nI'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\nGot bars like a gym, this light look close\nI don't even break a sweat while squatting it\nI took off just like a rocket ship-\nThis beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\nCosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\nRap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n\nMy rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\nThat's three times two\nThat's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\nShoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\nOG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n\nI can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\nLike I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\nWhen they all thought I left\nI was right in the heart of it\nI can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\nScientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\nI don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\nI am ominous- if you think that I\nAm a human, then show me the documents\nIf you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\nI don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\nI don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\nAll the shit you do to repair what is\nWeighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n\nI don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\nHe made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\nThis rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\nAnd now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\nI tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\nI'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\nI can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\nMy work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n\nStay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\nLook, look, look\n\nAnybody wanna try me, I dare it\nTryna get a sample? Let's clear it\nI whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\nKill you then bring your parents\nBack together, like marriage split 'em\nFlowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\nYou cats more like kitty litter-\n\nKnow that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\nI'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\nIn order for you to beat me\nLiterally have to provide me the instrumental\nAnd even then- look, look\n\nI'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\nReal as it gets, must be bananas\nAnd don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\nHearing them talking like they want the smoke\nBut, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\nOh, you a comedian? Might need a special\nI heard you were special, like give him a note\nCausing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\nSmoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\nThey panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\nReally don't bother me, fuck your apologies\nFollow me, follow me, follow me, King\n\nHeyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\nI been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\nI'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\nI could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n\nDon't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\nI took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\nThen people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\nBut, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\nThey say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n\nJust 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\nI'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\nI'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n\nI'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\nPowerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\nBeen here since day one, you are not on my level\nSome things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n\nYeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\nOnto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\nStarted acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\nI'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\nFuck rap, when I'm on tour\nWell then I'm holding up convenience stores\n\nLet 'em know that I kill it with the flow\nAnd the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\nI don't even got a big boy job\nBut I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\nI know don't nobody wanna say shit\nDownload skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\nI been doing work, never getting a vacation\nBack on the grind, every time it's amazing\n\nI just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\nMusic so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\nIt's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\nThink you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n\nYeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\nI'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\nMy mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\nIf I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n\nCrank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\nOn mothers\n\nMonotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\nBut, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\nYou ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\nHow you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n\nI got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\nGot a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\nIt'd take two hours to dig it out\nI got your chick cumming so long\nShe still squirting while I kick her out\n\nIt's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\nAt this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\nDC-born, and PG-raised\nI'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\nI'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\nYou the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\nI'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n\nYeah\nYou already know what it is\nI break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n\nI go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\nMusic stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\nIt's psychological to have these minor goals\nDig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n\nThat green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\nAnd the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\nYo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\nOne call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n\nYouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\nLet it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\nBeen in the field, so\nThey sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\nStill with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n\nWords nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\nUppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\nShoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\nNo jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n\nLook\nThe name is Carly X, by the way\nHah, look\n\nI think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\nCrypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\nCame to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\nYou weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n\nWelcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\nIf you love your kid\nDon't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\nIf they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\nTrust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n\nHuh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\nLet me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\nY'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\nThen I turn 'em purple and blue\nJust like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n\nI'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\nFlow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\nTop five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\nI ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n\nYo\n\nMy goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\nDon't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\nI'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\nMake music every day, get to chill with my family\n\nI'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\nI live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\nI don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\nI've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n\nYet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\nAlways on the stage like some overconfident musician\nBut, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\nA yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n\nAbstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\nThat I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\nI'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\nBecause I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n\nThis is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\nCrypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n\nI'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\nThat they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\nAs they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\nUnstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n\nEmcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\nAnd do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\nImitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\nWe spill a soliloquy as we heel the\nWeek, make 'em want to still believe\nThat we all will achieve through our\nSkills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\nOn the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\nSpeak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\nOf the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\nEven still I'm really young, but\nGot no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n\nLike here's my goatee\nOnly right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\nYou could find me in the cut on the East side in a\nMean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\nOf the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\nThe form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\nAnd I'm armed with a gat,\nGet along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\nThey sigh for your cypher,\nMy side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n\nSkoodwidit!\n\nUh, now they know that we planning\nSomething, the planet is hitting the panic button\nTry calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\nIt's nothing to make you fold under pressure\nNevertheless\nSomething special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\nLecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\nI lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\nUse the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\nThe beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n\nThey know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\nI rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\nOne click got 'em sick\nLike Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\nGet shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\nWhen I ride through your block in a shopping cart\nMy saliva is similar to molten lava\nY'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n\nWanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\nOf course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n.40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\nWhen Crypt had sent the beat\nI know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\nKufis!\n\nSheesh!\nYo\n\nLemme start it off- if you\nRecreating troops, then you should call 'em off\nThese rappers talking hard, but\nThey sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\nSick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\nI'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n\nNever need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\nEvery time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\nI puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\nI cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n\nI'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\nMy lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\nI got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\nSo, when you ask me what I'm doing\nMy response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n\nPunchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\nI'm talking 'bout the ones if they\nHit you, they would'a broke your jaw\nBack to the rap shit, I needed a break\nI see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n\nSheesh!\n\nI was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\nNow, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\nNobody dope with the pen like me\nLeave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\nGotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\nLike fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\nWho's next? Want beef?\nGet addressed by me\n\nFuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\nYou can S my D tryna flex like me\nWith these kinda bars, we expect ID's\nTry to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\nY'all slept on me\n\nSo I felt like we should finish\nWhat we started till you rest in peace\nIt's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\nGet the chills when I kill all these children for fun\nEvery lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\nEverybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\nOh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\nGot a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\nIn the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\nHad to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n\nI'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\nI'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\nIf anybody thinking they ill as me\nI'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\nThe pen in me is not no friend of me\nBut eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\nY'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\nI hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n\nAin't nobody fucking with the kid right\nNow, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\nTake a look around\nI'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n\nFirst off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\nCypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\nCypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\nBut, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n'Cause when they ain't get picked\nThey start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\nI got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\nThey only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\nBut when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n\nDamn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\nWith all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\nFrom here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n\nAll you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\nHeart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\nI'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\nI'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n\nThen, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\nBut this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\nOh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\nIt's a hobby\nProbably show up at your door and\nGet to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n\nEverybody wanna try to be subtle when\nDissing until they get caught-caught-caught\nThen they be acting so innocent in my\nVicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\nThen the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\nDon't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\nThen I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n\nThen I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\nI know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\nAnd anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\nAnd I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\nCheck the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\nBitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\nBut you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\nTake this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n\nLook, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\nI got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\nI got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\nNow, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n\nFinish dat man, finish dat on the beat\nCrypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\nShaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\nAnd I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n\nIf we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\nTo ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\nConcealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\nDon't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n\nI'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\nSlow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\nSo, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\nOr I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.22] Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n[00:13.38] To the studio, straight from the crypt\n[00:15.49] Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\n[00:18.60] Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n[00:21.33] I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\n[00:23.86] Got bars like a gym, this light look close\n[00:25.66] I don't even break a sweat while squatting it\n[00:26.99] I took off just like a rocket ship-\n[00:28.12] This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\n[00:29.48] Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\n[00:31.38] Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n[00:33.06] My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\n[00:35.73] That's three times two\n[00:36.43] That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\n[00:38.45] Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\n[00:41.27] OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n[00:43.95] I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\n[00:45.19] Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\n[00:46.28] When they all thought I left\n[00:47.13] I was right in the heart of it\n[00:47.76] I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\n[00:49.70] Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\n[00:51.07] I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\n[00:52.48] I am ominous- if you think that I\n[00:53.21] Am a human, then show me the documents\n[00:54.47] If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\n[00:55.60] I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\n[00:56.95] I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\n[00:58.24] All the shit you do to repair what is\n[00:59.65] Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n[00:59.97] I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\n[01:02.37] He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\n[01:05.04] This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\n[01:07.88] And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n[01:10.57] I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n[01:13.28] I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n[01:15.93] I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n[01:18.63] My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n[01:22.48] Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n[01:24.76] Look, look, look\n[01:26.82] Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n[01:28.37] Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n[01:29.52] I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n[01:32.06] Kill you then bring your parents\n[01:33.10] Back together, like marriage split 'em\n[01:34.77] Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n[01:37.33] You cats more like kitty litter-\n[01:38.86] Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n[01:40.96] I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n[01:43.61] In order for you to beat me\n[01:44.89] Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n[01:47.13] And even then- look, look\n[01:48.62] I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n[01:51.27] Real as it gets, must be bananas\n[01:52.62] And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n[01:54.13] Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n[01:55.44] But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n[01:56.83] Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n[01:58.19] I heard you were special, like give him a note\n[01:59.59] Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n[02:02.49] Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n[02:05.46] They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n[02:08.06] Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n[02:09.33] Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n[02:10.82] \n[02:15.84] Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n[02:18.74] I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n[02:21.42] I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n[02:24.37] I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n[02:26.98] Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n[02:29.50] I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n[02:32.24] Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n[02:34.90] But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n[02:37.67] They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n[02:40.36] Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n[02:43.17] I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n[02:45.97] I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n[02:48.63] I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n[02:51.70] Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n[02:54.23] Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n[02:56.70] Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n[03:04.42] Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n[03:06.43] Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n[03:08.34] Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n[03:10.94] I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n[03:13.61] Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n[03:14.96] Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n[03:16.68] Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n[03:17.76] And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n[03:19.09] I don't even got a big boy job\n[03:20.37] But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n[03:21.85] I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n[03:23.28] Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n[03:24.74] I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n[03:25.82] Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n[03:27.62] I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n[03:30.18] Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n[03:32.87] It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n[03:35.54] Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n[03:38.66] Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n[03:40.85] I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n[03:43.74] My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n[03:46.30] If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n[03:49.26] Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n[03:52.71] On mothers\n[03:54.77] Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n[03:57.33] But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n[04:00.08] You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n[04:02.91] How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n[04:05.64] I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n[04:08.02] Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n[04:10.71] It'd take two hours to dig it out\n[04:12.86] I got your chick cumming so long\n[04:14.66] She still squirting while I kick her out\n[04:16.55] It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n[04:19.01] At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n[04:21.77] DC-born, and PG-raised\n[04:24.22] I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n[04:26.99] I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n[04:29.73] You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n[04:32.52] I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n[04:35.27] 'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n[04:38.19] Yeah\n[04:38.80] You already know what it is\n[04:40.01] I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n[04:43.22] I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n[04:46.22] Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n[04:48.90] It's psychological to have these minor goals\n[04:51.49] Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n[04:54.16] That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n[04:57.16] And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n[04:59.84] Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n[05:02.21] One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n[05:05.28] YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n[05:07.71] Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n[05:10.42] Been in the field, so\n[05:11.34] They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n[05:13.64] Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n[05:16.31] Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n[05:18.85] Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n[05:21.79] Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n[05:24.54] No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n[05:27.06] Look\n[05:28.65] The name is Carly X, by the way\n[05:30.89] Hah, look\n[05:33.02] I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n[05:35.56] Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n[05:38.27] Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n[05:40.85] You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n[05:43.66] Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n[05:46.30] If you love your kid\n[05:47.47] Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n[05:49.23] If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n[05:51.90] Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n[05:54.77] Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n[05:56.95] Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n[05:59.72] Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n[06:02.30] Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n[06:03.75] Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n[06:05.61] I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n[06:08.27] Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n[06:10.81] Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n[06:13.66] I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n[06:17.58] Yo\n[06:21.89] My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n[06:24.27] Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n[06:27.20] I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n[06:30.03] Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n[06:32.51] I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n[06:35.31] I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n[06:38.38] I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n[06:40.80] I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n[06:43.55] Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n[06:46.25] Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n[06:49.05] But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n[06:51.95] A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n[06:54.78] Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n[06:57.12] That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n[06:59.82] I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n[07:02.43] Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n[07:06.58] This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n[07:08.43] Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n[07:10.50] I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n[07:13.22] That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n[07:16.03] As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n[07:18.78] Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n[07:21.67] Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n[07:22.95] And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n[07:24.49] Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n[07:27.23] We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n[07:28.77] Week, make 'em want to still believe\n[07:30.26] That we all will achieve through our\n[07:31.45] Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n[07:32.63] On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n[07:34.35] Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n[07:36.14] Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n[07:37.70] Even still I'm really young, but\n[07:38.36] Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n[07:40.57] Like here's my goatee\n[07:41.61] Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n[07:43.18] You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n[07:44.45] Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n[07:46.21] Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n[07:47.83] The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n[07:49.21] And I'm armed with a gat,\n[07:50.37] Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n[07:52.19] They sigh for your cypher,\n[07:52.89] My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n[07:55.49] Skoodwidit!\n[07:58.42] Uh, now they know that we planning\n[08:00.33] Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n[08:02.28] Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n[08:05.25] It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n[08:07.24] Nevertheless\n[08:07.90] Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n[08:10.89] Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n[08:13.32] I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n[08:16.18] Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n[08:18.75] The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n[08:21.82] They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n[08:23.31] I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n[08:24.62] One click got 'em sick\n[08:25.09] Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n[08:26.47] Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n[08:28.15] When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n[08:29.64] My saliva is similar to molten lava\n[08:30.91] Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n[08:32.25] Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n[08:34.70] Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n[08:37.49] .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n[08:40.16] When Crypt had sent the beat\n[08:41.28] I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n[08:43.34] Kufis!\n[08:46.08] Sheesh!\n[08:48.03] Yo\n[08:48.76] Lemme start it off- if you\n[08:50.26] Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n[08:51.71] These rappers talking hard, but\n[08:53.06] They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n[08:54.65] Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n[08:57.33] I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n[09:00.08] Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n[09:02.64] Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n[09:05.60] I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n[09:08.12] I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n[09:10.74] I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n[09:13.88] My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n[09:16.45] I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n[09:19.23] So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n[09:20.54] My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n[09:22.48] Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n[09:24.55] I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n[09:25.95] Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n[09:27.27] Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n[09:29.62] I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n[09:34.91] Sheesh!\n[09:37.81] I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n[09:40.85] Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n[09:43.56] Nobody dope with the pen like me\n[09:45.02] Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n[09:46.22] Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n[09:47.63] Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n[09:48.91] Who's next? Want beef?\n[09:49.57] Get addressed by me\n[09:50.62] Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n[09:51.83] You can S my D tryna flex like me\n[09:53.03] With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n[09:54.58] Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n[09:57.05] Y'all slept on me\n[09:58.09] So I felt like we should finish\n[09:58.94] What we started till you rest in peace\n[09:59.99] It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n[10:01.37] Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n[10:02.68] Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n[10:04.08] Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n[10:05.30] Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n[10:06.73] Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n[10:08.07] In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n[10:09.56] Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n[10:10.86] I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n[10:12.11] I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n[10:13.74] If anybody thinking they ill as me\n[10:15.02] I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n[10:16.37] The pen in me is not no friend of me\n[10:17.31] But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n[10:19.06] Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n[10:20.69] I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n[10:21.93] Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n[10:23.39] Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n[10:24.65] Take a look around\n[10:25.36] I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n[10:27.21] First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n[10:29.69] Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n[10:32.67] Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n[10:35.09] But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n[10:38.02] 'Cause when they ain't get picked\n[10:39.00] They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n[10:40.72] I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n[10:43.89] They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n[10:46.46] But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n[10:49.12] Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n[10:51.73] With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n[10:54.16] From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n[10:57.00] 'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n[10:59.91] All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n[11:02.54] Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n[11:05.30] I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n[11:08.04] I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n[11:10.62] Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n[11:13.57] But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n[11:16.21] Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n[11:19.03] It's a hobby\n[11:19.52] Probably show up at your door and\n[11:20.93] Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n[11:22.81] Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n[11:24.04] Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n[11:25.58] Then they be acting so innocent in my\n[11:26.30] Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n[11:28.08] Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n[11:29.38] Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n[11:30.65] Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n[11:32.34] Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n[11:33.89] I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n[11:35.34] And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n[11:36.61] And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n[11:38.09] Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n[11:40.25] Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n[11:41.82] But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n[11:43.22] Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n[11:45.74] 'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n[11:48.78] Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n[11:51.54] I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n[11:54.18] I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n[11:56.94] Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n[11:59.74] Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n[12:02.39] Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n[12:04.89] Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n[12:07.75] And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n[12:10.44] If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n[12:13.41] To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n[12:16.13] Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n[12:18.76] Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n[12:21.45] I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n[12:24.15] Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n[12:27.10] So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n[12:29.66] Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n[12:36.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3\n  artist: Crypt/Dax/King Blitz/Ashtin Larold/Ekoh/Crank Lucas/Dilema/Carly X/Feral the Earthworm/Samad Savage/100 Kufis/Futuristic/Merkules\n  album: YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3\n  duration_ms: 761000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n  start_ms: 11220\n  end_ms: 13380\n- text: To the studio, straight from the crypt\n  start_ms: 13380\n  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boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n  start_ms: 67880\n  end_ms: 70570\n- text: I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n  start_ms: 70570\n  end_ms: 73280\n- text: I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n  start_ms: 73280\n  end_ms: 75930\n- text: I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n  start_ms: 75930\n  end_ms: 78630\n- text: My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n  start_ms: 78630\n  end_ms: 82480\n- text: Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n  start_ms: 82480\n  end_ms: 84760\n- text: Look, look, look\n  start_ms: 84760\n  end_ms: 86820\n- text: Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n  start_ms: 86820\n  end_ms: 88370\n- text: Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n  start_ms: 88370\n  end_ms: 89520\n- text: I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n  start_ms: 89520\n  end_ms: 92060\n- text: Kill you then bring your parents\n  start_ms: 92060\n  end_ms: 93100\n- text: Back together, like marriage split 'em\n  start_ms: 93100\n  end_ms: 94770\n- text: Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n  start_ms: 94770\n  end_ms: 97330\n- text: You cats more like kitty litter-\n  start_ms: 97330\n  end_ms: 98860\n- text: Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n  start_ms: 98860\n  end_ms: 100960\n- text: I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n  start_ms: 100960\n  end_ms: 103610\n- text: In order for you to beat me\n  start_ms: 103610\n  end_ms: 104890\n- text: Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n  start_ms: 104890\n  end_ms: 107130\n- text: And even then- look, look\n  start_ms: 107130\n  end_ms: 108620\n- text: I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n  start_ms: 108620\n  end_ms: 111270\n- text: Real as it gets, must be bananas\n  start_ms: 111270\n  end_ms: 112620\n- text: And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n  start_ms: 112620\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 115440\n- text: But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n  start_ms: 115440\n  end_ms: 116830\n- text: Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n  start_ms: 116830\n  end_ms: 118190\n- text: I heard you were special, like give him a note\n  start_ms: 118190\n  end_ms: 119590\n- text: Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n  start_ms: 119590\n  end_ms: 122490\n- text: Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n  start_ms: 122490\n  end_ms: 125460\n- text: They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n  start_ms: 125460\n  end_ms: 128060\n- text: Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n  start_ms: 128060\n  end_ms: 129330\n- text: Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n  start_ms: 129330\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 135840\n- text: Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n  start_ms: 135840\n  end_ms: 138740\n- text: I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n  start_ms: 138740\n  end_ms: 141420\n- text: I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n  start_ms: 141420\n  end_ms: 144370\n- text: I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n  start_ms: 144370\n  end_ms: 146980\n- text: Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n  start_ms: 146980\n  end_ms: 149500\n- text: I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n  start_ms: 149500\n  end_ms: 152240\n- text: Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n  start_ms: 152240\n  end_ms: 154900\n- text: But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n  start_ms: 154900\n  end_ms: 157670\n- text: They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n  start_ms: 157670\n  end_ms: 160360\n- text: Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n  start_ms: 160360\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 165970\n- text: I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n  start_ms: 165970\n  end_ms: 168630\n- text: I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n  start_ms: 168630\n  end_ms: 171700\n- text: Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n  start_ms: 171700\n  end_ms: 174230\n- text: Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n  start_ms: 174230\n  end_ms: 176700\n- text: Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n  start_ms: 176700\n  end_ms: 184420\n- text: Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n  start_ms: 184420\n  end_ms: 186430\n- text: Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n  start_ms: 186430\n  end_ms: 188340\n- text: Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n  start_ms: 188340\n  end_ms: 190940\n- text: I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n  start_ms: 190940\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 194960\n- text: Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n  start_ms: 194960\n  end_ms: 196680\n- text: Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n  start_ms: 196680\n  end_ms: 197760\n- text: And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n  start_ms: 197760\n  end_ms: 199090\n- text: I don't even got a big boy job\n  start_ms: 199090\n  end_ms: 200370\n- text: But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n  start_ms: 200370\n  end_ms: 201850\n- text: I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n  start_ms: 201850\n  end_ms: 203280\n- text: Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n  start_ms: 203280\n  end_ms: 204740\n- text: I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n  start_ms: 204740\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 207620\n- text: I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n  start_ms: 207620\n  end_ms: 210180\n- text: Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n  start_ms: 210180\n  end_ms: 212870\n- text: It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n  start_ms: 212870\n  end_ms: 215540\n- text: Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n  start_ms: 215540\n  end_ms: 218660\n- text: Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n  start_ms: 218660\n  end_ms: 220850\n- text: I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n  start_ms: 220850\n  end_ms: 223740\n- text: My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n  start_ms: 223740\n  end_ms: 226300\n- text: If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n  start_ms: 226300\n  end_ms: 229260\n- text: Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n  start_ms: 229260\n  end_ms: 232710\n- text: On mothers\n  start_ms: 232710\n  end_ms: 234770\n- text: Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n  start_ms: 234770\n  end_ms: 237330\n- text: But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n  start_ms: 237330\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 242910\n- text: How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n  start_ms: 242910\n  end_ms: 245640\n- text: I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n  start_ms: 245640\n  end_ms: 248020\n- text: Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n  start_ms: 248020\n  end_ms: 250710\n- text: It'd take two hours to dig it out\n  start_ms: 250710\n  end_ms: 252860\n- text: I got your chick cumming so long\n  start_ms: 252860\n  end_ms: 254660\n- text: She still squirting while I kick her out\n  start_ms: 254660\n  end_ms: 256550\n- text: It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n  start_ms: 256550\n  end_ms: 259010\n- text: At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n  start_ms: 259010\n  end_ms: 261770\n- text: DC-born, and PG-raised\n  start_ms: 261770\n  end_ms: 264220\n- text: I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n  start_ms: 264220\n  end_ms: 266990\n- text: I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n  start_ms: 266990\n  end_ms: 269730\n- text: You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n  start_ms: 269730\n  end_ms: 272520\n- text: I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n  start_ms: 272520\n  end_ms: 275270\n- text: '''Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas'\n  start_ms: 275270\n  end_ms: 278190\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 278190\n  end_ms: 278800\n- text: You already know what it is\n  start_ms: 278800\n  end_ms: 280010\n- text: I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n  start_ms: 280010\n  end_ms: 283220\n- text: I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n  start_ms: 283220\n  end_ms: 286220\n- text: Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n  start_ms: 286220\n  end_ms: 288900\n- text: It's psychological to have these minor goals\n  start_ms: 288900\n  end_ms: 291490\n- text: Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n  start_ms: 291490\n  end_ms: 294160\n- text: That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n  start_ms: 294160\n  end_ms: 297160\n- text: And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n  start_ms: 297160\n  end_ms: 299840\n- text: Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n  start_ms: 299840\n  end_ms: 302210\n- text: One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n  start_ms: 302210\n  end_ms: 305280\n- text: YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n  start_ms: 305280\n  end_ms: 307710\n- text: Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n  start_ms: 307710\n  end_ms: 310420\n- text: Been in the field, so\n  start_ms: 310420\n  end_ms: 311340\n- text: They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n  start_ms: 311340\n  end_ms: 313640\n- text: Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n  start_ms: 313640\n  end_ms: 316310\n- text: Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n  start_ms: 316310\n  end_ms: 318850\n- text: Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n  start_ms: 318850\n  end_ms: 321790\n- text: Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n  start_ms: 321790\n  end_ms: 324540\n- text: No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n  start_ms: 324540\n  end_ms: 327060\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 327060\n  end_ms: 328650\n- text: The name is Carly X, by the way\n  start_ms: 328650\n  end_ms: 330890\n- text: Hah, look\n  start_ms: 330890\n  end_ms: 333020\n- text: I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n  start_ms: 333020\n  end_ms: 335560\n- text: Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n  start_ms: 335560\n  end_ms: 338270\n- text: Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n  start_ms: 338270\n  end_ms: 340850\n- text: You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n  start_ms: 340850\n  end_ms: 343660\n- text: Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n  start_ms: 343660\n  end_ms: 346300\n- text: If you love your kid\n  start_ms: 346300\n  end_ms: 347470\n- text: Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n  start_ms: 347470\n  end_ms: 349230\n- text: If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n  start_ms: 349230\n  end_ms: 351900\n- text: Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n  start_ms: 351900\n  end_ms: 354770\n- text: Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n  start_ms: 354770\n  end_ms: 356950\n- text: Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n  start_ms: 356950\n  end_ms: 359720\n- text: Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n  start_ms: 359720\n  end_ms: 362300\n- text: Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n  start_ms: 362300\n  end_ms: 363750\n- text: Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n  start_ms: 363750\n  end_ms: 365610\n- text: I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n  start_ms: 365610\n  end_ms: 368270\n- text: Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n  start_ms: 368270\n  end_ms: 370810\n- text: Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n  start_ms: 370810\n  end_ms: 373660\n- text: I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n  start_ms: 373660\n  end_ms: 377580\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 377580\n  end_ms: 381890\n- text: My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n  start_ms: 381890\n  end_ms: 384270\n- text: Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n  start_ms: 384270\n  end_ms: 387200\n- text: I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n  start_ms: 387200\n  end_ms: 390030\n- text: Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n  start_ms: 390030\n  end_ms: 392510\n- text: I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n  start_ms: 392510\n  end_ms: 395310\n- text: I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n  start_ms: 395310\n  end_ms: 398380\n- text: I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n  start_ms: 398380\n  end_ms: 400800\n- text: I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n  start_ms: 400800\n  end_ms: 403550\n- text: Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n  start_ms: 403550\n  end_ms: 406250\n- text: Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n  start_ms: 406250\n  end_ms: 409050\n- text: But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n  start_ms: 409050\n  end_ms: 411950\n- text: A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n  start_ms: 411950\n  end_ms: 414780\n- text: Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n  start_ms: 414780\n  end_ms: 417120\n- text: That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n  start_ms: 417120\n  end_ms: 419820\n- text: I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n  start_ms: 419820\n  end_ms: 422430\n- text: Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n  start_ms: 422430\n  end_ms: 426580\n- text: This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n  start_ms: 426580\n  end_ms: 428430\n- text: Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n  start_ms: 428430\n  end_ms: 430500\n- text: I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n  start_ms: 430500\n  end_ms: 433220\n- text: That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n  start_ms: 433220\n  end_ms: 436030\n- text: As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n  start_ms: 436030\n  end_ms: 438780\n- text: Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n  start_ms: 438780\n  end_ms: 441670\n- text: Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n  start_ms: 441670\n  end_ms: 442950\n- text: And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n  start_ms: 442950\n  end_ms: 444490\n- text: Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n  start_ms: 444490\n  end_ms: 447230\n- text: We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n  start_ms: 447230\n  end_ms: 448770\n- text: Week, make 'em want to still believe\n  start_ms: 448770\n  end_ms: 450260\n- text: That we all will achieve through our\n  start_ms: 450260\n  end_ms: 451450\n- text: Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n  start_ms: 451450\n  end_ms: 452630\n- text: On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n  start_ms: 452630\n  end_ms: 454350\n- text: Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n  start_ms: 454350\n  end_ms: 456140\n- text: Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n  start_ms: 456140\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: Even still I'm really young, but\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 458360\n- text: Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n  start_ms: 458360\n  end_ms: 460570\n- text: Like here's my goatee\n  start_ms: 460570\n  end_ms: 461610\n- text: Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n  start_ms: 461610\n  end_ms: 463180\n- text: You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n  start_ms: 463180\n  end_ms: 464450\n- text: Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n  start_ms: 464450\n  end_ms: 466210\n- text: Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n  start_ms: 466210\n  end_ms: 467830\n- text: The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n  start_ms: 467830\n  end_ms: 469210\n- text: And I'm armed with a gat,\n  start_ms: 469210\n  end_ms: 470370\n- text: Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n  start_ms: 470370\n  end_ms: 472190\n- text: They sigh for your cypher,\n  start_ms: 472190\n  end_ms: 472890\n- text: My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n  start_ms: 472890\n  end_ms: 475490\n- text: Skoodwidit!\n  start_ms: 475490\n  end_ms: 478420\n- text: Uh, now they know that we planning\n  start_ms: 478420\n  end_ms: 480330\n- text: Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n  start_ms: 480330\n  end_ms: 482280\n- text: Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n  start_ms: 482280\n  end_ms: 485250\n- text: It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n  start_ms: 485250\n  end_ms: 487240\n- text: Nevertheless\n  start_ms: 487240\n  end_ms: 487900\n- text: Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n  start_ms: 487900\n  end_ms: 490890\n- text: Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n  start_ms: 490890\n  end_ms: 493320\n- text: I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n  start_ms: 493320\n  end_ms: 496180\n- text: Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n  start_ms: 496180\n  end_ms: 498750\n- text: The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n  start_ms: 498750\n  end_ms: 501820\n- text: They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n  start_ms: 501820\n  end_ms: 503310\n- text: I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n  start_ms: 503310\n  end_ms: 504620\n- text: One click got 'em sick\n  start_ms: 504620\n  end_ms: 505090\n- text: Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n  start_ms: 505090\n  end_ms: 506470\n- text: Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n  start_ms: 506470\n  end_ms: 508150\n- text: When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n  start_ms: 508150\n  end_ms: 509640\n- text: My saliva is similar to molten lava\n  start_ms: 509640\n  end_ms: 510910\n- text: Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n  start_ms: 510910\n  end_ms: 512250\n- text: Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n  start_ms: 512250\n  end_ms: 514700\n- text: Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n  start_ms: 514700\n  end_ms: 517490\n- text: .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n  start_ms: 517490\n  end_ms: 520160\n- text: When Crypt had sent the beat\n  start_ms: 520160\n  end_ms: 521280\n- text: I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n  start_ms: 521280\n  end_ms: 523340\n- text: Kufis!\n  start_ms: 523340\n  end_ms: 526080\n- text: Sheesh!\n  start_ms: 526080\n  end_ms: 528030\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 528030\n  end_ms: 528760\n- text: Lemme start it off- if you\n  start_ms: 528760\n  end_ms: 530260\n- text: Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n  start_ms: 530260\n  end_ms: 531710\n- text: These rappers talking hard, but\n  start_ms: 531710\n  end_ms: 533060\n- text: They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n  start_ms: 533060\n  end_ms: 534650\n- text: Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n  start_ms: 534650\n  end_ms: 537330\n- text: I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n  start_ms: 537330\n  end_ms: 540080\n- text: Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n  start_ms: 540080\n  end_ms: 542640\n- text: Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n  start_ms: 542640\n  end_ms: 545600\n- text: I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n  start_ms: 545600\n  end_ms: 548120\n- text: I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n  start_ms: 548120\n  end_ms: 550740\n- text: I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n  start_ms: 550740\n  end_ms: 553880\n- text: My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n  start_ms: 553880\n  end_ms: 556450\n- text: I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n  start_ms: 556450\n  end_ms: 559230\n- text: So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n  start_ms: 559230\n  end_ms: 560540\n- text: My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n  start_ms: 560540\n  end_ms: 562480\n- text: Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n  start_ms: 562480\n  end_ms: 564550\n- text: I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n  start_ms: 564550\n  end_ms: 565950\n- text: Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n  start_ms: 565950\n  end_ms: 567270\n- text: Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n  start_ms: 567270\n  end_ms: 569620\n- text: I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n  start_ms: 569620\n  end_ms: 574910\n- text: Sheesh!\n  start_ms: 574910\n  end_ms: 577810\n- text: I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n  start_ms: 577810\n  end_ms: 580850\n- text: Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n  start_ms: 580850\n  end_ms: 583560\n- text: Nobody dope with the pen like me\n  start_ms: 583560\n  end_ms: 585020\n- text: Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n  start_ms: 585020\n  end_ms: 586220\n- text: Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n  start_ms: 586220\n  end_ms: 587630\n- text: Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n  start_ms: 587630\n  end_ms: 588910\n- text: Who's next? Want beef?\n  start_ms: 588910\n  end_ms: 589570\n- text: Get addressed by me\n  start_ms: 589570\n  end_ms: 590620\n- text: Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n  start_ms: 590620\n  end_ms: 591830\n- text: You can S my D tryna flex like me\n  start_ms: 591830\n  end_ms: 593030\n- text: With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n  start_ms: 593030\n  end_ms: 594580\n- text: Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n  start_ms: 594580\n  end_ms: 597050\n- text: Y'all slept on me\n  start_ms: 597050\n  end_ms: 598090\n- text: So I felt like we should finish\n  start_ms: 598090\n  end_ms: 598940\n- text: What we started till you rest in peace\n  start_ms: 598940\n  end_ms: 599990\n- text: It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n  start_ms: 599990\n  end_ms: 601370\n- text: Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n  start_ms: 601370\n  end_ms: 602680\n- text: Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n  start_ms: 602680\n  end_ms: 604080\n- text: Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n  start_ms: 604080\n  end_ms: 605300\n- text: Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n  start_ms: 605300\n  end_ms: 606730\n- text: Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n  start_ms: 606730\n  end_ms: 608070\n- text: In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n  start_ms: 608070\n  end_ms: 609560\n- text: Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n  start_ms: 609560\n  end_ms: 610860\n- text: I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n  start_ms: 610860\n  end_ms: 612110\n- text: I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n  start_ms: 612110\n  end_ms: 613740\n- text: If anybody thinking they ill as me\n  start_ms: 613740\n  end_ms: 615020\n- text: I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n  start_ms: 615020\n  end_ms: 616370\n- text: The pen in me is not no friend of me\n  start_ms: 616370\n  end_ms: 617310\n- text: But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n  start_ms: 617310\n  end_ms: 619060\n- text: Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n  start_ms: 619060\n  end_ms: 620690\n- text: I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n  start_ms: 620690\n  end_ms: 621930\n- text: Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n  start_ms: 621930\n  end_ms: 623390\n- text: Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n  start_ms: 623390\n  end_ms: 624650\n- text: Take a look around\n  start_ms: 624650\n  end_ms: 625360\n- text: I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n  start_ms: 625360\n  end_ms: 627210\n- text: First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n  start_ms: 627210\n  end_ms: 629690\n- text: Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n  start_ms: 629690\n  end_ms: 632670\n- text: Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n  start_ms: 632670\n  end_ms: 635090\n- text: But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n  start_ms: 635090\n  end_ms: 638020\n- text: '''Cause when they ain''t get picked'\n  start_ms: 638020\n  end_ms: 639000\n- text: They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n  start_ms: 639000\n  end_ms: 640720\n- text: I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n  start_ms: 640720\n  end_ms: 643890\n- text: They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n  start_ms: 643890\n  end_ms: 646460\n- text: But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n  start_ms: 646460\n  end_ms: 649120\n- text: Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n  start_ms: 649120\n  end_ms: 651730\n- text: With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n  start_ms: 651730\n  end_ms: 654160\n- text: From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n  start_ms: 654160\n  end_ms: 657000\n- text: '''Cause I''ll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper'\n  start_ms: 657000\n  end_ms: 659910\n- text: All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n  start_ms: 659910\n  end_ms: 662540\n- text: Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n  start_ms: 662540\n  end_ms: 665300\n- text: I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n  start_ms: 665300\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 670620\n- text: Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n  start_ms: 670620\n  end_ms: 673570\n- text: But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n  start_ms: 673570\n  end_ms: 676210\n- text: Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n  start_ms: 676210\n  end_ms: 679030\n- text: It's a hobby\n  start_ms: 679030\n  end_ms: 679520\n- text: Probably show up at your door and\n  start_ms: 679520\n  end_ms: 680930\n- text: Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n  start_ms: 680930\n  end_ms: 682810\n- text: Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n  start_ms: 682810\n  end_ms: 684040\n- text: Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n  start_ms: 684040\n  end_ms: 685580\n- text: Then they be acting so innocent in my\n  start_ms: 685580\n  end_ms: 686300\n- text: Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n  start_ms: 686300\n  end_ms: 688080\n- text: Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n  start_ms: 688080\n  end_ms: 689380\n- text: Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n  start_ms: 689380\n  end_ms: 690650\n- text: Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n  start_ms: 690650\n  end_ms: 692340\n- text: Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n  start_ms: 692340\n  end_ms: 693890\n- text: I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n  start_ms: 693890\n  end_ms: 695340\n- text: And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n  start_ms: 695340\n  end_ms: 696610\n- text: And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n  start_ms: 696610\n  end_ms: 698090\n- text: Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n  start_ms: 698090\n  end_ms: 700250\n- text: Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n  start_ms: 700250\n  end_ms: 701820\n- text: But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n  start_ms: 701820\n  end_ms: 703220\n- text: Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n  start_ms: 703220\n  end_ms: 705740\n- text: '''Fore I leave you with no life, and I don''t mean Shaq'\n  start_ms: 705740\n  end_ms: 708780\n- text: Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n  start_ms: 708780\n  end_ms: 711540\n- text: I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n  start_ms: 711540\n  end_ms: 714180\n- text: I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n  start_ms: 714180\n  end_ms: 716940\n- text: Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n  start_ms: 716940\n  end_ms: 719740\n- text: Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n  start_ms: 719740\n  end_ms: 722390\n- text: Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n  start_ms: 722390\n  end_ms: 724890\n- text: Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n  start_ms: 724890\n  end_ms: 727750\n- text: And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n  start_ms: 727750\n  end_ms: 730440\n- text: If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n  start_ms: 730440\n  end_ms: 733410\n- text: To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n  start_ms: 733410\n  end_ms: 736130\n- text: Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 736130\n  end_ms: 738760\n- text: Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n  start_ms: 738760\n  end_ms: 741450\n- text: I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n  start_ms: 741450\n  end_ms: 744150\n- text: Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n  start_ms: 744150\n  end_ms: 747100\n- text: So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n  start_ms: 747100\n  end_ms: 749660\n- text: Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n  start_ms: 749660\n  end_ms: 756400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 756400\nplain: |-\n  Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n  To the studio, straight from the crypt\n  Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\n  Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n\n  I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\n  Got bars like a gym, this light look close\n  I don't even break a sweat while squatting it\n  I took off just like a rocket ship-\n  This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\n  Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\n  Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n\n  My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\n  That's three times two\n  That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\n  Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\n  OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n\n  I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\n  Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\n  When they all thought I left\n  I was right in the heart of it\n  I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\n  Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\n  I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\n  I am ominous- if you think that I\n  Am a human, then show me the documents\n  If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\n  I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\n  I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\n  All the shit you do to repair what is\n  Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n\n  I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\n  He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\n  This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\n  And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n  I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n  I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n  I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n  My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n\n  Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n  Look, look, look\n\n  Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n  Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n  I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n  Kill you then bring your parents\n  Back together, like marriage split 'em\n  Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n  You cats more like kitty litter-\n\n  Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n  I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n  In order for you to beat me\n  Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n  And even then- look, look\n\n  I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n  Real as it gets, must be bananas\n  And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n  Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n  But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n  Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n  I heard you were special, like give him a note\n  Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n  Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n  They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n  Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n  Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n\n  Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n  I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n  I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n  I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n\n  Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n  I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n  Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n  But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n  They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n\n  Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n  I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n  I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n\n  I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n  Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n  Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n  Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n\n  Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n  Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n  Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n  I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n  Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n  Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n\n  Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n  And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n  I don't even got a big boy job\n  But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n  I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n  Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n  I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n  Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n\n  I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n  Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n  It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n  Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n\n  Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n  I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n  My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n  If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n\n  Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n  On mothers\n\n  Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n  But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n  You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n  How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n\n  I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n  Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n  It'd take two hours to dig it out\n  I got your chick cumming so long\n  She still squirting while I kick her out\n\n  It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n  At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n  DC-born, and PG-raised\n  I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n  I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n  You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n  I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n  'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n\n  Yeah\n  You already know what it is\n  I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n\n  I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n  Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n  It's psychological to have these minor goals\n  Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n\n  That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n  And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n  Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n  One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n\n  YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n  Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n  Been in the field, so\n  They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n  Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n\n  Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n  Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n  Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n  No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n\n  Look\n  The name is Carly X, by the way\n  Hah, look\n\n  I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n  Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n  Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n  You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n\n  Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n  If you love your kid\n  Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n  If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n  Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n\n  Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n  Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n  Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n  Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n  Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n\n  I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n  Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n  Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n  I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n\n  Yo\n\n  My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n  Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n  I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n  Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n\n  I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n  I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n  I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n  I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n\n  Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n  Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n  But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n  A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n\n  Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n  That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n  I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n  Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n\n  This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n  Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n\n  I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n  That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n  As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n  Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n\n  Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n  And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n  Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n  We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n  Week, make 'em want to still believe\n  That we all will achieve through our\n  Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n  On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n  Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n  Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n  Even still I'm really young, but\n  Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n\n  Like here's my goatee\n  Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n  You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n  Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n  Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n  The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n  And I'm armed with a gat,\n  Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n  They sigh for your cypher,\n  My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n\n  Skoodwidit!\n\n  Uh, now they know that we planning\n  Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n  Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n  It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n  Nevertheless\n  Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n  Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n  I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n  Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n  The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n\n  They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n  I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n  One click got 'em sick\n  Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n  Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n  When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n  My saliva is similar to molten lava\n  Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n\n  Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n  Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n  .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n  When Crypt had sent the beat\n  I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n  Kufis!\n\n  Sheesh!\n  Yo\n\n  Lemme start it off- if you\n  Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n  These rappers talking hard, but\n  They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n  Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n  I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n\n  Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n  Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n  I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n  I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n\n  I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n  My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n  I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n  So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n  My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n\n  Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n  I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n  Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n  Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n  I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n\n  Sheesh!\n\n  I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n  Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n  Nobody dope with the pen like me\n  Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n  Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n  Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n  Who's next? Want beef?\n  Get addressed by me\n\n  Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n  You can S my D tryna flex like me\n  With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n  Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n  Y'all slept on me\n\n  So I felt like we should finish\n  What we started till you rest in peace\n  It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n  Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n  Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n  Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n  Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n  Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n  In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n  Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n\n  I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n  I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n  If anybody thinking they ill as me\n  I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n  The pen in me is not no friend of me\n  But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n  Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n  I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n\n  Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n  Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n  Take a look around\n  I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n\n  First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n  Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n  Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n  But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n  'Cause when they ain't get picked\n  They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n  I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n  They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n  But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n\n  Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n  With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n  From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n  'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n\n  All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n  Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n  I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n  I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n\n  Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n  But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n  Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n  It's a hobby\n  Probably show up at your door and\n  Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n\n  Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n  Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n  Then they be acting so innocent in my\n  Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n  Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n  Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n  Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n\n  Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n  I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n  And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n  And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n  Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n  Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n  But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n  Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n  'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n\n  Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n  I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n  I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n  Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n\n  Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n  Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n  Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n  And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n\n  If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n  To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n  Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n  Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n\n  I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n  Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n  So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n  Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n"},{"id":32130881,"name":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3","trackName":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3","artistName":"Crypt feat. Dax, Merkules, Futuristic, Ekoh, NoLifeShaq, 100Kufis, Samad Savage, Carly X, Ashtin Larold, Crank Lucas, Dilema, Feral the Earthworm & King Blitz","albumName":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3","duration":761.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\nTo the studio, straight from the crypt\nLocked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\nCan get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n\nI'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\nGot bars like a gym, this light look close\nI don't even break a sweat while squatting it\nI took off just like a rocket ship-\nThis beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\nCosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\nRap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n\nMy rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\nThat's three times two\nThat's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\nShoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\nOG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n\nI can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\nLike I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\nWhen they all thought I left\nI was right in the heart of it\nI can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\nScientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\nI don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\nI am ominous- if you think that I\nAm a human, then show me the documents\nIf you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\nI don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\nI don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\nAll the shit you do to repair what is\nWeighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n\nI don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\nHe made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\nThis rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\nAnd now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\nI tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\nI'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\nI can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\nMy work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n\nStay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\nLook, look, look\n\nAnybody wanna try me, I dare it\nTryna get a sample? Let's clear it\nI whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\nKill you then bring your parents\nBack together, like marriage split 'em\nFlowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\nYou cats more like kitty litter-\n\nKnow that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\nI'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\nIn order for you to beat me\nLiterally have to provide me the instrumental\nAnd even then- look, look\n\nI'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\nReal as it gets, must be bananas\nAnd don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\nHearing them talking like they want the smoke\nBut, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\nOh, you a comedian? Might need a special\nI heard you were special, like give him a note\nCausing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\nSmoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\nThey panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\nReally don't bother me, fuck your apologies\nFollow me, follow me, follow me, King\n\nHeyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\nI been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\nI'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\nI could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n\nDon't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\nI took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\nThen people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\nBut, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\nThey say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n\nJust 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\nI'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\nI'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n\nI'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\nPowerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\nBeen here since day one, you are not on my level\nSome things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n\nYeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\nOnto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\nStarted acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\nI'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\nFuck rap, when I'm on tour\nWell then I'm holding up convenience stores\n\nLet 'em know that I kill it with the flow\nAnd the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\nI don't even got a big boy job\nBut I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\nI know don't nobody wanna say shit\nDownload skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\nI been doing work, never getting a vacation\nBack on the grind, every time it's amazing\n\nI just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\nMusic so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\nIt's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\nThink you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n\nYeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\nI'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\nMy mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\nIf I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n\nCrank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\nOn mothers\n\nMonotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\nBut, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\nYou ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\nHow you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n\nI got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\nGot a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\nIt'd take two hours to dig it out\nI got your chick cumming so long\nShe still squirting while I kick her out\n\nIt's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\nAt this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\nDC-born, and PG-raised\nI'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\nI'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\nYou the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\nI'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n\nYeah\nYou already know what it is\nI break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n\nI go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\nMusic stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\nIt's psychological to have these minor goals\nDig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n\nThat green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\nAnd the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\nYo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\nOne call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n\nYouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\nLet it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\nBeen in the field, so\nThey sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\nStill with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n\nWords nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\nUppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\nShoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\nNo jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n\nLook\nThe name is Carly X, by the way\nHah, look\n\nI think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\nCrypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\nCame to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\nYou weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n\nWelcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\nIf you love your kid\nDon't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\nIf they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\nTrust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n\nHuh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\nLet me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\nY'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\nThen I turn 'em purple and blue\nJust like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n\nI'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\nFlow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\nTop five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\nI ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n\nYo\n\nMy goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\nDon't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\nI'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\nMake music every day, get to chill with my family\n\nI'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\nI live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\nI don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\nI've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n\nYet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\nAlways on the stage like some overconfident musician\nBut, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\nA yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n\nAbstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\nThat I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\nI'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\nBecause I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n\nThis is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\nCrypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n\nI'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\nThat they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\nAs they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\nUnstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n\nEmcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\nAnd do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\nImitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\nWe spill a soliloquy as we heel the\nWeek, make 'em want to still believe\nThat we all will achieve through our\nSkills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\nOn the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\nSpeak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\nOf the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\nEven still I'm really young, but\nGot no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n\nLike here's my goatee\nOnly right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\nYou could find me in the cut on the East side in a\nMean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\nOf the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\nThe form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\nAnd I'm armed with a gat,\nGet along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\nThey sigh for your cypher,\nMy side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n\nSkoodwidit!\n\nUh, now they know that we planning\nSomething, the planet is hitting the panic button\nTry calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\nIt's nothing to make you fold under pressure\nNevertheless\nSomething special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\nLecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\nI lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\nUse the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\nThe beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n\nThey know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\nI rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\nOne click got 'em sick\nLike Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\nGet shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\nWhen I ride through your block in a shopping cart\nMy saliva is similar to molten lava\nY'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n\nWanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\nOf course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n.40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\nWhen Crypt had sent the beat\nI know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\nKufis!\n\nSheesh!\nYo\n\nLemme start it off- if you\nRecreating troops, then you should call 'em off\nThese rappers talking hard, but\nThey sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\nSick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\nI'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n\nNever need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\nEvery time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\nI puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\nI cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n\nI'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\nMy lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\nI got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\nSo, when you ask me what I'm doing\nMy response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n\nPunchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\nI'm talking 'bout the ones if they\nHit you, they would'a broke your jaw\nBack to the rap shit, I needed a break\nI see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n\nSheesh!\n\nI was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\nNow, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\nNobody dope with the pen like me\nLeave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\nGotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\nLike fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\nWho's next? Want beef?\nGet addressed by me\n\nFuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\nYou can S my D tryna flex like me\nWith these kinda bars, we expect ID's\nTry to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\nY'all slept on me\n\nSo I felt like we should finish\nWhat we started till you rest in peace\nIt's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\nGet the chills when I kill all these children for fun\nEvery lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\nEverybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\nOh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\nGot a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\nIn the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\nHad to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n\nI'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\nI'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\nIf anybody thinking they ill as me\nI'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\nThe pen in me is not no friend of me\nBut eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\nY'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\nI hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n\nAin't nobody fucking with the kid right\nNow, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\nTake a look around\nI'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n\nFirst off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\nCypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\nCypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\nBut, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n'Cause when they ain't get picked\nThey start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\nI got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\nThey only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\nBut when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n\nDamn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\nWith all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\nFrom here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n\nAll you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\nHeart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\nI'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\nI'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n\nThen, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\nBut this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\nOh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\nIt's a hobby\nProbably show up at your door and\nGet to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n\nEverybody wanna try to be subtle when\nDissing until they get caught-caught-caught\nThen they be acting so innocent in my\nVicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\nThen the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\nDon't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\nThen I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n\nThen I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\nI know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\nAnd anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\nAnd I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\nCheck the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\nBitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\nBut you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\nTake this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n\nLook, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\nI got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\nI got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\nNow, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n\nFinish dat man, finish dat on the beat\nCrypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\nShaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\nAnd I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n\nIf we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\nTo ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\nConcealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\nDon't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n\nI'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\nSlow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\nSo, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\nOr I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.25] Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n[00:13.34] To the studio, straight from the crypt\n[00:15.48] Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\n[00:18.65] Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n[00:21.39] I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\n[00:23.82] Got bars like a gym, this light look close\n[00:25.68] I don't even break a sweat while squatting it\n[00:26.93] I took off just like a rocket ship-\n[00:28.18] This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\n[00:29.45] Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\n[00:31.33] Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n[00:33.07] My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\n[00:35.77] That's three times two\n[00:36.45] That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\n[00:38.47] Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\n[00:41.26] OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n[00:43.95] I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\n[00:45.16] Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\n[00:46.22] When they all thought I left\n[00:47.19] I was right in the heart of it\n[00:47.73] I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\n[00:49.75] Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\n[00:51.04] I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\n[00:52.48] I am ominous- if you think that I\n[00:53.23] Am a human, then show me the documents\n[00:54.42] If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\n[00:55.64] I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\n[00:56.90] I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\n[00:58.28] All the shit you do to repair what is\n[00:59.67] Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n[00:59.92] I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\n[01:02.33] He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\n[01:05.02] This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\n[01:07.82] And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n[01:10.59] I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n[01:13.21] I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n[01:15.93] I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n[01:18.67] My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n[01:22.45] Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n[01:24.72] Look, look, look\n[01:26.82] Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n[01:28.38] Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n[01:29.59] I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n[01:32.00] Kill you then bring your parents\n[01:33.13] Back together, like marriage split 'em\n[01:34.76] Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n[01:37.36] You cats more like kitty litter-\n[01:38.89] Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n[01:40.92] I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n[01:43.68] In order for you to beat me\n[01:44.88] Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n[01:47.16] And even then- look, look\n[01:48.63] I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n[01:51.23] Real as it gets, must be bananas\n[01:52.64] And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n[01:54.17] Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n[01:55.45] But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n[01:56.89] Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n[01:58.18] I heard you were special, like give him a note\n[01:59.53] Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n[02:02.46] Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n[02:05.40] They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n[02:08.07] Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n[02:09.38] Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n[02:10.82] \n[02:15.81] Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n[02:18.77] I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n[02:21.40] I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n[02:24.35] I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n[02:26.94] Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n[02:29.55] I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n[02:32.27] Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n[02:34.97] But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n[02:37.64] They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n[02:40.37] Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n[02:43.17] I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n[02:45.98] I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n[02:48.63] I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n[02:51.73] Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n[02:54.28] Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n[02:56.76] Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n[03:04.42] Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n[03:06.47] Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n[03:08.32] Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n[03:10.96] I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n[03:13.60] Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n[03:14.97] Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n[03:16.63] Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n[03:17.76] And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n[03:19.06] I don't even got a big boy job\n[03:20.31] But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n[03:21.89] I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n[03:23.23] Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n[03:24.72] I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n[03:25.87] Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n[03:27.62] I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n[03:30.13] Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n[03:32.84] It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n[03:35.53] Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n[03:38.69] Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n[03:40.89] I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n[03:43.79] My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n[03:46.36] If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n[03:49.26] Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n[03:52.73] On mothers\n[03:54.74] Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n[03:57.34] But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n[04:00.02] You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n[04:02.97] How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n[04:05.68] I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n[04:08.00] Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n[04:10.74] It'd take two hours to dig it out\n[04:12.80] I got your chick cumming so long\n[04:14.67] She still squirting while I kick her out\n[04:16.56] It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n[04:19.07] At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n[04:21.77] DC-born, and PG-raised\n[04:24.23] I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n[04:26.90] I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n[04:29.73] You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n[04:32.50] I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n[04:35.22] 'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n[04:38.13] Yeah\n[04:38.84] You already know what it is\n[04:40.04] I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n[04:43.21] I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n[04:46.26] Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n[04:48.98] It's psychological to have these minor goals\n[04:51.46] Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n[04:54.19] That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n[04:57.17] And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n[04:59.85] Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n[05:02.28] One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n[05:05.25] YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n[05:07.72] Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n[05:10.42] Been in the field, so\n[05:11.38] They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n[05:13.67] Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n[05:16.34] Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n[05:18.86] Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n[05:21.76] Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n[05:24.55] No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n[05:27.00] Look\n[05:28.66] The name is Carly X, by the way\n[05:30.81] Hah, look\n[05:33.07] I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n[05:35.53] Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n[05:38.28] Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n[05:40.81] You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n[05:43.64] Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n[05:46.32] If you love your kid\n[05:47.41] Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n[05:49.26] If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n[05:51.96] Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n[05:54.75] Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n[05:56.91] Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n[05:59.77] Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n[06:02.32] Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n[06:03.79] Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n[06:05.63] I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n[06:08.22] Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n[06:10.87] Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n[06:13.69] I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n[06:17.50] Yo\n[06:21.81] My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n[06:24.22] Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n[06:27.22] I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n[06:30.00] Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n[06:32.59] I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n[06:35.36] I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n[06:38.36] I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n[06:40.84] I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n[06:43.51] Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n[06:46.27] Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n[06:49.01] But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n[06:51.92] A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n[06:54.74] Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n[06:57.14] That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n[06:59.81] I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n[07:02.45] Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n[07:06.58] This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n[07:08.43] Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n[07:10.56] I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n[07:13.25] That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n[07:16.09] As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n[07:18.72] Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n[07:21.66] Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n[07:22.97] And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n[07:24.45] Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n[07:27.26] We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n[07:28.70] Week, make 'em want to still believe\n[07:30.27] That we all will achieve through our\n[07:31.43] Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n[07:32.60] On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n[07:34.37] Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n[07:36.15] Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n[07:37.72] Even still I'm really young, but\n[07:38.30] Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n[07:40.55] Like here's my goatee\n[07:41.61] Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n[07:43.17] You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n[07:44.41] Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n[07:46.26] Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n[07:47.88] The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n[07:49.29] And I'm armed with a gat,\n[07:50.37] Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n[07:52.10] They sigh for your cypher,\n[07:52.83] My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n[07:55.41] Skoodwidit!\n[07:58.41] Uh, now they know that we planning\n[08:00.38] Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n[08:02.20] Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n[08:05.25] It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n[08:07.25] Nevertheless\n[08:07.95] Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n[08:10.85] Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n[08:13.38] I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n[08:16.12] Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n[08:18.72] The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n[08:21.83] They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n[08:23.38] I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n[08:24.63] One click got 'em sick\n[08:25.00] Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n[08:26.42] Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n[08:28.13] When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n[08:29.68] My saliva is similar to molten lava\n[08:30.97] Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n[08:32.25] Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n[08:34.79] Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n[08:37.44] .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n[08:40.17] When Crypt had sent the beat\n[08:41.26] I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n[08:43.35] Kufis!\n[08:46.03] Sheesh!\n[08:48.06] Yo\n[08:48.75] Lemme start it off- if you\n[08:50.20] Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n[08:51.76] These rappers talking hard, but\n[08:53.08] They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n[08:54.61] Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n[08:57.38] I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n[09:00.05] Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n[09:02.61] Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n[09:05.54] I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n[09:08.11] I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n[09:10.77] I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n[09:13.89] My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n[09:16.49] I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n[09:19.29] So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n[09:20.53] My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n[09:22.43] Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n[09:24.58] I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n[09:25.95] Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n[09:27.24] Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n[09:29.60] I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n[09:34.99] Sheesh!\n[09:37.82] I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n[09:40.89] Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n[09:43.55] Nobody dope with the pen like me\n[09:45.02] Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n[09:46.21] Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n[09:47.62] Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n[09:48.99] Who's next? Want beef?\n[09:49.57] Get addressed by me\n[09:50.65] Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n[09:51.84] You can S my D tryna flex like me\n[09:53.01] With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n[09:54.55] Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n[09:57.00] Y'all slept on me\n[09:58.08] So I felt like we should finish\n[09:58.96] What we started till you rest in peace\n[09:59.98] It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n[10:01.34] Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n[10:02.68] Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n[10:04.02] Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n[10:05.35] Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n[10:06.76] Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n[10:08.01] In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n[10:09.55] Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n[10:10.85] I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n[10:12.13] I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n[10:13.78] If anybody thinking they ill as me\n[10:15.04] I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n[10:16.39] The pen in me is not no friend of me\n[10:17.32] But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n[10:19.05] Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n[10:20.69] I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n[10:21.95] Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n[10:23.33] Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n[10:24.63] Take a look around\n[10:25.38] I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n[10:27.25] First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n[10:29.66] Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n[10:32.67] Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n[10:35.02] But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n[10:38.02] 'Cause when they ain't get picked\n[10:39.01] They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n[10:40.74] I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n[10:43.86] They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n[10:46.42] But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n[10:49.12] Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n[10:51.73] With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n[10:54.12] From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n[10:57.07] 'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n[10:59.92] All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n[11:02.53] Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n[11:05.33] I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n[11:08.08] I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n[11:10.65] Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n[11:13.59] But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n[11:16.24] Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n[11:19.09] It's a hobby\n[11:19.57] Probably show up at your door and\n[11:20.98] Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n[11:22.88] Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n[11:24.00] Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n[11:25.53] Then they be acting so innocent in my\n[11:26.37] Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n[11:28.06] Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n[11:29.36] Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n[11:30.61] Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n[11:32.34] Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n[11:33.82] I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n[11:35.37] And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n[11:36.61] And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n[11:38.05] Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n[11:40.28] Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n[11:41.83] But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n[11:43.29] Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n[11:45.75] 'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n[11:48.76] Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n[11:51.51] I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n[11:54.18] I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n[11:56.97] Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n[11:59.79] Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n[12:02.31] Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n[12:04.80] Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n[12:07.72] And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n[12:10.49] If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n[12:13.46] To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n[12:16.12] Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n[12:18.73] Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n[12:21.45] I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n[12:24.10] Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n[12:27.11] So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n[12:29.64] Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n[12:36.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3\n  artist: Crypt feat. 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Let's clear it\n  start_ms: 88380\n  end_ms: 89590\n- text: I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n  start_ms: 89590\n  end_ms: 92000\n- text: Kill you then bring your parents\n  start_ms: 92000\n  end_ms: 93130\n- text: Back together, like marriage split 'em\n  start_ms: 93130\n  end_ms: 94760\n- text: Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n  start_ms: 94760\n  end_ms: 97360\n- text: You cats more like kitty litter-\n  start_ms: 97360\n  end_ms: 98890\n- text: Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n  start_ms: 98890\n  end_ms: 100920\n- text: I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n  start_ms: 100920\n  end_ms: 103680\n- text: In order for you to beat me\n  start_ms: 103680\n  end_ms: 104880\n- text: Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n  start_ms: 104880\n  end_ms: 107160\n- text: And even then- look, look\n  start_ms: 107160\n  end_ms: 108630\n- text: I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n  start_ms: 108630\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: Real as it gets, must be bananas\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 112640\n- text: And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n  start_ms: 112640\n  end_ms: 114170\n- text: Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n  start_ms: 114170\n  end_ms: 115450\n- text: But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n  start_ms: 115450\n  end_ms: 116890\n- text: Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n  start_ms: 116890\n  end_ms: 118180\n- text: I heard you were special, like give him a note\n  start_ms: 118180\n  end_ms: 119530\n- text: Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n  start_ms: 119530\n  end_ms: 122460\n- text: Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n  start_ms: 122460\n  end_ms: 125400\n- text: They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n  start_ms: 125400\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129380\n- text: Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n  start_ms: 129380\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 135810\n- text: Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n  start_ms: 135810\n  end_ms: 138770\n- text: I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n  start_ms: 138770\n  end_ms: 141400\n- text: I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n  start_ms: 141400\n  end_ms: 144350\n- text: I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n  start_ms: 144350\n  end_ms: 146940\n- text: Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n  start_ms: 146940\n  end_ms: 149550\n- text: I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n  start_ms: 149550\n  end_ms: 152270\n- text: Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n  start_ms: 152270\n  end_ms: 154970\n- text: But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n  start_ms: 154970\n  end_ms: 157640\n- text: They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n  start_ms: 157640\n  end_ms: 160370\n- text: Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n  start_ms: 160370\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 165980\n- text: I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n  start_ms: 165980\n  end_ms: 168630\n- text: I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n  start_ms: 168630\n  end_ms: 171730\n- text: Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n  start_ms: 171730\n  end_ms: 174280\n- text: Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n  start_ms: 174280\n  end_ms: 176760\n- text: Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n  start_ms: 176760\n  end_ms: 184420\n- text: Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n  start_ms: 184420\n  end_ms: 186470\n- text: Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n  start_ms: 186470\n  end_ms: 188320\n- text: Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n  start_ms: 188320\n  end_ms: 190960\n- text: I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n  start_ms: 190960\n  end_ms: 193600\n- text: Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n  start_ms: 193600\n  end_ms: 194970\n- text: Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n  start_ms: 194970\n  end_ms: 196630\n- text: Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n  start_ms: 196630\n  end_ms: 197760\n- text: And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n  start_ms: 197760\n  end_ms: 199060\n- text: I don't even got a big boy job\n  start_ms: 199060\n  end_ms: 200310\n- text: But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n  start_ms: 200310\n  end_ms: 201890\n- text: I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n  start_ms: 201890\n  end_ms: 203230\n- text: Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n  start_ms: 203230\n  end_ms: 204720\n- text: I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n  start_ms: 204720\n  end_ms: 205870\n- text: Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n  start_ms: 205870\n  end_ms: 207620\n- text: I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n  start_ms: 207620\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 212840\n- text: It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n  start_ms: 212840\n  end_ms: 215530\n- text: Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n  start_ms: 215530\n  end_ms: 218690\n- text: Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n  start_ms: 218690\n  end_ms: 220890\n- text: I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n  start_ms: 220890\n  end_ms: 223790\n- text: My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n  start_ms: 223790\n  end_ms: 226360\n- text: If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n  start_ms: 226360\n  end_ms: 229260\n- text: Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n  start_ms: 229260\n  end_ms: 232730\n- text: On mothers\n  start_ms: 232730\n  end_ms: 234740\n- text: Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n  start_ms: 234740\n  end_ms: 237340\n- text: But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n  start_ms: 237340\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242970\n- text: How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n  start_ms: 242970\n  end_ms: 245680\n- text: I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n  start_ms: 245680\n  end_ms: 248000\n- text: Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n  start_ms: 248000\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: It'd take two hours to dig it out\n  start_ms: 250740\n  end_ms: 252800\n- text: I got your chick cumming so long\n  start_ms: 252800\n  end_ms: 254670\n- text: She still squirting while I kick her out\n  start_ms: 254670\n  end_ms: 256560\n- text: It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n  start_ms: 256560\n  end_ms: 259070\n- text: At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n  start_ms: 259070\n  end_ms: 261770\n- text: DC-born, and PG-raised\n  start_ms: 261770\n  end_ms: 264230\n- text: I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n  start_ms: 264230\n  end_ms: 266900\n- text: I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n  start_ms: 266900\n  end_ms: 269730\n- text: You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n  start_ms: 269730\n  end_ms: 272500\n- text: I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n  start_ms: 272500\n  end_ms: 275220\n- text: '''Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas'\n  start_ms: 275220\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 278840\n- text: You already know what it is\n  start_ms: 278840\n  end_ms: 280040\n- text: I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n  start_ms: 280040\n  end_ms: 283210\n- text: I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n  start_ms: 283210\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 288980\n- text: It's psychological to have these minor goals\n  start_ms: 288980\n  end_ms: 291460\n- text: Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n  start_ms: 291460\n  end_ms: 294190\n- text: That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n  start_ms: 294190\n  end_ms: 297170\n- text: And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n  start_ms: 297170\n  end_ms: 299850\n- text: Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n  start_ms: 299850\n  end_ms: 302280\n- text: One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n  start_ms: 302280\n  end_ms: 305250\n- text: YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n  start_ms: 305250\n  end_ms: 307720\n- text: Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n  start_ms: 307720\n  end_ms: 310420\n- text: Been in the field, so\n  start_ms: 310420\n  end_ms: 311380\n- text: They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n  start_ms: 311380\n  end_ms: 313670\n- text: Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n  start_ms: 313670\n  end_ms: 316340\n- text: Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n  start_ms: 316340\n  end_ms: 318860\n- text: Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n  start_ms: 318860\n  end_ms: 321760\n- text: Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n  start_ms: 321760\n  end_ms: 324550\n- text: No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n  start_ms: 324550\n  end_ms: 327000\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 327000\n  end_ms: 328660\n- text: The name is Carly X, by the way\n  start_ms: 328660\n  end_ms: 330810\n- text: Hah, look\n  start_ms: 330810\n  end_ms: 333070\n- text: I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n  start_ms: 333070\n  end_ms: 335530\n- text: Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n  start_ms: 335530\n  end_ms: 338280\n- text: Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n  start_ms: 338280\n  end_ms: 340810\n- text: You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n  start_ms: 340810\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 346320\n- text: If you love your kid\n  start_ms: 346320\n  end_ms: 347410\n- text: Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n  start_ms: 347410\n  end_ms: 349260\n- text: If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n  start_ms: 349260\n  end_ms: 351960\n- text: Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n  start_ms: 351960\n  end_ms: 354750\n- text: Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n  start_ms: 354750\n  end_ms: 356910\n- text: Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n  start_ms: 356910\n  end_ms: 359770\n- text: Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n  start_ms: 359770\n  end_ms: 362320\n- text: Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n  start_ms: 362320\n  end_ms: 363790\n- text: Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n  start_ms: 363790\n  end_ms: 365630\n- text: I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n  start_ms: 365630\n  end_ms: 368220\n- text: Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n  start_ms: 368220\n  end_ms: 370870\n- text: Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n  start_ms: 370870\n  end_ms: 373690\n- text: I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n  start_ms: 373690\n  end_ms: 377500\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 377500\n  end_ms: 381810\n- text: My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n  start_ms: 381810\n  end_ms: 384220\n- text: Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n  start_ms: 384220\n  end_ms: 387220\n- text: I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n  start_ms: 387220\n  end_ms: 390000\n- text: Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n  start_ms: 390000\n  end_ms: 392590\n- text: I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n  start_ms: 392590\n  end_ms: 395360\n- text: I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n  start_ms: 395360\n  end_ms: 398360\n- text: I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n  start_ms: 398360\n  end_ms: 400840\n- text: I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n  start_ms: 400840\n  end_ms: 403510\n- text: Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n  start_ms: 403510\n  end_ms: 406270\n- text: Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n  start_ms: 406270\n  end_ms: 409010\n- text: But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n  start_ms: 409010\n  end_ms: 411920\n- text: A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n  start_ms: 411920\n  end_ms: 414740\n- text: Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n  start_ms: 414740\n  end_ms: 417140\n- text: That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n  start_ms: 417140\n  end_ms: 419810\n- text: I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n  start_ms: 419810\n  end_ms: 422450\n- text: Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n  start_ms: 422450\n  end_ms: 426580\n- text: This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n  start_ms: 426580\n  end_ms: 428430\n- text: Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n  start_ms: 428430\n  end_ms: 430560\n- text: I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n  start_ms: 430560\n  end_ms: 433250\n- text: That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n  start_ms: 433250\n  end_ms: 436090\n- text: As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n  start_ms: 436090\n  end_ms: 438720\n- text: Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n  start_ms: 438720\n  end_ms: 441660\n- text: Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n  start_ms: 441660\n  end_ms: 442970\n- text: And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n  start_ms: 442970\n  end_ms: 444450\n- text: Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n  start_ms: 444450\n  end_ms: 447260\n- text: We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n  start_ms: 447260\n  end_ms: 448700\n- text: Week, make 'em want to still believe\n  start_ms: 448700\n  end_ms: 450270\n- text: That we all will achieve through our\n  start_ms: 450270\n  end_ms: 451430\n- text: Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n  start_ms: 451430\n  end_ms: 452600\n- text: On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n  start_ms: 452600\n  end_ms: 454370\n- text: Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n  start_ms: 454370\n  end_ms: 456150\n- text: Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n  start_ms: 456150\n  end_ms: 457720\n- text: Even still I'm really young, but\n  start_ms: 457720\n  end_ms: 458300\n- text: Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n  start_ms: 458300\n  end_ms: 460550\n- text: Like here's my goatee\n  start_ms: 460550\n  end_ms: 461610\n- text: Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n  start_ms: 461610\n  end_ms: 463170\n- text: You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n  start_ms: 463170\n  end_ms: 464410\n- text: Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n  start_ms: 464410\n  end_ms: 466260\n- text: Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n  start_ms: 466260\n  end_ms: 467880\n- text: The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n  start_ms: 467880\n  end_ms: 469290\n- text: And I'm armed with a gat,\n  start_ms: 469290\n  end_ms: 470370\n- text: Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n  start_ms: 470370\n  end_ms: 472100\n- text: They sigh for your cypher,\n  start_ms: 472100\n  end_ms: 472830\n- text: My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n  start_ms: 472830\n  end_ms: 475410\n- text: Skoodwidit!\n  start_ms: 475410\n  end_ms: 478410\n- text: Uh, now they know that we planning\n  start_ms: 478410\n  end_ms: 480380\n- text: Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n  start_ms: 480380\n  end_ms: 482200\n- text: Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n  start_ms: 482200\n  end_ms: 485250\n- text: It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n  start_ms: 485250\n  end_ms: 487250\n- text: Nevertheless\n  start_ms: 487250\n  end_ms: 487950\n- text: Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n  start_ms: 487950\n  end_ms: 490850\n- text: Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n  start_ms: 490850\n  end_ms: 493380\n- text: I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n  start_ms: 493380\n  end_ms: 496120\n- text: Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n  start_ms: 496120\n  end_ms: 498720\n- text: The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n  start_ms: 498720\n  end_ms: 501830\n- text: They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n  start_ms: 501830\n  end_ms: 503380\n- text: I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n  start_ms: 503380\n  end_ms: 504630\n- text: One click got 'em sick\n  start_ms: 504630\n  end_ms: 505000\n- text: Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n  start_ms: 505000\n  end_ms: 506420\n- text: Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n  start_ms: 506420\n  end_ms: 508130\n- text: When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n  start_ms: 508130\n  end_ms: 509680\n- text: My saliva is similar to molten lava\n  start_ms: 509680\n  end_ms: 510970\n- text: Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n  start_ms: 510970\n  end_ms: 512250\n- text: Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n  start_ms: 512250\n  end_ms: 514790\n- text: Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n  start_ms: 514790\n  end_ms: 517440\n- text: .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n  start_ms: 517440\n  end_ms: 520170\n- text: When Crypt had sent the beat\n  start_ms: 520170\n  end_ms: 521260\n- text: I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n  start_ms: 521260\n  end_ms: 523350\n- text: Kufis!\n  start_ms: 523350\n  end_ms: 526030\n- text: Sheesh!\n  start_ms: 526030\n  end_ms: 528060\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 528060\n  end_ms: 528750\n- text: Lemme start it off- if you\n  start_ms: 528750\n  end_ms: 530200\n- text: Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n  start_ms: 530200\n  end_ms: 531760\n- text: These rappers talking hard, but\n  start_ms: 531760\n  end_ms: 533080\n- text: They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n  start_ms: 533080\n  end_ms: 534610\n- text: Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n  start_ms: 534610\n  end_ms: 537380\n- text: I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n  start_ms: 537380\n  end_ms: 540050\n- text: Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n  start_ms: 540050\n  end_ms: 542610\n- text: Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n  start_ms: 542610\n  end_ms: 545540\n- text: I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n  start_ms: 545540\n  end_ms: 548110\n- text: I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n  start_ms: 548110\n  end_ms: 550770\n- text: I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n  start_ms: 550770\n  end_ms: 553890\n- text: My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n  start_ms: 553890\n  end_ms: 556490\n- text: I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n  start_ms: 556490\n  end_ms: 559290\n- text: So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n  start_ms: 559290\n  end_ms: 560530\n- text: My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n  start_ms: 560530\n  end_ms: 562430\n- text: Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n  start_ms: 562430\n  end_ms: 564580\n- text: I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n  start_ms: 564580\n  end_ms: 565950\n- text: Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n  start_ms: 565950\n  end_ms: 567240\n- text: Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n  start_ms: 567240\n  end_ms: 569600\n- text: I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n  start_ms: 569600\n  end_ms: 574990\n- text: Sheesh!\n  start_ms: 574990\n  end_ms: 577820\n- text: I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n  start_ms: 577820\n  end_ms: 580890\n- text: Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n  start_ms: 580890\n  end_ms: 583550\n- text: Nobody dope with the pen like me\n  start_ms: 583550\n  end_ms: 585020\n- text: Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n  start_ms: 585020\n  end_ms: 586210\n- text: Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n  start_ms: 586210\n  end_ms: 587620\n- text: Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n  start_ms: 587620\n  end_ms: 588990\n- text: Who's next? Want beef?\n  start_ms: 588990\n  end_ms: 589570\n- text: Get addressed by me\n  start_ms: 589570\n  end_ms: 590650\n- text: Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n  start_ms: 590650\n  end_ms: 591840\n- text: You can S my D tryna flex like me\n  start_ms: 591840\n  end_ms: 593010\n- text: With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n  start_ms: 593010\n  end_ms: 594550\n- text: Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n  start_ms: 594550\n  end_ms: 597000\n- text: Y'all slept on me\n  start_ms: 597000\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: So I felt like we should finish\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 598960\n- text: What we started till you rest in peace\n  start_ms: 598960\n  end_ms: 599980\n- text: It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n  start_ms: 599980\n  end_ms: 601340\n- text: Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n  start_ms: 601340\n  end_ms: 602680\n- text: Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n  start_ms: 602680\n  end_ms: 604020\n- text: Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n  start_ms: 604020\n  end_ms: 605350\n- text: Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n  start_ms: 605350\n  end_ms: 606760\n- text: Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n  start_ms: 606760\n  end_ms: 608010\n- text: In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n  start_ms: 608010\n  end_ms: 609550\n- text: Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n  start_ms: 609550\n  end_ms: 610850\n- text: I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n  start_ms: 610850\n  end_ms: 612130\n- text: I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n  start_ms: 612130\n  end_ms: 613780\n- text: If anybody thinking they ill as me\n  start_ms: 613780\n  end_ms: 615040\n- text: I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n  start_ms: 615040\n  end_ms: 616390\n- text: The pen in me is not no friend of me\n  start_ms: 616390\n  end_ms: 617320\n- text: But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n  start_ms: 617320\n  end_ms: 619050\n- text: Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n  start_ms: 619050\n  end_ms: 620690\n- text: I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n  start_ms: 620690\n  end_ms: 621950\n- text: Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n  start_ms: 621950\n  end_ms: 623330\n- text: Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n  start_ms: 623330\n  end_ms: 624630\n- text: Take a look around\n  start_ms: 624630\n  end_ms: 625380\n- text: I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n  start_ms: 625380\n  end_ms: 627250\n- text: First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n  start_ms: 627250\n  end_ms: 629660\n- text: Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n  start_ms: 629660\n  end_ms: 632670\n- text: Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n  start_ms: 632670\n  end_ms: 635020\n- text: But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n  start_ms: 635020\n  end_ms: 638020\n- text: '''Cause when they ain''t get picked'\n  start_ms: 638020\n  end_ms: 639010\n- text: They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n  start_ms: 639010\n  end_ms: 640740\n- text: I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n  start_ms: 640740\n  end_ms: 643860\n- text: They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n  start_ms: 643860\n  end_ms: 646420\n- text: But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n  start_ms: 646420\n  end_ms: 649120\n- text: Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n  start_ms: 649120\n  end_ms: 651730\n- text: With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n  start_ms: 651730\n  end_ms: 654120\n- text: From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n  start_ms: 654120\n  end_ms: 657070\n- text: '''Cause I''ll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper'\n  start_ms: 657070\n  end_ms: 659920\n- text: All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n  start_ms: 659920\n  end_ms: 662530\n- text: Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n  start_ms: 662530\n  end_ms: 665330\n- text: I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n  start_ms: 665330\n  end_ms: 668080\n- text: I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n  start_ms: 668080\n  end_ms: 670650\n- text: Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n  start_ms: 670650\n  end_ms: 673590\n- text: But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n  start_ms: 673590\n  end_ms: 676240\n- text: Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n  start_ms: 676240\n  end_ms: 679090\n- text: It's a hobby\n  start_ms: 679090\n  end_ms: 679570\n- text: Probably show up at your door and\n  start_ms: 679570\n  end_ms: 680980\n- text: Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n  start_ms: 680980\n  end_ms: 682880\n- text: Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n  start_ms: 682880\n  end_ms: 684000\n- text: Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n  start_ms: 684000\n  end_ms: 685530\n- text: Then they be acting so innocent in my\n  start_ms: 685530\n  end_ms: 686370\n- text: Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n  start_ms: 686370\n  end_ms: 688060\n- text: Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n  start_ms: 688060\n  end_ms: 689360\n- text: Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n  start_ms: 689360\n  end_ms: 690610\n- text: Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n  start_ms: 690610\n  end_ms: 692340\n- text: Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n  start_ms: 692340\n  end_ms: 693820\n- text: I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n  start_ms: 693820\n  end_ms: 695370\n- text: And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n  start_ms: 695370\n  end_ms: 696610\n- text: And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n  start_ms: 696610\n  end_ms: 698050\n- text: Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n  start_ms: 698050\n  end_ms: 700280\n- text: Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n  start_ms: 700280\n  end_ms: 701830\n- text: But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n  start_ms: 701830\n  end_ms: 703290\n- text: Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n  start_ms: 703290\n  end_ms: 705750\n- text: '''Fore I leave you with no life, and I don''t mean Shaq'\n  start_ms: 705750\n  end_ms: 708760\n- text: Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n  start_ms: 708760\n  end_ms: 711510\n- text: I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n  start_ms: 711510\n  end_ms: 714180\n- text: I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n  start_ms: 714180\n  end_ms: 716970\n- text: Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n  start_ms: 716970\n  end_ms: 719790\n- text: Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n  start_ms: 719790\n  end_ms: 722310\n- text: Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n  start_ms: 722310\n  end_ms: 724800\n- text: Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n  start_ms: 724800\n  end_ms: 727720\n- text: And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n  start_ms: 727720\n  end_ms: 730490\n- text: If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n  start_ms: 730490\n  end_ms: 733460\n- text: To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n  start_ms: 733460\n  end_ms: 736120\n- text: Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 736120\n  end_ms: 738730\n- text: Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n  start_ms: 738730\n  end_ms: 741450\n- text: I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n  start_ms: 741450\n  end_ms: 744100\n- text: Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n  start_ms: 744100\n  end_ms: 747110\n- text: So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n  start_ms: 747110\n  end_ms: 749640\n- text: Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n  start_ms: 749640\n  end_ms: 756400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 756400\nplain: |-\n  Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n  To the studio, straight from the crypt\n  Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\n  Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n\n  I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\n  Got bars like a gym, this light look close\n  I don't even break a sweat while squatting it\n  I took off just like a rocket ship-\n  This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\n  Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\n  Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n\n  My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\n  That's three times two\n  That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\n  Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\n  OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n\n  I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\n  Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\n  When they all thought I left\n  I was right in the heart of it\n  I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\n  Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\n  I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\n  I am ominous- if you think that I\n  Am a human, then show me the documents\n  If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\n  I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\n  I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\n  All the shit you do to repair what is\n  Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n\n  I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\n  He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\n  This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\n  And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n  I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n  I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n  I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n  My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n\n  Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n  Look, look, look\n\n  Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n  Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n  I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n  Kill you then bring your parents\n  Back together, like marriage split 'em\n  Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n  You cats more like kitty litter-\n\n  Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n  I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n  In order for you to beat me\n  Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n  And even then- look, look\n\n  I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n  Real as it gets, must be bananas\n  And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n  Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n  But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n  Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n  I heard you were special, like give him a note\n  Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n  Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n  They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n  Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n  Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n\n  Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n  I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n  I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n  I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n\n  Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n  I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n  Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n  But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n  They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n\n  Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n  I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n  I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n\n  I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n  Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n  Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n  Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n\n  Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n  Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n  Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n  I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n  Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n  Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n\n  Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n  And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n  I don't even got a big boy job\n  But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n  I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n  Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n  I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n  Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n\n  I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n  Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n  It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n  Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n\n  Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n  I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n  My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n  If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n\n  Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n  On mothers\n\n  Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n  But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n  You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n  How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n\n  I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n  Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n  It'd take two hours to dig it out\n  I got your chick cumming so long\n  She still squirting while I kick her out\n\n  It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n  At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n  DC-born, and PG-raised\n  I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n  I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n  You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n  I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n  'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n\n  Yeah\n  You already know what it is\n  I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n\n  I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n  Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n  It's psychological to have these minor goals\n  Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n\n  That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n  And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n  Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n  One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n\n  YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n  Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n  Been in the field, so\n  They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n  Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n\n  Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n  Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n  Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n  No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n\n  Look\n  The name is Carly X, by the way\n  Hah, look\n\n  I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n  Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n  Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n  You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n\n  Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n  If you love your kid\n  Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n  If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n  Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n\n  Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n  Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n  Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n  Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n  Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n\n  I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n  Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n  Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n  I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n\n  Yo\n\n  My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n  Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n  I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n  Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n\n  I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n  I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n  I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n  I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n\n  Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n  Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n  But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n  A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n\n  Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n  That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n  I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n  Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n\n  This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n  Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n\n  I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n  That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n  As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n  Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n\n  Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n  And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n  Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n  We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n  Week, make 'em want to still believe\n  That we all will achieve through our\n  Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n  On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n  Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n  Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n  Even still I'm really young, but\n  Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n\n  Like here's my goatee\n  Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n  You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n  Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n  Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n  The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n  And I'm armed with a gat,\n  Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n  They sigh for your cypher,\n  My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n\n  Skoodwidit!\n\n  Uh, now they know that we planning\n  Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n  Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n  It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n  Nevertheless\n  Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n  Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n  I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n  Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n  The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n\n  They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n  I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n  One click got 'em sick\n  Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n  Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n  When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n  My saliva is similar to molten lava\n  Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n\n  Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n  Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n  .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n  When Crypt had sent the beat\n  I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n  Kufis!\n\n  Sheesh!\n  Yo\n\n  Lemme start it off- if you\n  Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n  These rappers talking hard, but\n  They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n  Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n  I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n\n  Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n  Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n  I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n  I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n\n  I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n  My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n  I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n  So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n  My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n\n  Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n  I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n  Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n  Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n  I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n\n  Sheesh!\n\n  I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n  Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n  Nobody dope with the pen like me\n  Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n  Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n  Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n  Who's next? Want beef?\n  Get addressed by me\n\n  Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n  You can S my D tryna flex like me\n  With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n  Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n  Y'all slept on me\n\n  So I felt like we should finish\n  What we started till you rest in peace\n  It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n  Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n  Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n  Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n  Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n  Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n  In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n  Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n\n  I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n  I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n  If anybody thinking they ill as me\n  I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n  The pen in me is not no friend of me\n  But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n  Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n  I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n\n  Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n  Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n  Take a look around\n  I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n\n  First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n  Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n  Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n  But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n  'Cause when they ain't get picked\n  They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n  I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n  They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n  But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n\n  Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n  With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n  From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n  'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n\n  All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n  Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n  I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n  I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n\n  Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n  But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n  Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n  It's a hobby\n  Probably show up at your door and\n  Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n\n  Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n  Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n  Then they be acting so innocent in my\n  Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n  Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n  Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n  Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n\n  Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n  I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n  And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n  And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n  Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n  Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n  But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n  Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n  'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n\n  Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n  I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n  I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n  Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n\n  Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n  Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n  Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n  And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n\n  If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n  To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n  Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n  Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n\n  I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n  Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n  So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n  Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n"},{"id":38389358,"name":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 (feat. 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Joey Nato)","artistName":"Crypt","albumName":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3","duration":761.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\nTo the studio, straight from the crypt\nLocked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\nCan get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n\nI'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\nGot bars like a gym, this light look close\nI don't even break a sweat while squatting it\nI took off just like a rocket ship-\nThis beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\nCosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\nRap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n\nMy rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\nThat's three times two\nThat's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\nShoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\nOG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n\nI can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\nLike I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\nWhen they all thought I left\nI was right in the heart of it\nI can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\nScientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\nI don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\nI am ominous- if you think that I\nAm a human, then show me the documents\nIf you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\nI don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\nI don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\nAll the shit you do to repair what is\nWeighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n\nI don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\nHe made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\nThis rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\nAnd now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\nI tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\nI'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\nI can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\nMy work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n\nStay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\nLook, look, look\n\nAnybody wanna try me, I dare it\nTryna get a sample? Let's clear it\nI whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\nKill you then bring your parents\nBack together, like marriage split 'em\nFlowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\nYou cats more like kitty litter-\n\nKnow that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\nI'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\nIn order for you to beat me\nLiterally have to provide me the instrumental\nAnd even then- look, look\n\nI'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\nReal as it gets, must be bananas\nAnd don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\nHearing them talking like they want the smoke\nBut, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\nOh, you a comedian? Might need a special\nI heard you were special, like give him a note\nCausing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\nSmoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\nThey panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\nReally don't bother me, fuck your apologies\nFollow me, follow me, follow me, King\n\nHeyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\nI been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\nI'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\nI could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n\nDon't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\nI took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\nThen people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\nBut, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\nThey say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n\nJust 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\nI'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\nI'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n\nI'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\nPowerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\nBeen here since day one, you are not on my level\nSome things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n\nYeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\nOnto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\nStarted acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\nI'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\nFuck rap, when I'm on tour\nWell then I'm holding up convenience stores\n\nLet 'em know that I kill it with the flow\nAnd the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\nI don't even got a big boy job\nBut I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\nI know don't nobody wanna say shit\nDownload skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\nI been doing work, never getting a vacation\nBack on the grind, every time it's amazing\n\nI just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\nMusic so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\nIt's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\nThink you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n\nYeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\nI'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\nMy mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\nIf I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n\nCrank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\nOn mothers\n\nMonotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\nBut, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\nYou ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\nHow you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n\nI got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\nGot a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\nIt'd take two hours to dig it out\nI got your chick cumming so long\nShe still squirting while I kick her out\n\nIt's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\nAt this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\nDC-born, and PG-raised\nI'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\nI'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\nYou the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\nI'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n\nYeah\nYou already know what it is\nI break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n\nI go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\nMusic stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\nIt's psychological to have these minor goals\nDig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n\nThat green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\nAnd the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\nYo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\nOne call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n\nYouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\nLet it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\nBeen in the field, so\nThey sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\nStill with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n\nWords nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\nUppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\nShoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\nNo jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n\nLook\nThe name is Carly X, by the way\nHah, look\n\nI think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\nCrypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\nCame to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\nYou weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n\nWelcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\nIf you love your kid\nDon't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\nIf they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\nTrust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n\nHuh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\nLet me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\nY'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\nThen I turn 'em purple and blue\nJust like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n\nI'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\nFlow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\nTop five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\nI ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n\nYo\n\nMy goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\nDon't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\nI'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\nMake music every day, get to chill with my family\n\nI'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\nI live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\nI don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\nI've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n\nYet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\nAlways on the stage like some overconfident musician\nBut, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\nA yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n\nAbstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\nThat I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\nI'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\nBecause I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n\nThis is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\nCrypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n\nI'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\nThat they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\nAs they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\nUnstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n\nEmcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\nAnd do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\nImitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\nWe spill a soliloquy as we heel the\nWeek, make 'em want to still believe\nThat we all will achieve through our\nSkills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\nOn the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\nSpeak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\nOf the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\nEven still I'm really young, but\nGot no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n\nLike here's my goatee\nOnly right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\nYou could find me in the cut on the East side in a\nMean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\nOf the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\nThe form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\nAnd I'm armed with a gat,\nGet along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\nThey sigh for your cypher,\nMy side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n\nSkoodwidit!\n\nUh, now they know that we planning\nSomething, the planet is hitting the panic button\nTry calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\nIt's nothing to make you fold under pressure\nNevertheless\nSomething special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\nLecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\nI lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\nUse the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\nThe beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n\nThey know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\nI rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\nOne click got 'em sick\nLike Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\nGet shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\nWhen I ride through your block in a shopping cart\nMy saliva is similar to molten lava\nY'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n\nWanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\nOf course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n.40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\nWhen Crypt had sent the beat\nI know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\nKufis!\n\nSheesh!\nYo\n\nLemme start it off- if you\nRecreating troops, then you should call 'em off\nThese rappers talking hard, but\nThey sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\nSick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\nI'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n\nNever need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\nEvery time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\nI puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\nI cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n\nI'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\nMy lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\nI got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\nSo, when you ask me what I'm doing\nMy response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n\nPunchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\nI'm talking 'bout the ones if they\nHit you, they would'a broke your jaw\nBack to the rap shit, I needed a break\nI see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n\nSheesh!\n\nI was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\nNow, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\nNobody dope with the pen like me\nLeave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\nGotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\nLike fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\nWho's next? Want beef?\nGet addressed by me\n\nFuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\nYou can S my D tryna flex like me\nWith these kinda bars, we expect ID's\nTry to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\nY'all slept on me\n\nSo I felt like we should finish\nWhat we started till you rest in peace\nIt's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\nGet the chills when I kill all these children for fun\nEvery lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\nEverybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\nOh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\nGot a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\nIn the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\nHad to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n\nI'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\nI'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\nIf anybody thinking they ill as me\nI'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\nThe pen in me is not no friend of me\nBut eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\nY'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\nI hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n\nAin't nobody fucking with the kid right\nNow, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\nTake a look around\nI'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n\nFirst off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\nCypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\nCypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\nBut, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n'Cause when they ain't get picked\nThey start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\nI got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\nThey only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\nBut when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n\nDamn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\nWith all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\nFrom here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n\nAll you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\nHeart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\nI'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\nI'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n\nThen, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\nBut this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\nOh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\nIt's a hobby\nProbably show up at your door and\nGet to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n\nEverybody wanna try to be subtle when\nDissing until they get caught-caught-caught\nThen they be acting so innocent in my\nVicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\nThen the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\nDon't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\nThen I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n\nThen I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\nI know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\nAnd anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\nAnd I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\nCheck the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\nBitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\nBut you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\nTake this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n\nLook, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\nI got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\nI got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\nNow, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n\nFinish dat man, finish dat on the beat\nCrypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\nShaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\nAnd I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n\nIf we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\nTo ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\nConcealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\nDon't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n\nI'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\nSlow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\nSo, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\nOr I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.22] Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n[00:13.38] To the studio, straight from the crypt\n[00:15.49] Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\n[00:18.60] Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n[00:21.33] I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\n[00:23.86] Got bars like a gym, this light look close\n[00:25.66] I don't even break a sweat while squatting it\n[00:26.99] I took off just like a rocket ship-\n[00:28.12] This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\n[00:29.48] Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\n[00:31.38] Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n[00:33.06] My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\n[00:35.73] That's three times two\n[00:36.43] That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\n[00:38.45] Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\n[00:41.27] OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n[00:43.95] I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\n[00:45.19] Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\n[00:46.28] When they all thought I left\n[00:47.13] I was right in the heart of it\n[00:47.76] I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\n[00:49.70] Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\n[00:51.07] I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\n[00:52.48] I am ominous- if you think that I\n[00:53.21] Am a human, then show me the documents\n[00:54.47] If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\n[00:55.60] I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\n[00:56.95] I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\n[00:58.24] All the shit you do to repair what is\n[00:59.65] Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n[00:59.97] I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\n[01:02.37] He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\n[01:05.04] This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\n[01:07.88] And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n[01:10.57] I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n[01:13.28] I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n[01:15.93] I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n[01:18.63] My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n[01:22.48] Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n[01:24.76] Look, look, look\n[01:26.82] Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n[01:28.37] Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n[01:29.52] I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n[01:32.06] Kill you then bring your parents\n[01:33.10] Back together, like marriage split 'em\n[01:34.77] Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n[01:37.33] You cats more like kitty litter-\n[01:38.86] Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n[01:40.96] I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n[01:43.61] In order for you to beat me\n[01:44.89] Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n[01:47.13] And even then- look, look\n[01:48.62] I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n[01:51.27] Real as it gets, must be bananas\n[01:52.62] And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n[01:54.13] Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n[01:55.44] But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n[01:56.83] Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n[01:58.19] I heard you were special, like give him a note\n[01:59.59] Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n[02:02.49] Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n[02:05.46] They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n[02:08.06] Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n[02:09.33] Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n[02:10.82] \n[02:15.84] Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n[02:18.74] I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n[02:21.42] I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n[02:24.37] I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n[02:26.98] Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n[02:29.50] I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n[02:32.24] Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n[02:34.90] But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n[02:37.67] They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n[02:40.36] Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n[02:43.17] I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n[02:45.97] I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n[02:48.63] I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n[02:51.70] Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n[02:54.23] Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n[02:56.70] Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n[03:04.42] Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n[03:06.43] Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n[03:08.34] Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n[03:10.94] I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n[03:13.61] Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n[03:14.96] Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n[03:16.68] Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n[03:17.76] And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n[03:19.09] I don't even got a big boy job\n[03:20.37] But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n[03:21.85] I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n[03:23.28] Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n[03:24.74] I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n[03:25.82] Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n[03:27.62] I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n[03:30.18] Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n[03:32.87] It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n[03:35.54] Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n[03:38.66] Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n[03:40.85] I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n[03:43.74] My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n[03:46.30] If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n[03:49.26] Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n[03:52.71] On mothers\n[03:54.77] Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n[03:57.33] But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n[04:00.08] You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n[04:02.91] How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n[04:05.64] I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n[04:08.02] Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n[04:10.71] It'd take two hours to dig it out\n[04:12.86] I got your chick cumming so long\n[04:14.66] She still squirting while I kick her out\n[04:16.55] It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n[04:19.01] At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n[04:21.77] DC-born, and PG-raised\n[04:24.22] I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n[04:26.99] I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n[04:29.73] You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n[04:32.52] I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n[04:35.27] 'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n[04:38.19] Yeah\n[04:38.80] You already know what it is\n[04:40.01] I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n[04:43.22] I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n[04:46.22] Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n[04:48.90] It's psychological to have these minor goals\n[04:51.49] Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n[04:54.16] That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n[04:57.16] And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n[04:59.84] Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n[05:02.21] One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n[05:05.28] YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n[05:07.71] Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n[05:10.42] Been in the field, so\n[05:11.34] They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n[05:13.64] Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n[05:16.31] Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n[05:18.85] Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n[05:21.79] Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n[05:24.54] No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n[05:27.06] Look\n[05:28.65] The name is Carly X, by the way\n[05:30.89] Hah, look\n[05:33.02] I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n[05:35.56] Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n[05:38.27] Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n[05:40.85] You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n[05:43.66] Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n[05:46.30] If you love your kid\n[05:47.47] Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n[05:49.23] If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n[05:51.90] Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n[05:54.77] Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n[05:56.95] Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n[05:59.72] Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n[06:02.30] Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n[06:03.75] Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n[06:05.61] I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n[06:08.27] Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n[06:10.81] Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n[06:13.66] I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n[06:17.58] Yo\n[06:21.89] My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n[06:24.27] Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n[06:27.20] I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n[06:30.03] Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n[06:32.51] I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n[06:35.31] I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n[06:38.38] I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n[06:40.80] I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n[06:43.55] Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n[06:46.25] Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n[06:49.05] But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n[06:51.95] A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n[06:54.78] Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n[06:57.12] That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n[06:59.82] I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n[07:02.43] Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n[07:06.58] This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n[07:08.43] Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n[07:10.50] I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n[07:13.22] That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n[07:16.03] As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n[07:18.78] Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n[07:21.67] Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n[07:22.95] And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n[07:24.49] Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n[07:27.23] We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n[07:28.77] Week, make 'em want to still believe\n[07:30.26] That we all will achieve through our\n[07:31.45] Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n[07:32.63] On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n[07:34.35] Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n[07:36.14] Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n[07:37.70] Even still I'm really young, but\n[07:38.36] Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n[07:40.57] Like here's my goatee\n[07:41.61] Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n[07:43.18] You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n[07:44.45] Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n[07:46.21] Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n[07:47.83] The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n[07:49.21] And I'm armed with a gat,\n[07:50.37] Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n[07:52.19] They sigh for your cypher,\n[07:52.89] My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n[07:55.49] Skoodwidit!\n[07:58.42] Uh, now they know that we planning\n[08:00.33] Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n[08:02.28] Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n[08:05.25] It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n[08:07.24] Nevertheless\n[08:07.90] Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n[08:10.89] Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n[08:13.32] I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n[08:16.18] Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n[08:18.75] The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n[08:21.82] They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n[08:23.31] I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n[08:24.62] One click got 'em sick\n[08:25.09] Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n[08:26.47] Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n[08:28.15] When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n[08:29.64] My saliva is similar to molten lava\n[08:30.91] Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n[08:32.25] Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n[08:34.70] Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n[08:37.49] .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n[08:40.16] When Crypt had sent the beat\n[08:41.28] I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n[08:43.34] Kufis!\n[08:46.08] Sheesh!\n[08:48.03] Yo\n[08:48.76] Lemme start it off- if you\n[08:50.26] Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n[08:51.71] These rappers talking hard, but\n[08:53.06] They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n[08:54.65] Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n[08:57.33] I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n[09:00.08] Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n[09:02.64] Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n[09:05.60] I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n[09:08.12] I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n[09:10.74] I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n[09:13.88] My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n[09:16.45] I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n[09:19.23] So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n[09:20.54] My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n[09:22.48] Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n[09:24.55] I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n[09:25.95] Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n[09:27.27] Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n[09:29.62] I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n[09:34.91] Sheesh!\n[09:37.81] I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n[09:40.85] Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n[09:43.56] Nobody dope with the pen like me\n[09:45.02] Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n[09:46.22] Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n[09:47.63] Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n[09:48.91] Who's next? Want beef?\n[09:49.57] Get addressed by me\n[09:50.62] Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n[09:51.83] You can S my D tryna flex like me\n[09:53.03] With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n[09:54.58] Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n[09:57.05] Y'all slept on me\n[09:58.09] So I felt like we should finish\n[09:58.94] What we started till you rest in peace\n[09:59.99] It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n[10:01.37] Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n[10:02.68] Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n[10:04.08] Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n[10:05.30] Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n[10:06.73] Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n[10:08.07] In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n[10:09.56] Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n[10:10.86] I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n[10:12.11] I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n[10:13.74] If anybody thinking they ill as me\n[10:15.02] I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n[10:16.37] The pen in me is not no friend of me\n[10:17.31] But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n[10:19.06] Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n[10:20.69] I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n[10:21.93] Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n[10:23.39] Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n[10:24.65] Take a look around\n[10:25.36] I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n[10:27.21] First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n[10:29.69] Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n[10:32.67] Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n[10:35.09] But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n[10:38.02] 'Cause when they ain't get picked\n[10:39.00] They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n[10:40.72] I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n[10:43.89] They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n[10:46.46] But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n[10:49.12] Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n[10:51.73] With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n[10:54.16] From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n[10:57.00] 'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n[10:59.91] All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n[11:02.54] Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n[11:05.30] I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n[11:08.04] I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n[11:10.62] Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n[11:13.57] But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n[11:16.21] Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n[11:19.03] It's a hobby\n[11:19.52] Probably show up at your door and\n[11:20.93] Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n[11:22.81] Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n[11:24.04] Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n[11:25.58] Then they be acting so innocent in my\n[11:26.30] Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n[11:28.08] Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n[11:29.38] Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n[11:30.65] Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n[11:32.34] Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n[11:33.89] I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n[11:35.34] And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n[11:36.61] And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n[11:38.09] Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n[11:40.25] Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n[11:41.82] But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n[11:43.22] Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n[11:45.74] 'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n[11:48.78] Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n[11:51.54] I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n[11:54.18] I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n[11:56.94] Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n[11:59.74] Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n[12:02.39] Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n[12:04.89] Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n[12:07.75] And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n[12:10.44] If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n[12:13.41] To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n[12:16.13] Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n[12:18.76] Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n[12:21.45] I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n[12:24.15] Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n[12:27.10] So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n[12:29.66] Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n[12:36.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 (feat. 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Joey Nato)\n  artist: Crypt\n  album: YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3\n  duration_ms: 761130\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n  start_ms: 11220\n  end_ms: 13380\n- text: To the studio, straight from the crypt\n  start_ms: 13380\n  end_ms: 15490\n- text: Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\n  start_ms: 15490\n  end_ms: 18600\n- text: Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n  start_ms: 18600\n  end_ms: 21330\n- text: I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\n  start_ms: 21330\n  end_ms: 23860\n- text: Got bars like a gym, this light look close\n  start_ms: 23860\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: I don't even break a sweat while squatting it\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 26990\n- text: I took off just like a rocket ship-\n  start_ms: 26990\n  end_ms: 28120\n- text: This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\n  start_ms: 28120\n  end_ms: 29480\n- text: Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\n  start_ms: 29480\n  end_ms: 31380\n- text: Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n  start_ms: 31380\n  end_ms: 33060\n- text: My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\n  start_ms: 33060\n  end_ms: 35730\n- text: That's three times two\n  start_ms: 35730\n  end_ms: 36430\n- text: That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\n  start_ms: 36430\n  end_ms: 38450\n- text: Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\n  start_ms: 38450\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n  start_ms: 41270\n  end_ms: 43950\n- text: I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\n  start_ms: 43950\n  end_ms: 45190\n- text: Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\n  start_ms: 45190\n  end_ms: 46280\n- text: When they all thought I left\n  start_ms: 46280\n  end_ms: 47130\n- text: I was right in the heart of it\n  start_ms: 47130\n  end_ms: 47760\n- text: I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\n  start_ms: 47760\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 51070\n- text: I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\n  start_ms: 51070\n  end_ms: 52480\n- text: I am ominous- if you think that I\n  start_ms: 52480\n  end_ms: 53210\n- text: Am a human, then show me the documents\n  start_ms: 53210\n  end_ms: 54470\n- text: If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\n  start_ms: 54470\n  end_ms: 55600\n- text: I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\n  start_ms: 55600\n  end_ms: 56950\n- text: I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\n  start_ms: 56950\n  end_ms: 58240\n- text: All the shit you do to repair what is\n  start_ms: 58240\n  end_ms: 59650\n- text: Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n  start_ms: 59650\n  end_ms: 59970\n- text: I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\n  start_ms: 59970\n  end_ms: 62370\n- text: He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\n  start_ms: 62370\n  end_ms: 65040\n- text: This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\n  start_ms: 65040\n  end_ms: 67880\n- text: And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n  start_ms: 67880\n  end_ms: 70570\n- text: I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n  start_ms: 70570\n  end_ms: 73280\n- text: I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n  start_ms: 73280\n  end_ms: 75930\n- text: I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n  start_ms: 75930\n  end_ms: 78630\n- text: My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n  start_ms: 78630\n  end_ms: 82480\n- text: Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n  start_ms: 82480\n  end_ms: 84760\n- text: Look, look, look\n  start_ms: 84760\n  end_ms: 86820\n- text: Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n  start_ms: 86820\n  end_ms: 88370\n- text: Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n  start_ms: 88370\n  end_ms: 89520\n- text: I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n  start_ms: 89520\n  end_ms: 92060\n- text: Kill you then bring your parents\n  start_ms: 92060\n  end_ms: 93100\n- text: Back together, like marriage split 'em\n  start_ms: 93100\n  end_ms: 94770\n- text: Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n  start_ms: 94770\n  end_ms: 97330\n- text: You cats more like kitty litter-\n  start_ms: 97330\n  end_ms: 98860\n- text: Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n  start_ms: 98860\n  end_ms: 100960\n- text: I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n  start_ms: 100960\n  end_ms: 103610\n- text: In order for you to beat me\n  start_ms: 103610\n  end_ms: 104890\n- text: Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n  start_ms: 104890\n  end_ms: 107130\n- text: And even then- look, look\n  start_ms: 107130\n  end_ms: 108620\n- text: I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n  start_ms: 108620\n  end_ms: 111270\n- text: Real as it gets, must be bananas\n  start_ms: 111270\n  end_ms: 112620\n- text: And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n  start_ms: 112620\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 115440\n- text: But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n  start_ms: 115440\n  end_ms: 116830\n- text: Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n  start_ms: 116830\n  end_ms: 118190\n- text: I heard you were special, like give him a note\n  start_ms: 118190\n  end_ms: 119590\n- text: Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n  start_ms: 119590\n  end_ms: 122490\n- text: Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n  start_ms: 122490\n  end_ms: 125460\n- text: They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n  start_ms: 125460\n  end_ms: 128060\n- text: Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n  start_ms: 128060\n  end_ms: 129330\n- text: Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n  start_ms: 129330\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 135840\n- text: Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n  start_ms: 135840\n  end_ms: 138740\n- text: I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n  start_ms: 138740\n  end_ms: 141420\n- text: I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n  start_ms: 141420\n  end_ms: 144370\n- text: I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n  start_ms: 144370\n  end_ms: 146980\n- text: Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n  start_ms: 146980\n  end_ms: 149500\n- text: I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n  start_ms: 149500\n  end_ms: 152240\n- text: Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n  start_ms: 152240\n  end_ms: 154900\n- text: But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n  start_ms: 154900\n  end_ms: 157670\n- text: They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n  start_ms: 157670\n  end_ms: 160360\n- text: Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n  start_ms: 160360\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 165970\n- text: I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n  start_ms: 165970\n  end_ms: 168630\n- text: I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n  start_ms: 168630\n  end_ms: 171700\n- text: Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n  start_ms: 171700\n  end_ms: 174230\n- text: Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n  start_ms: 174230\n  end_ms: 176700\n- text: Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n  start_ms: 176700\n  end_ms: 184420\n- text: Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n  start_ms: 184420\n  end_ms: 186430\n- text: Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n  start_ms: 186430\n  end_ms: 188340\n- text: Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n  start_ms: 188340\n  end_ms: 190940\n- text: I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n  start_ms: 190940\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 194960\n- text: Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n  start_ms: 194960\n  end_ms: 196680\n- text: Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n  start_ms: 196680\n  end_ms: 197760\n- text: And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n  start_ms: 197760\n  end_ms: 199090\n- text: I don't even got a big boy job\n  start_ms: 199090\n  end_ms: 200370\n- text: But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n  start_ms: 200370\n  end_ms: 201850\n- text: I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n  start_ms: 201850\n  end_ms: 203280\n- text: Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n  start_ms: 203280\n  end_ms: 204740\n- text: I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n  start_ms: 204740\n  end_ms: 205820\n- text: Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n  start_ms: 205820\n  end_ms: 207620\n- text: I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n  start_ms: 207620\n  end_ms: 210180\n- text: Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n  start_ms: 210180\n  end_ms: 212870\n- text: It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n  start_ms: 212870\n  end_ms: 215540\n- text: Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n  start_ms: 215540\n  end_ms: 218660\n- text: Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n  start_ms: 218660\n  end_ms: 220850\n- text: I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n  start_ms: 220850\n  end_ms: 223740\n- text: My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n  start_ms: 223740\n  end_ms: 226300\n- text: If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n  start_ms: 226300\n  end_ms: 229260\n- text: Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n  start_ms: 229260\n  end_ms: 232710\n- text: On mothers\n  start_ms: 232710\n  end_ms: 234770\n- text: Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n  start_ms: 234770\n  end_ms: 237330\n- text: But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n  start_ms: 237330\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 242910\n- text: How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n  start_ms: 242910\n  end_ms: 245640\n- text: I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n  start_ms: 245640\n  end_ms: 248020\n- text: Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n  start_ms: 248020\n  end_ms: 250710\n- text: It'd take two hours to dig it out\n  start_ms: 250710\n  end_ms: 252860\n- text: I got your chick cumming so long\n  start_ms: 252860\n  end_ms: 254660\n- text: She still squirting while I kick her out\n  start_ms: 254660\n  end_ms: 256550\n- text: It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n  start_ms: 256550\n  end_ms: 259010\n- text: At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n  start_ms: 259010\n  end_ms: 261770\n- text: DC-born, and PG-raised\n  start_ms: 261770\n  end_ms: 264220\n- text: I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n  start_ms: 264220\n  end_ms: 266990\n- text: I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n  start_ms: 266990\n  end_ms: 269730\n- text: You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n  start_ms: 269730\n  end_ms: 272520\n- text: I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n  start_ms: 272520\n  end_ms: 275270\n- text: '''Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas'\n  start_ms: 275270\n  end_ms: 278190\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 278190\n  end_ms: 278800\n- text: You already know what it is\n  start_ms: 278800\n  end_ms: 280010\n- text: I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n  start_ms: 280010\n  end_ms: 283220\n- text: I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n  start_ms: 283220\n  end_ms: 286220\n- text: Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n  start_ms: 286220\n  end_ms: 288900\n- text: It's psychological to have these minor goals\n  start_ms: 288900\n  end_ms: 291490\n- text: Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n  start_ms: 291490\n  end_ms: 294160\n- text: That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n  start_ms: 294160\n  end_ms: 297160\n- text: And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n  start_ms: 297160\n  end_ms: 299840\n- text: Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n  start_ms: 299840\n  end_ms: 302210\n- text: One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n  start_ms: 302210\n  end_ms: 305280\n- text: YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n  start_ms: 305280\n  end_ms: 307710\n- text: Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n  start_ms: 307710\n  end_ms: 310420\n- text: Been in the field, so\n  start_ms: 310420\n  end_ms: 311340\n- text: They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n  start_ms: 311340\n  end_ms: 313640\n- text: Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n  start_ms: 313640\n  end_ms: 316310\n- text: Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n  start_ms: 316310\n  end_ms: 318850\n- text: Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n  start_ms: 318850\n  end_ms: 321790\n- text: Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n  start_ms: 321790\n  end_ms: 324540\n- text: No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n  start_ms: 324540\n  end_ms: 327060\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 327060\n  end_ms: 328650\n- text: The name is Carly X, by the way\n  start_ms: 328650\n  end_ms: 330890\n- text: Hah, look\n  start_ms: 330890\n  end_ms: 333020\n- text: I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n  start_ms: 333020\n  end_ms: 335560\n- text: Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n  start_ms: 335560\n  end_ms: 338270\n- text: Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n  start_ms: 338270\n  end_ms: 340850\n- text: You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n  start_ms: 340850\n  end_ms: 343660\n- text: Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n  start_ms: 343660\n  end_ms: 346300\n- text: If you love your kid\n  start_ms: 346300\n  end_ms: 347470\n- text: Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n  start_ms: 347470\n  end_ms: 349230\n- text: If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n  start_ms: 349230\n  end_ms: 351900\n- text: Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n  start_ms: 351900\n  end_ms: 354770\n- text: Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n  start_ms: 354770\n  end_ms: 356950\n- text: Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n  start_ms: 356950\n  end_ms: 359720\n- text: Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n  start_ms: 359720\n  end_ms: 362300\n- text: Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n  start_ms: 362300\n  end_ms: 363750\n- text: Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n  start_ms: 363750\n  end_ms: 365610\n- text: I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n  start_ms: 365610\n  end_ms: 368270\n- text: Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n  start_ms: 368270\n  end_ms: 370810\n- text: Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n  start_ms: 370810\n  end_ms: 373660\n- text: I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n  start_ms: 373660\n  end_ms: 377580\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 377580\n  end_ms: 381890\n- text: My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n  start_ms: 381890\n  end_ms: 384270\n- text: Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n  start_ms: 384270\n  end_ms: 387200\n- text: I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n  start_ms: 387200\n  end_ms: 390030\n- text: Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n  start_ms: 390030\n  end_ms: 392510\n- text: I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n  start_ms: 392510\n  end_ms: 395310\n- text: I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n  start_ms: 395310\n  end_ms: 398380\n- text: I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n  start_ms: 398380\n  end_ms: 400800\n- text: I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n  start_ms: 400800\n  end_ms: 403550\n- text: Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n  start_ms: 403550\n  end_ms: 406250\n- text: Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n  start_ms: 406250\n  end_ms: 409050\n- text: But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n  start_ms: 409050\n  end_ms: 411950\n- text: A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n  start_ms: 411950\n  end_ms: 414780\n- text: Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n  start_ms: 414780\n  end_ms: 417120\n- text: That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n  start_ms: 417120\n  end_ms: 419820\n- text: I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n  start_ms: 419820\n  end_ms: 422430\n- text: Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n  start_ms: 422430\n  end_ms: 426580\n- text: This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n  start_ms: 426580\n  end_ms: 428430\n- text: Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n  start_ms: 428430\n  end_ms: 430500\n- text: I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n  start_ms: 430500\n  end_ms: 433220\n- text: That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n  start_ms: 433220\n  end_ms: 436030\n- text: As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n  start_ms: 436030\n  end_ms: 438780\n- text: Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n  start_ms: 438780\n  end_ms: 441670\n- text: Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n  start_ms: 441670\n  end_ms: 442950\n- text: And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n  start_ms: 442950\n  end_ms: 444490\n- text: Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n  start_ms: 444490\n  end_ms: 447230\n- text: We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n  start_ms: 447230\n  end_ms: 448770\n- text: Week, make 'em want to still believe\n  start_ms: 448770\n  end_ms: 450260\n- text: That we all will achieve through our\n  start_ms: 450260\n  end_ms: 451450\n- text: Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n  start_ms: 451450\n  end_ms: 452630\n- text: On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n  start_ms: 452630\n  end_ms: 454350\n- text: Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n  start_ms: 454350\n  end_ms: 456140\n- text: Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n  start_ms: 456140\n  end_ms: 457700\n- text: Even still I'm really young, but\n  start_ms: 457700\n  end_ms: 458360\n- text: Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n  start_ms: 458360\n  end_ms: 460570\n- text: Like here's my goatee\n  start_ms: 460570\n  end_ms: 461610\n- text: Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n  start_ms: 461610\n  end_ms: 463180\n- text: You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n  start_ms: 463180\n  end_ms: 464450\n- text: Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n  start_ms: 464450\n  end_ms: 466210\n- text: Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n  start_ms: 466210\n  end_ms: 467830\n- text: The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n  start_ms: 467830\n  end_ms: 469210\n- text: And I'm armed with a gat,\n  start_ms: 469210\n  end_ms: 470370\n- text: Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n  start_ms: 470370\n  end_ms: 472190\n- text: They sigh for your cypher,\n  start_ms: 472190\n  end_ms: 472890\n- text: My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n  start_ms: 472890\n  end_ms: 475490\n- text: Skoodwidit!\n  start_ms: 475490\n  end_ms: 478420\n- text: Uh, now they know that we planning\n  start_ms: 478420\n  end_ms: 480330\n- text: Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n  start_ms: 480330\n  end_ms: 482280\n- text: Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n  start_ms: 482280\n  end_ms: 485250\n- text: It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n  start_ms: 485250\n  end_ms: 487240\n- text: Nevertheless\n  start_ms: 487240\n  end_ms: 487900\n- text: Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n  start_ms: 487900\n  end_ms: 490890\n- text: Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n  start_ms: 490890\n  end_ms: 493320\n- text: I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n  start_ms: 493320\n  end_ms: 496180\n- text: Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n  start_ms: 496180\n  end_ms: 498750\n- text: The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n  start_ms: 498750\n  end_ms: 501820\n- text: They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n  start_ms: 501820\n  end_ms: 503310\n- text: I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n  start_ms: 503310\n  end_ms: 504620\n- text: One click got 'em sick\n  start_ms: 504620\n  end_ms: 505090\n- text: Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n  start_ms: 505090\n  end_ms: 506470\n- text: Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n  start_ms: 506470\n  end_ms: 508150\n- text: When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n  start_ms: 508150\n  end_ms: 509640\n- text: My saliva is similar to molten lava\n  start_ms: 509640\n  end_ms: 510910\n- text: Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n  start_ms: 510910\n  end_ms: 512250\n- text: Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n  start_ms: 512250\n  end_ms: 514700\n- text: Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n  start_ms: 514700\n  end_ms: 517490\n- text: .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n  start_ms: 517490\n  end_ms: 520160\n- text: When Crypt had sent the beat\n  start_ms: 520160\n  end_ms: 521280\n- text: I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n  start_ms: 521280\n  end_ms: 523340\n- text: Kufis!\n  start_ms: 523340\n  end_ms: 526080\n- text: Sheesh!\n  start_ms: 526080\n  end_ms: 528030\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 528030\n  end_ms: 528760\n- text: Lemme start it off- if you\n  start_ms: 528760\n  end_ms: 530260\n- text: Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n  start_ms: 530260\n  end_ms: 531710\n- text: These rappers talking hard, but\n  start_ms: 531710\n  end_ms: 533060\n- text: They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n  start_ms: 533060\n  end_ms: 534650\n- text: Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n  start_ms: 534650\n  end_ms: 537330\n- text: I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n  start_ms: 537330\n  end_ms: 540080\n- text: Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n  start_ms: 540080\n  end_ms: 542640\n- text: Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n  start_ms: 542640\n  end_ms: 545600\n- text: I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n  start_ms: 545600\n  end_ms: 548120\n- text: I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n  start_ms: 548120\n  end_ms: 550740\n- text: I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n  start_ms: 550740\n  end_ms: 553880\n- text: My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n  start_ms: 553880\n  end_ms: 556450\n- text: I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n  start_ms: 556450\n  end_ms: 559230\n- text: So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n  start_ms: 559230\n  end_ms: 560540\n- text: My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n  start_ms: 560540\n  end_ms: 562480\n- text: Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n  start_ms: 562480\n  end_ms: 564550\n- text: I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n  start_ms: 564550\n  end_ms: 565950\n- text: Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n  start_ms: 565950\n  end_ms: 567270\n- text: Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n  start_ms: 567270\n  end_ms: 569620\n- text: I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n  start_ms: 569620\n  end_ms: 574910\n- text: Sheesh!\n  start_ms: 574910\n  end_ms: 577810\n- text: I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n  start_ms: 577810\n  end_ms: 580850\n- text: Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n  start_ms: 580850\n  end_ms: 583560\n- text: Nobody dope with the pen like me\n  start_ms: 583560\n  end_ms: 585020\n- text: Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n  start_ms: 585020\n  end_ms: 586220\n- text: Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n  start_ms: 586220\n  end_ms: 587630\n- text: Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n  start_ms: 587630\n  end_ms: 588910\n- text: Who's next? Want beef?\n  start_ms: 588910\n  end_ms: 589570\n- text: Get addressed by me\n  start_ms: 589570\n  end_ms: 590620\n- text: Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n  start_ms: 590620\n  end_ms: 591830\n- text: You can S my D tryna flex like me\n  start_ms: 591830\n  end_ms: 593030\n- text: With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n  start_ms: 593030\n  end_ms: 594580\n- text: Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n  start_ms: 594580\n  end_ms: 597050\n- text: Y'all slept on me\n  start_ms: 597050\n  end_ms: 598090\n- text: So I felt like we should finish\n  start_ms: 598090\n  end_ms: 598940\n- text: What we started till you rest in peace\n  start_ms: 598940\n  end_ms: 599990\n- text: It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n  start_ms: 599990\n  end_ms: 601370\n- text: Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n  start_ms: 601370\n  end_ms: 602680\n- text: Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n  start_ms: 602680\n  end_ms: 604080\n- text: Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n  start_ms: 604080\n  end_ms: 605300\n- text: Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n  start_ms: 605300\n  end_ms: 606730\n- text: Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n  start_ms: 606730\n  end_ms: 608070\n- text: In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n  start_ms: 608070\n  end_ms: 609560\n- text: Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n  start_ms: 609560\n  end_ms: 610860\n- text: I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n  start_ms: 610860\n  end_ms: 612110\n- text: I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n  start_ms: 612110\n  end_ms: 613740\n- text: If anybody thinking they ill as me\n  start_ms: 613740\n  end_ms: 615020\n- text: I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n  start_ms: 615020\n  end_ms: 616370\n- text: The pen in me is not no friend of me\n  start_ms: 616370\n  end_ms: 617310\n- text: But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n  start_ms: 617310\n  end_ms: 619060\n- text: Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n  start_ms: 619060\n  end_ms: 620690\n- text: I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n  start_ms: 620690\n  end_ms: 621930\n- text: Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n  start_ms: 621930\n  end_ms: 623390\n- text: Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n  start_ms: 623390\n  end_ms: 624650\n- text: Take a look around\n  start_ms: 624650\n  end_ms: 625360\n- text: I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n  start_ms: 625360\n  end_ms: 627210\n- text: First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n  start_ms: 627210\n  end_ms: 629690\n- text: Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n  start_ms: 629690\n  end_ms: 632670\n- text: Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n  start_ms: 632670\n  end_ms: 635090\n- text: But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n  start_ms: 635090\n  end_ms: 638020\n- text: '''Cause when they ain''t get picked'\n  start_ms: 638020\n  end_ms: 639000\n- text: They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n  start_ms: 639000\n  end_ms: 640720\n- text: I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n  start_ms: 640720\n  end_ms: 643890\n- text: They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n  start_ms: 643890\n  end_ms: 646460\n- text: But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n  start_ms: 646460\n  end_ms: 649120\n- text: Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n  start_ms: 649120\n  end_ms: 651730\n- text: With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n  start_ms: 651730\n  end_ms: 654160\n- text: From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n  start_ms: 654160\n  end_ms: 657000\n- text: '''Cause I''ll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper'\n  start_ms: 657000\n  end_ms: 659910\n- text: All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n  start_ms: 659910\n  end_ms: 662540\n- text: Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n  start_ms: 662540\n  end_ms: 665300\n- text: I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n  start_ms: 665300\n  end_ms: 668040\n- text: I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n  start_ms: 668040\n  end_ms: 670620\n- text: Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n  start_ms: 670620\n  end_ms: 673570\n- text: But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n  start_ms: 673570\n  end_ms: 676210\n- text: Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n  start_ms: 676210\n  end_ms: 679030\n- text: It's a hobby\n  start_ms: 679030\n  end_ms: 679520\n- text: Probably show up at your door and\n  start_ms: 679520\n  end_ms: 680930\n- text: Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n  start_ms: 680930\n  end_ms: 682810\n- text: Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n  start_ms: 682810\n  end_ms: 684040\n- text: Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n  start_ms: 684040\n  end_ms: 685580\n- text: Then they be acting so innocent in my\n  start_ms: 685580\n  end_ms: 686300\n- text: Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n  start_ms: 686300\n  end_ms: 688080\n- text: Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n  start_ms: 688080\n  end_ms: 689380\n- text: Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n  start_ms: 689380\n  end_ms: 690650\n- text: Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n  start_ms: 690650\n  end_ms: 692340\n- text: Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n  start_ms: 692340\n  end_ms: 693890\n- text: I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n  start_ms: 693890\n  end_ms: 695340\n- text: And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n  start_ms: 695340\n  end_ms: 696610\n- text: And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n  start_ms: 696610\n  end_ms: 698090\n- text: Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n  start_ms: 698090\n  end_ms: 700250\n- text: Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n  start_ms: 700250\n  end_ms: 701820\n- text: But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n  start_ms: 701820\n  end_ms: 703220\n- text: Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n  start_ms: 703220\n  end_ms: 705740\n- text: '''Fore I leave you with no life, and I don''t mean Shaq'\n  start_ms: 705740\n  end_ms: 708780\n- text: Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n  start_ms: 708780\n  end_ms: 711540\n- text: I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n  start_ms: 711540\n  end_ms: 714180\n- text: I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n  start_ms: 714180\n  end_ms: 716940\n- text: Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n  start_ms: 716940\n  end_ms: 719740\n- text: Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n  start_ms: 719740\n  end_ms: 722390\n- text: Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n  start_ms: 722390\n  end_ms: 724890\n- text: Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n  start_ms: 724890\n  end_ms: 727750\n- text: And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n  start_ms: 727750\n  end_ms: 730440\n- text: If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n  start_ms: 730440\n  end_ms: 733410\n- text: To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n  start_ms: 733410\n  end_ms: 736130\n- text: Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 736130\n  end_ms: 738760\n- text: Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n  start_ms: 738760\n  end_ms: 741450\n- text: I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n  start_ms: 741450\n  end_ms: 744150\n- text: Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n  start_ms: 744150\n  end_ms: 747100\n- text: So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n  start_ms: 747100\n  end_ms: 749660\n- text: Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n  start_ms: 749660\n  end_ms: 756400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 756400\nplain: |-\n  Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n  To the studio, straight from the crypt\n  Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\n  Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n\n  I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\n  Got bars like a gym, this light look close\n  I don't even break a sweat while squatting it\n  I took off just like a rocket ship-\n  This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\n  Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\n  Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n\n  My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\n  That's three times two\n  That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\n  Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\n  OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n\n  I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\n  Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\n  When they all thought I left\n  I was right in the heart of it\n  I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\n  Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\n  I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\n  I am ominous- if you think that I\n  Am a human, then show me the documents\n  If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\n  I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\n  I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\n  All the shit you do to repair what is\n  Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n\n  I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\n  He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\n  This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\n  And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n  I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n  I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n  I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n  My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n\n  Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n  Look, look, look\n\n  Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n  Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n  I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n  Kill you then bring your parents\n  Back together, like marriage split 'em\n  Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n  You cats more like kitty litter-\n\n  Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n  I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n  In order for you to beat me\n  Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n  And even then- look, look\n\n  I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n  Real as it gets, must be bananas\n  And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n  Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n  But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n  Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n  I heard you were special, like give him a note\n  Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n  Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n  They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n  Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n  Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n\n  Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n  I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n  I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n  I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n\n  Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n  I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n  Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n  But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n  They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n\n  Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n  I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n  I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n\n  I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n  Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n  Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n  Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n\n  Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n  Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n  Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n  I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n  Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n  Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n\n  Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n  And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n  I don't even got a big boy job\n  But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n  I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n  Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n  I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n  Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n\n  I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n  Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n  It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n  Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n\n  Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n  I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n  My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n  If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n\n  Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n  On mothers\n\n  Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n  But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n  You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n  How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n\n  I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n  Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n  It'd take two hours to dig it out\n  I got your chick cumming so long\n  She still squirting while I kick her out\n\n  It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n  At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n  DC-born, and PG-raised\n  I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n  I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n  You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n  I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n  'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n\n  Yeah\n  You already know what it is\n  I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n\n  I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n  Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n  It's psychological to have these minor goals\n  Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n\n  That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n  And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n  Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n  One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n\n  YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n  Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n  Been in the field, so\n  They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n  Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n\n  Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n  Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n  Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n  No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n\n  Look\n  The name is Carly X, by the way\n  Hah, look\n\n  I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n  Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n  Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n  You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n\n  Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n  If you love your kid\n  Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n  If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n  Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n\n  Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n  Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n  Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n  Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n  Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n\n  I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n  Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n  Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n  I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n\n  Yo\n\n  My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n  Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n  I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n  Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n\n  I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n  I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n  I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n  I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n\n  Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n  Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n  But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n  A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n\n  Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n  That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n  I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n  Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n\n  This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n  Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n\n  I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n  That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n  As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n  Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n\n  Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n  And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n  Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n  We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n  Week, make 'em want to still believe\n  That we all will achieve through our\n  Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n  On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n  Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n  Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n  Even still I'm really young, but\n  Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n\n  Like here's my goatee\n  Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n  You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n  Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n  Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n  The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n  And I'm armed with a gat,\n  Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n  They sigh for your cypher,\n  My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n\n  Skoodwidit!\n\n  Uh, now they know that we planning\n  Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n  Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n  It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n  Nevertheless\n  Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n  Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n  I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n  Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n  The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n\n  They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n  I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n  One click got 'em sick\n  Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n  Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n  When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n  My saliva is similar to molten lava\n  Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n\n  Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n  Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n  .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n  When Crypt had sent the beat\n  I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n  Kufis!\n\n  Sheesh!\n  Yo\n\n  Lemme start it off- if you\n  Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n  These rappers talking hard, but\n  They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n  Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n  I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n\n  Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n  Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n  I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n  I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n\n  I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n  My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n  I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n  So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n  My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n\n  Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n  I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n  Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n  Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n  I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n\n  Sheesh!\n\n  I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n  Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n  Nobody dope with the pen like me\n  Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n  Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n  Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n  Who's next? Want beef?\n  Get addressed by me\n\n  Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n  You can S my D tryna flex like me\n  With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n  Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n  Y'all slept on me\n\n  So I felt like we should finish\n  What we started till you rest in peace\n  It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n  Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n  Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n  Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n  Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n  Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n  In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n  Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n\n  I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n  I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n  If anybody thinking they ill as me\n  I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n  The pen in me is not no friend of me\n  But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n  Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n  I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n\n  Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n  Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n  Take a look around\n  I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n\n  First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n  Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n  Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n  But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n  'Cause when they ain't get picked\n  They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n  I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n  They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n  But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n\n  Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n  With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n  From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n  'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n\n  All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n  Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n  I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n  I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n\n  Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n  But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n  Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n  It's a hobby\n  Probably show up at your door and\n  Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n\n  Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n  Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n  Then they be acting so innocent in my\n  Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n  Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n  Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n  Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n\n  Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n  I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n  And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n  And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n  Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n  Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n  But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n  Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n  'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n\n  Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n  I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n  I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n  Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n\n  Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n  Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n  Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n  And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n\n  If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n  To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n  Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n  Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n\n  I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n  Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n  So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n  Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n"},{"id":12433560,"name":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 (feat. Dax, Merkules, Futuristic, Ekoh, NoLifeShaq, 100kufis, Samad Savage, Carly X, Ashtin Larold, Crank L","trackName":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 (feat. Dax, Merkules, Futuristic, Ekoh, NoLifeShaq, 100kufis, Samad Savage, Carly X, Ashtin Larold, Crank L","artistName":"Crypt","albumName":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 (feat. Dax, Merkules, Futuristic, Ekoh, NoLifeShaq, 100kufis, Samad Savage, Carly X, Ashtin Larold, Crank L","duration":761.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\nTo the studio, straight from the crypt\nLocked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\nCan get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n\nI'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\nGot bars like a gym, this light look close\nI don't even break a sweat while squatting it\nI took off just like a rocket ship-\nThis beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\nCosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\nRap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n\nMy rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\nThat's three times two\nThat's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\nShoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\nOG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n\nI can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\nLike I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\nWhen they all thought I left\nI was right in the heart of it\nI can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\nScientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\nI don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\nI am ominous- if you think that I\nAm a human, then show me the documents\nIf you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\nI don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\nI don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\nAll the shit you do to repair what is\nWeighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n\nI don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\nHe made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\nThis rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\nAnd now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\nI tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\nI'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\nI can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\nMy work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n\nStay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\nLook, look, look\n\nAnybody wanna try me, I dare it\nTryna get a sample? Let's clear it\nI whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\nKill you then bring your parents\nBack together, like marriage split 'em\nFlowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\nYou cats more like kitty litter-\n\nKnow that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\nI'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\nIn order for you to beat me\nLiterally have to provide me the instrumental\nAnd even then- look, look\n\nI'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\nReal as it gets, must be bananas\nAnd don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\nHearing them talking like they want the smoke\nBut, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\nOh, you a comedian? Might need a special\nI heard you were special, like give him a note\nCausing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\nSmoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\nThey panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\nReally don't bother me, fuck your apologies\nFollow me, follow me, follow me, King\n\nHeyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\nI been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\nI'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\nI could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n\nDon't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\nI took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\nThen people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\nBut, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\nThey say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n\nJust 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\nI'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\nI'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n\nI'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\nPowerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\nBeen here since day one, you are not on my level\nSome things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n\nYeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\nOnto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\nStarted acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\nI'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\nFuck rap, when I'm on tour\nWell then I'm holding up convenience stores\n\nLet 'em know that I kill it with the flow\nAnd the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\nI don't even got a big boy job\nBut I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\nI know don't nobody wanna say shit\nDownload skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\nI been doing work, never getting a vacation\nBack on the grind, every time it's amazing\n\nI just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\nMusic so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\nIt's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\nThink you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n\nYeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\nI'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\nMy mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\nIf I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n\nCrank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\nOn mothers\n\nMonotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\nBut, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\nYou ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\nHow you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n\nI got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\nGot a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\nIt'd take two hours to dig it out\nI got your chick cumming so long\nShe still squirting while I kick her out\n\nIt's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\nAt this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\nDC-born, and PG-raised\nI'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\nI'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\nYou the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\nI'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n\nYeah\nYou already know what it is\nI break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n\nI go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\nMusic stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\nIt's psychological to have these minor goals\nDig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n\nThat green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\nAnd the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\nYo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\nOne call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n\nYouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\nLet it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\nBeen in the field, so\nThey sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\nStill with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n\nWords nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\nUppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\nShoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\nNo jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n\nLook\nThe name is Carly X, by the way\nHah, look\n\nI think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\nCrypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\nCame to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\nYou weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n\nWelcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\nIf you love your kid\nDon't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\nIf they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\nTrust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n\nHuh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\nLet me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\nY'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\nThen I turn 'em purple and blue\nJust like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n\nI'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\nFlow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\nTop five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\nI ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n\nYo\n\nMy goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\nDon't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\nI'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\nMake music every day, get to chill with my family\n\nI'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\nI live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\nI don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\nI've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n\nYet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\nAlways on the stage like some overconfident musician\nBut, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\nA yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n\nAbstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\nThat I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\nI'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\nBecause I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n\nThis is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\nCrypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n\nI'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\nThat they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\nAs they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\nUnstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n\nEmcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\nAnd do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\nImitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\nWe spill a soliloquy as we heel the\nWeek, make 'em want to still believe\nThat we all will achieve through our\nSkills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\nOn the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\nSpeak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\nOf the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\nEven still I'm really young, but\nGot no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n\nLike here's my goatee\nOnly right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\nYou could find me in the cut on the East side in a\nMean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\nOf the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\nThe form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\nAnd I'm armed with a gat,\nGet along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\nThey sigh for your cypher,\nMy side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n\nSkoodwidit!\n\nUh, now they know that we planning\nSomething, the planet is hitting the panic button\nTry calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\nIt's nothing to make you fold under pressure\nNevertheless\nSomething special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\nLecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\nI lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\nUse the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\nThe beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n\nThey know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\nI rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\nOne click got 'em sick\nLike Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\nGet shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\nWhen I ride through your block in a shopping cart\nMy saliva is similar to molten lava\nY'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n\nWanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\nOf course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n.40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\nWhen Crypt had sent the beat\nI know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\nKufis!\n\nSheesh!\nYo\n\nLemme start it off- if you\nRecreating troops, then you should call 'em off\nThese rappers talking hard, but\nThey sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\nSick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\nI'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n\nNever need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\nEvery time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\nI puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\nI cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n\nI'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\nMy lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\nI got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\nSo, when you ask me what I'm doing\nMy response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n\nPunchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\nI'm talking 'bout the ones if they\nHit you, they would'a broke your jaw\nBack to the rap shit, I needed a break\nI see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n\nSheesh!\n\nI was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\nNow, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\nNobody dope with the pen like me\nLeave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\nGotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\nLike fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\nWho's next? Want beef?\nGet addressed by me\n\nFuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\nYou can S my D tryna flex like me\nWith these kinda bars, we expect ID's\nTry to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\nY'all slept on me\n\nSo I felt like we should finish\nWhat we started till you rest in peace\nIt's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\nGet the chills when I kill all these children for fun\nEvery lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\nEverybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\nOh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\nGot a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\nIn the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\nHad to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n\nI'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\nI'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\nIf anybody thinking they ill as me\nI'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\nThe pen in me is not no friend of me\nBut eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\nY'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\nI hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n\nAin't nobody fucking with the kid right\nNow, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\nTake a look around\nI'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n\nFirst off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\nCypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\nCypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\nBut, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n'Cause when they ain't get picked\nThey start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\nI got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\nThey only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\nBut when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n\nDamn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\nWith all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\nFrom here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n\nAll you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\nHeart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\nI'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\nI'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n\nThen, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\nBut this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\nOh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\nIt's a hobby\nProbably show up at your door and\nGet to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n\nEverybody wanna try to be subtle when\nDissing until they get caught-caught-caught\nThen they be acting so innocent in my\nVicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\nThen the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\nDon't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\nThen I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n\nThen I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\nI know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\nAnd anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\nAnd I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\nCheck the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\nBitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\nBut you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\nTake this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n\nLook, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\nI got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\nI got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\nNow, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n\nFinish dat man, finish dat on the beat\nCrypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\nShaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\nAnd I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n\nIf we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\nTo ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\nConcealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\nDon't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n\nI'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\nSlow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\nSo, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\nOr I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.25] Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n[00:13.34] To the studio, straight from the crypt\n[00:15.48] Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\n[00:18.65] Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n[00:21.39] I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\n[00:23.82] Got bars like a gym, this light look close\n[00:25.68] I don't even break a sweat while squatting it\n[00:26.93] I took off just like a rocket ship-\n[00:28.18] This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\n[00:29.45] Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\n[00:31.33] Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n[00:33.07] My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\n[00:35.77] That's three times two\n[00:36.45] That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\n[00:38.47] Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\n[00:41.26] OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n[00:43.95] I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\n[00:45.16] Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\n[00:46.22] When they all thought I left\n[00:47.19] I was right in the heart of it\n[00:47.73] I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\n[00:49.75] Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\n[00:51.04] I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\n[00:52.48] I am ominous- if you think that I\n[00:53.23] Am a human, then show me the documents\n[00:54.42] If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\n[00:55.64] I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\n[00:56.90] I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\n[00:58.28] All the shit you do to repair what is\n[00:59.67] Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n[00:59.92] I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\n[01:02.33] He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\n[01:05.02] This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\n[01:07.82] And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n[01:10.59] I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n[01:13.21] I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n[01:15.93] I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n[01:18.67] My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n[01:22.45] Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n[01:24.72] Look, look, look\n[01:26.82] Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n[01:28.38] Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n[01:29.59] I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n[01:32.00] Kill you then bring your parents\n[01:33.13] Back together, like marriage split 'em\n[01:34.76] Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n[01:37.36] You cats more like kitty litter-\n[01:38.89] Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n[01:40.92] I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n[01:43.68] In order for you to beat me\n[01:44.88] Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n[01:47.16] And even then- look, look\n[01:48.63] I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n[01:51.23] Real as it gets, must be bananas\n[01:52.64] And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n[01:54.17] Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n[01:55.45] But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n[01:56.89] Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n[01:58.18] I heard you were special, like give him a note\n[01:59.53] Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n[02:02.46] Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n[02:05.40] They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n[02:08.07] Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n[02:09.38] Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n[02:10.82] \n[02:15.81] Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n[02:18.77] I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n[02:21.40] I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n[02:24.35] I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n[02:26.94] Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n[02:29.55] I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n[02:32.27] Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n[02:34.97] But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n[02:37.64] They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n[02:40.37] Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n[02:43.17] I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n[02:45.98] I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n[02:48.63] I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n[02:51.73] Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n[02:54.28] Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n[02:56.76] Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n[03:04.42] Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n[03:06.47] Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n[03:08.32] Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n[03:10.96] I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n[03:13.60] Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n[03:14.97] Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n[03:16.63] Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n[03:17.76] And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n[03:19.06] I don't even got a big boy job\n[03:20.31] But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n[03:21.89] I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n[03:23.23] Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n[03:24.72] I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n[03:25.87] Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n[03:27.62] I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n[03:30.13] Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n[03:32.84] It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n[03:35.53] Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n[03:38.69] Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n[03:40.89] I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n[03:43.79] My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n[03:46.36] If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n[03:49.26] Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n[03:52.73] On mothers\n[03:54.74] Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n[03:57.34] But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n[04:00.02] You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n[04:02.97] How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n[04:05.68] I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n[04:08.00] Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n[04:10.74] It'd take two hours to dig it out\n[04:12.80] I got your chick cumming so long\n[04:14.67] She still squirting while I kick her out\n[04:16.56] It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n[04:19.07] At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n[04:21.77] DC-born, and PG-raised\n[04:24.23] I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n[04:26.90] I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n[04:29.73] You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n[04:32.50] I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n[04:35.22] 'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n[04:38.13] Yeah\n[04:38.84] You already know what it is\n[04:40.04] I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n[04:43.21] I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n[04:46.26] Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n[04:48.98] It's psychological to have these minor goals\n[04:51.46] Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n[04:54.19] That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n[04:57.17] And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n[04:59.85] Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n[05:02.28] One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n[05:05.25] YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n[05:07.72] Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n[05:10.42] Been in the field, so\n[05:11.38] They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n[05:13.67] Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n[05:16.34] Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n[05:18.86] Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n[05:21.76] Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n[05:24.55] No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n[05:27.00] Look\n[05:28.66] The name is Carly X, by the way\n[05:30.81] Hah, look\n[05:33.07] I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n[05:35.53] Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n[05:38.28] Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n[05:40.81] You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n[05:43.64] Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n[05:46.32] If you love your kid\n[05:47.41] Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n[05:49.26] If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n[05:51.96] Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n[05:54.75] Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n[05:56.91] Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n[05:59.77] Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n[06:02.32] Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n[06:03.79] Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n[06:05.63] I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n[06:08.22] Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n[06:10.87] Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n[06:13.69] I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n[06:17.50] Yo\n[06:21.81] My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n[06:24.22] Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n[06:27.22] I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n[06:30.00] Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n[06:32.59] I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n[06:35.36] I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n[06:38.36] I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n[06:40.84] I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n[06:43.51] Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n[06:46.27] Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n[06:49.01] But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n[06:51.92] A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n[06:54.74] Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n[06:57.14] That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n[06:59.81] I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n[07:02.45] Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n[07:06.58] This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n[07:08.43] Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n[07:10.56] I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n[07:13.25] That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n[07:16.09] As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n[07:18.72] Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n[07:21.66] Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n[07:22.97] And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n[07:24.45] Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n[07:27.26] We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n[07:28.70] Week, make 'em want to still believe\n[07:30.27] That we all will achieve through our\n[07:31.43] Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n[07:32.60] On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n[07:34.37] Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n[07:36.15] Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n[07:37.72] Even still I'm really young, but\n[07:38.30] Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n[07:40.55] Like here's my goatee\n[07:41.61] Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n[07:43.17] You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n[07:44.41] Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n[07:46.26] Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n[07:47.88] The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n[07:49.29] And I'm armed with a gat,\n[07:50.37] Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n[07:52.10] They sigh for your cypher,\n[07:52.83] My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n[07:55.41] Skoodwidit!\n[07:58.41] Uh, now they know that we planning\n[08:00.38] Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n[08:02.20] Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n[08:05.25] It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n[08:07.25] Nevertheless\n[08:07.95] Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n[08:10.85] Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n[08:13.38] I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n[08:16.12] Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n[08:18.72] The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n[08:21.83] They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n[08:23.38] I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n[08:24.63] One click got 'em sick\n[08:25.00] Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n[08:26.42] Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n[08:28.13] When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n[08:29.68] My saliva is similar to molten lava\n[08:30.97] Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n[08:32.25] Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n[08:34.79] Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n[08:37.44] .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n[08:40.17] When Crypt had sent the beat\n[08:41.26] I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n[08:43.35] Kufis!\n[08:46.03] Sheesh!\n[08:48.06] Yo\n[08:48.75] Lemme start it off- if you\n[08:50.20] Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n[08:51.76] These rappers talking hard, but\n[08:53.08] They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n[08:54.61] Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n[08:57.38] I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n[09:00.05] Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n[09:02.61] Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n[09:05.54] I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n[09:08.11] I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n[09:10.77] I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n[09:13.89] My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n[09:16.49] I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n[09:19.29] So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n[09:20.53] My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n[09:22.43] Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n[09:24.58] I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n[09:25.95] Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n[09:27.24] Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n[09:29.60] I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n[09:34.99] Sheesh!\n[09:37.82] I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n[09:40.89] Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n[09:43.55] Nobody dope with the pen like me\n[09:45.02] Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n[09:46.21] Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n[09:47.62] Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n[09:48.99] Who's next? Want beef?\n[09:49.57] Get addressed by me\n[09:50.65] Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n[09:51.84] You can S my D tryna flex like me\n[09:53.01] With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n[09:54.55] Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n[09:57.00] Y'all slept on me\n[09:58.08] So I felt like we should finish\n[09:58.96] What we started till you rest in peace\n[09:59.98] It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n[10:01.34] Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n[10:02.68] Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n[10:04.02] Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n[10:05.35] Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n[10:06.76] Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n[10:08.01] In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n[10:09.55] Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n[10:10.85] I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n[10:12.13] I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n[10:13.78] If anybody thinking they ill as me\n[10:15.04] I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n[10:16.39] The pen in me is not no friend of me\n[10:17.32] But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n[10:19.05] Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n[10:20.69] I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n[10:21.95] Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n[10:23.33] Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n[10:24.63] Take a look around\n[10:25.38] I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n[10:27.25] First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n[10:29.66] Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n[10:32.67] Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n[10:35.02] But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n[10:38.02] 'Cause when they ain't get picked\n[10:39.01] They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n[10:40.74] I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n[10:43.86] They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n[10:46.42] But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n[10:49.12] Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n[10:51.73] With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n[10:54.12] From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n[10:57.07] 'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n[10:59.92] All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n[11:02.53] Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n[11:05.33] I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n[11:08.08] I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n[11:10.65] Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n[11:13.59] But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n[11:16.24] Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n[11:19.09] It's a hobby\n[11:19.57] Probably show up at your door and\n[11:20.98] Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n[11:22.88] Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n[11:24.00] Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n[11:25.53] Then they be acting so innocent in my\n[11:26.37] Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n[11:28.06] Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n[11:29.36] Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n[11:30.61] Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n[11:32.34] Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n[11:33.82] I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n[11:35.37] And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n[11:36.61] And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n[11:38.05] Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n[11:40.28] Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n[11:41.83] But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n[11:43.29] Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n[11:45.75] 'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n[11:48.76] Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n[11:51.51] I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n[11:54.18] I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n[11:56.97] Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n[11:59.79] Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n[12:02.31] Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n[12:04.80] Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n[12:07.72] And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n[12:10.49] If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n[12:13.46] To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n[12:16.12] Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n[12:18.73] Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n[12:21.45] I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n[12:24.10] Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n[12:27.11] So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n[12:29.64] Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n[12:36.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 (feat. 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Let's clear it\n  start_ms: 88380\n  end_ms: 89590\n- text: I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n  start_ms: 89590\n  end_ms: 92000\n- text: Kill you then bring your parents\n  start_ms: 92000\n  end_ms: 93130\n- text: Back together, like marriage split 'em\n  start_ms: 93130\n  end_ms: 94760\n- text: Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n  start_ms: 94760\n  end_ms: 97360\n- text: You cats more like kitty litter-\n  start_ms: 97360\n  end_ms: 98890\n- text: Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n  start_ms: 98890\n  end_ms: 100920\n- text: I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n  start_ms: 100920\n  end_ms: 103680\n- text: In order for you to beat me\n  start_ms: 103680\n  end_ms: 104880\n- text: Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n  start_ms: 104880\n  end_ms: 107160\n- text: And even then- look, look\n  start_ms: 107160\n  end_ms: 108630\n- text: I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n  start_ms: 108630\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: Real as it gets, must be bananas\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 112640\n- text: And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n  start_ms: 112640\n  end_ms: 114170\n- text: Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n  start_ms: 114170\n  end_ms: 115450\n- text: But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n  start_ms: 115450\n  end_ms: 116890\n- text: Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n  start_ms: 116890\n  end_ms: 118180\n- text: I heard you were special, like give him a note\n  start_ms: 118180\n  end_ms: 119530\n- text: Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n  start_ms: 119530\n  end_ms: 122460\n- text: Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n  start_ms: 122460\n  end_ms: 125400\n- text: They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n  start_ms: 125400\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129380\n- text: Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n  start_ms: 129380\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 135810\n- text: Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n  start_ms: 135810\n  end_ms: 138770\n- text: I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n  start_ms: 138770\n  end_ms: 141400\n- text: I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n  start_ms: 141400\n  end_ms: 144350\n- text: I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n  start_ms: 144350\n  end_ms: 146940\n- text: Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n  start_ms: 146940\n  end_ms: 149550\n- text: I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n  start_ms: 149550\n  end_ms: 152270\n- text: Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n  start_ms: 152270\n  end_ms: 154970\n- text: But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n  start_ms: 154970\n  end_ms: 157640\n- text: They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n  start_ms: 157640\n  end_ms: 160370\n- text: Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n  start_ms: 160370\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 165980\n- text: I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n  start_ms: 165980\n  end_ms: 168630\n- text: I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n  start_ms: 168630\n  end_ms: 171730\n- text: Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n  start_ms: 171730\n  end_ms: 174280\n- text: Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n  start_ms: 174280\n  end_ms: 176760\n- text: Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n  start_ms: 176760\n  end_ms: 184420\n- text: Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n  start_ms: 184420\n  end_ms: 186470\n- text: Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n  start_ms: 186470\n  end_ms: 188320\n- text: Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n  start_ms: 188320\n  end_ms: 190960\n- text: I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n  start_ms: 190960\n  end_ms: 193600\n- text: Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n  start_ms: 193600\n  end_ms: 194970\n- text: Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n  start_ms: 194970\n  end_ms: 196630\n- text: Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n  start_ms: 196630\n  end_ms: 197760\n- text: And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n  start_ms: 197760\n  end_ms: 199060\n- text: I don't even got a big boy job\n  start_ms: 199060\n  end_ms: 200310\n- text: But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n  start_ms: 200310\n  end_ms: 201890\n- text: I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n  start_ms: 201890\n  end_ms: 203230\n- text: Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n  start_ms: 203230\n  end_ms: 204720\n- text: I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n  start_ms: 204720\n  end_ms: 205870\n- text: Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n  start_ms: 205870\n  end_ms: 207620\n- text: I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n  start_ms: 207620\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 212840\n- text: It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n  start_ms: 212840\n  end_ms: 215530\n- text: Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n  start_ms: 215530\n  end_ms: 218690\n- text: Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n  start_ms: 218690\n  end_ms: 220890\n- text: I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n  start_ms: 220890\n  end_ms: 223790\n- text: My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n  start_ms: 223790\n  end_ms: 226360\n- text: If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n  start_ms: 226360\n  end_ms: 229260\n- text: Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n  start_ms: 229260\n  end_ms: 232730\n- text: On mothers\n  start_ms: 232730\n  end_ms: 234740\n- text: Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n  start_ms: 234740\n  end_ms: 237340\n- text: But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n  start_ms: 237340\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242970\n- text: How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n  start_ms: 242970\n  end_ms: 245680\n- text: I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n  start_ms: 245680\n  end_ms: 248000\n- text: Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n  start_ms: 248000\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: It'd take two hours to dig it out\n  start_ms: 250740\n  end_ms: 252800\n- text: I got your chick cumming so long\n  start_ms: 252800\n  end_ms: 254670\n- text: She still squirting while I kick her out\n  start_ms: 254670\n  end_ms: 256560\n- text: It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n  start_ms: 256560\n  end_ms: 259070\n- text: At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n  start_ms: 259070\n  end_ms: 261770\n- text: DC-born, and PG-raised\n  start_ms: 261770\n  end_ms: 264230\n- text: I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n  start_ms: 264230\n  end_ms: 266900\n- text: I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n  start_ms: 266900\n  end_ms: 269730\n- text: You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n  start_ms: 269730\n  end_ms: 272500\n- text: I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n  start_ms: 272500\n  end_ms: 275220\n- text: '''Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas'\n  start_ms: 275220\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 278840\n- text: You already know what it is\n  start_ms: 278840\n  end_ms: 280040\n- text: I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n  start_ms: 280040\n  end_ms: 283210\n- text: I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n  start_ms: 283210\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 288980\n- text: It's psychological to have these minor goals\n  start_ms: 288980\n  end_ms: 291460\n- text: Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n  start_ms: 291460\n  end_ms: 294190\n- text: That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n  start_ms: 294190\n  end_ms: 297170\n- text: And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n  start_ms: 297170\n  end_ms: 299850\n- text: Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n  start_ms: 299850\n  end_ms: 302280\n- text: One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n  start_ms: 302280\n  end_ms: 305250\n- text: YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n  start_ms: 305250\n  end_ms: 307720\n- text: Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n  start_ms: 307720\n  end_ms: 310420\n- text: Been in the field, so\n  start_ms: 310420\n  end_ms: 311380\n- text: They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n  start_ms: 311380\n  end_ms: 313670\n- text: Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n  start_ms: 313670\n  end_ms: 316340\n- text: Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n  start_ms: 316340\n  end_ms: 318860\n- text: Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n  start_ms: 318860\n  end_ms: 321760\n- text: Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n  start_ms: 321760\n  end_ms: 324550\n- text: No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n  start_ms: 324550\n  end_ms: 327000\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 327000\n  end_ms: 328660\n- text: The name is Carly X, by the way\n  start_ms: 328660\n  end_ms: 330810\n- text: Hah, look\n  start_ms: 330810\n  end_ms: 333070\n- text: I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n  start_ms: 333070\n  end_ms: 335530\n- text: Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n  start_ms: 335530\n  end_ms: 338280\n- text: Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n  start_ms: 338280\n  end_ms: 340810\n- text: You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n  start_ms: 340810\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 346320\n- text: If you love your kid\n  start_ms: 346320\n  end_ms: 347410\n- text: Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n  start_ms: 347410\n  end_ms: 349260\n- text: If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n  start_ms: 349260\n  end_ms: 351960\n- text: Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n  start_ms: 351960\n  end_ms: 354750\n- text: Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n  start_ms: 354750\n  end_ms: 356910\n- text: Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n  start_ms: 356910\n  end_ms: 359770\n- text: Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n  start_ms: 359770\n  end_ms: 362320\n- text: Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n  start_ms: 362320\n  end_ms: 363790\n- text: Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n  start_ms: 363790\n  end_ms: 365630\n- text: I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n  start_ms: 365630\n  end_ms: 368220\n- text: Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n  start_ms: 368220\n  end_ms: 370870\n- text: Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n  start_ms: 370870\n  end_ms: 373690\n- text: I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n  start_ms: 373690\n  end_ms: 377500\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 377500\n  end_ms: 381810\n- text: My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n  start_ms: 381810\n  end_ms: 384220\n- text: Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n  start_ms: 384220\n  end_ms: 387220\n- text: I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n  start_ms: 387220\n  end_ms: 390000\n- text: Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n  start_ms: 390000\n  end_ms: 392590\n- text: I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n  start_ms: 392590\n  end_ms: 395360\n- text: I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n  start_ms: 395360\n  end_ms: 398360\n- text: I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n  start_ms: 398360\n  end_ms: 400840\n- text: I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n  start_ms: 400840\n  end_ms: 403510\n- text: Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n  start_ms: 403510\n  end_ms: 406270\n- text: Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n  start_ms: 406270\n  end_ms: 409010\n- text: But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n  start_ms: 409010\n  end_ms: 411920\n- text: A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n  start_ms: 411920\n  end_ms: 414740\n- text: Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n  start_ms: 414740\n  end_ms: 417140\n- text: That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n  start_ms: 417140\n  end_ms: 419810\n- text: I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n  start_ms: 419810\n  end_ms: 422450\n- text: Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n  start_ms: 422450\n  end_ms: 426580\n- text: This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n  start_ms: 426580\n  end_ms: 428430\n- text: Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n  start_ms: 428430\n  end_ms: 430560\n- text: I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n  start_ms: 430560\n  end_ms: 433250\n- text: That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n  start_ms: 433250\n  end_ms: 436090\n- text: As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n  start_ms: 436090\n  end_ms: 438720\n- text: Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n  start_ms: 438720\n  end_ms: 441660\n- text: Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n  start_ms: 441660\n  end_ms: 442970\n- text: And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n  start_ms: 442970\n  end_ms: 444450\n- text: Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n  start_ms: 444450\n  end_ms: 447260\n- text: We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n  start_ms: 447260\n  end_ms: 448700\n- text: Week, make 'em want to still believe\n  start_ms: 448700\n  end_ms: 450270\n- text: That we all will achieve through our\n  start_ms: 450270\n  end_ms: 451430\n- text: Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n  start_ms: 451430\n  end_ms: 452600\n- text: On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n  start_ms: 452600\n  end_ms: 454370\n- text: Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n  start_ms: 454370\n  end_ms: 456150\n- text: Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n  start_ms: 456150\n  end_ms: 457720\n- text: Even still I'm really young, but\n  start_ms: 457720\n  end_ms: 458300\n- text: Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n  start_ms: 458300\n  end_ms: 460550\n- text: Like here's my goatee\n  start_ms: 460550\n  end_ms: 461610\n- text: Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n  start_ms: 461610\n  end_ms: 463170\n- text: You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n  start_ms: 463170\n  end_ms: 464410\n- text: Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n  start_ms: 464410\n  end_ms: 466260\n- text: Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n  start_ms: 466260\n  end_ms: 467880\n- text: The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n  start_ms: 467880\n  end_ms: 469290\n- text: And I'm armed with a gat,\n  start_ms: 469290\n  end_ms: 470370\n- text: Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n  start_ms: 470370\n  end_ms: 472100\n- text: They sigh for your cypher,\n  start_ms: 472100\n  end_ms: 472830\n- text: My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n  start_ms: 472830\n  end_ms: 475410\n- text: Skoodwidit!\n  start_ms: 475410\n  end_ms: 478410\n- text: Uh, now they know that we planning\n  start_ms: 478410\n  end_ms: 480380\n- text: Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n  start_ms: 480380\n  end_ms: 482200\n- text: Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n  start_ms: 482200\n  end_ms: 485250\n- text: It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n  start_ms: 485250\n  end_ms: 487250\n- text: Nevertheless\n  start_ms: 487250\n  end_ms: 487950\n- text: Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n  start_ms: 487950\n  end_ms: 490850\n- text: Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n  start_ms: 490850\n  end_ms: 493380\n- text: I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n  start_ms: 493380\n  end_ms: 496120\n- text: Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n  start_ms: 496120\n  end_ms: 498720\n- text: The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n  start_ms: 498720\n  end_ms: 501830\n- text: They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n  start_ms: 501830\n  end_ms: 503380\n- text: I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n  start_ms: 503380\n  end_ms: 504630\n- text: One click got 'em sick\n  start_ms: 504630\n  end_ms: 505000\n- text: Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n  start_ms: 505000\n  end_ms: 506420\n- text: Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n  start_ms: 506420\n  end_ms: 508130\n- text: When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n  start_ms: 508130\n  end_ms: 509680\n- text: My saliva is similar to molten lava\n  start_ms: 509680\n  end_ms: 510970\n- text: Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n  start_ms: 510970\n  end_ms: 512250\n- text: Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n  start_ms: 512250\n  end_ms: 514790\n- text: Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n  start_ms: 514790\n  end_ms: 517440\n- text: .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n  start_ms: 517440\n  end_ms: 520170\n- text: When Crypt had sent the beat\n  start_ms: 520170\n  end_ms: 521260\n- text: I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n  start_ms: 521260\n  end_ms: 523350\n- text: Kufis!\n  start_ms: 523350\n  end_ms: 526030\n- text: Sheesh!\n  start_ms: 526030\n  end_ms: 528060\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 528060\n  end_ms: 528750\n- text: Lemme start it off- if you\n  start_ms: 528750\n  end_ms: 530200\n- text: Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n  start_ms: 530200\n  end_ms: 531760\n- text: These rappers talking hard, but\n  start_ms: 531760\n  end_ms: 533080\n- text: They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n  start_ms: 533080\n  end_ms: 534610\n- text: Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n  start_ms: 534610\n  end_ms: 537380\n- text: I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n  start_ms: 537380\n  end_ms: 540050\n- text: Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n  start_ms: 540050\n  end_ms: 542610\n- text: Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n  start_ms: 542610\n  end_ms: 545540\n- text: I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n  start_ms: 545540\n  end_ms: 548110\n- text: I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n  start_ms: 548110\n  end_ms: 550770\n- text: I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n  start_ms: 550770\n  end_ms: 553890\n- text: My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n  start_ms: 553890\n  end_ms: 556490\n- text: I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n  start_ms: 556490\n  end_ms: 559290\n- text: So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n  start_ms: 559290\n  end_ms: 560530\n- text: My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n  start_ms: 560530\n  end_ms: 562430\n- text: Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n  start_ms: 562430\n  end_ms: 564580\n- text: I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n  start_ms: 564580\n  end_ms: 565950\n- text: Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n  start_ms: 565950\n  end_ms: 567240\n- text: Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n  start_ms: 567240\n  end_ms: 569600\n- text: I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n  start_ms: 569600\n  end_ms: 574990\n- text: Sheesh!\n  start_ms: 574990\n  end_ms: 577820\n- text: I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n  start_ms: 577820\n  end_ms: 580890\n- text: Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n  start_ms: 580890\n  end_ms: 583550\n- text: Nobody dope with the pen like me\n  start_ms: 583550\n  end_ms: 585020\n- text: Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n  start_ms: 585020\n  end_ms: 586210\n- text: Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n  start_ms: 586210\n  end_ms: 587620\n- text: Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n  start_ms: 587620\n  end_ms: 588990\n- text: Who's next? Want beef?\n  start_ms: 588990\n  end_ms: 589570\n- text: Get addressed by me\n  start_ms: 589570\n  end_ms: 590650\n- text: Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n  start_ms: 590650\n  end_ms: 591840\n- text: You can S my D tryna flex like me\n  start_ms: 591840\n  end_ms: 593010\n- text: With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n  start_ms: 593010\n  end_ms: 594550\n- text: Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n  start_ms: 594550\n  end_ms: 597000\n- text: Y'all slept on me\n  start_ms: 597000\n  end_ms: 598080\n- text: So I felt like we should finish\n  start_ms: 598080\n  end_ms: 598960\n- text: What we started till you rest in peace\n  start_ms: 598960\n  end_ms: 599980\n- text: It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n  start_ms: 599980\n  end_ms: 601340\n- text: Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n  start_ms: 601340\n  end_ms: 602680\n- text: Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n  start_ms: 602680\n  end_ms: 604020\n- text: Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n  start_ms: 604020\n  end_ms: 605350\n- text: Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n  start_ms: 605350\n  end_ms: 606760\n- text: Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n  start_ms: 606760\n  end_ms: 608010\n- text: In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n  start_ms: 608010\n  end_ms: 609550\n- text: Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n  start_ms: 609550\n  end_ms: 610850\n- text: I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n  start_ms: 610850\n  end_ms: 612130\n- text: I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n  start_ms: 612130\n  end_ms: 613780\n- text: If anybody thinking they ill as me\n  start_ms: 613780\n  end_ms: 615040\n- text: I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n  start_ms: 615040\n  end_ms: 616390\n- text: The pen in me is not no friend of me\n  start_ms: 616390\n  end_ms: 617320\n- text: But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n  start_ms: 617320\n  end_ms: 619050\n- text: Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n  start_ms: 619050\n  end_ms: 620690\n- text: I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n  start_ms: 620690\n  end_ms: 621950\n- text: Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n  start_ms: 621950\n  end_ms: 623330\n- text: Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n  start_ms: 623330\n  end_ms: 624630\n- text: Take a look around\n  start_ms: 624630\n  end_ms: 625380\n- text: I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n  start_ms: 625380\n  end_ms: 627250\n- text: First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n  start_ms: 627250\n  end_ms: 629660\n- text: Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n  start_ms: 629660\n  end_ms: 632670\n- text: Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n  start_ms: 632670\n  end_ms: 635020\n- text: But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n  start_ms: 635020\n  end_ms: 638020\n- text: '''Cause when they ain''t get picked'\n  start_ms: 638020\n  end_ms: 639010\n- text: They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n  start_ms: 639010\n  end_ms: 640740\n- text: I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n  start_ms: 640740\n  end_ms: 643860\n- text: They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n  start_ms: 643860\n  end_ms: 646420\n- text: But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n  start_ms: 646420\n  end_ms: 649120\n- text: Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n  start_ms: 649120\n  end_ms: 651730\n- text: With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n  start_ms: 651730\n  end_ms: 654120\n- text: From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n  start_ms: 654120\n  end_ms: 657070\n- text: '''Cause I''ll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper'\n  start_ms: 657070\n  end_ms: 659920\n- text: All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n  start_ms: 659920\n  end_ms: 662530\n- text: Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n  start_ms: 662530\n  end_ms: 665330\n- text: I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n  start_ms: 665330\n  end_ms: 668080\n- text: I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n  start_ms: 668080\n  end_ms: 670650\n- text: Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n  start_ms: 670650\n  end_ms: 673590\n- text: But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n  start_ms: 673590\n  end_ms: 676240\n- text: Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n  start_ms: 676240\n  end_ms: 679090\n- text: It's a hobby\n  start_ms: 679090\n  end_ms: 679570\n- text: Probably show up at your door and\n  start_ms: 679570\n  end_ms: 680980\n- text: Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n  start_ms: 680980\n  end_ms: 682880\n- text: Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n  start_ms: 682880\n  end_ms: 684000\n- text: Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n  start_ms: 684000\n  end_ms: 685530\n- text: Then they be acting so innocent in my\n  start_ms: 685530\n  end_ms: 686370\n- text: Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n  start_ms: 686370\n  end_ms: 688060\n- text: Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n  start_ms: 688060\n  end_ms: 689360\n- text: Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n  start_ms: 689360\n  end_ms: 690610\n- text: Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n  start_ms: 690610\n  end_ms: 692340\n- text: Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n  start_ms: 692340\n  end_ms: 693820\n- text: I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n  start_ms: 693820\n  end_ms: 695370\n- text: And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n  start_ms: 695370\n  end_ms: 696610\n- text: And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n  start_ms: 696610\n  end_ms: 698050\n- text: Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n  start_ms: 698050\n  end_ms: 700280\n- text: Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n  start_ms: 700280\n  end_ms: 701830\n- text: But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n  start_ms: 701830\n  end_ms: 703290\n- text: Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n  start_ms: 703290\n  end_ms: 705750\n- text: '''Fore I leave you with no life, and I don''t mean Shaq'\n  start_ms: 705750\n  end_ms: 708760\n- text: Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n  start_ms: 708760\n  end_ms: 711510\n- text: I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n  start_ms: 711510\n  end_ms: 714180\n- text: I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n  start_ms: 714180\n  end_ms: 716970\n- text: Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n  start_ms: 716970\n  end_ms: 719790\n- text: Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n  start_ms: 719790\n  end_ms: 722310\n- text: Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n  start_ms: 722310\n  end_ms: 724800\n- text: Shaq always been a real one, so, they 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end_ms: 756400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 756400\nplain: |-\n  Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n  To the studio, straight from the crypt\n  Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\n  Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n\n  I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\n  Got bars like a gym, this light look close\n  I don't even break a sweat while squatting it\n  I took off just like a rocket ship-\n  This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\n  Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\n  Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n\n  My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\n  That's three times two\n  That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\n  Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\n  OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n\n  I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\n  Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\n  When they all thought I left\n  I was right in the heart of it\n  I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\n  Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\n  I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\n  I am ominous- if you think that I\n  Am a human, then show me the documents\n  If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\n  I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\n  I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\n  All the shit you do to repair what is\n  Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n\n  I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\n  He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\n  This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\n  And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n  I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n  I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n  I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n  My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n\n  Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n  Look, look, look\n\n  Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n  Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n  I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n  Kill you then bring your parents\n  Back together, like marriage split 'em\n  Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n  You cats more like kitty litter-\n\n  Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n  I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n  In order for you to beat me\n  Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n  And even then- look, look\n\n  I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n  Real as it gets, must be bananas\n  And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n  Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n  But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n  Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n  I heard you were special, like give him a note\n  Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n  Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n  They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n  Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n  Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n\n  Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n  I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n  I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n  I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n\n  Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n  I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n  Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n  But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n  They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n\n  Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n  I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n  I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n\n  I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n  Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n  Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n  Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n\n  Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n  Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n  Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n  I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n  Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n  Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n\n  Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n  And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n  I don't even got a big boy job\n  But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n  I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n  Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n  I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n  Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n\n  I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n  Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n  It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n  Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n\n  Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n  I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n  My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n  If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n\n  Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n  On mothers\n\n  Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n  But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n  You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n  How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n\n  I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n  Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n  It'd take two hours to dig it out\n  I got your chick cumming so long\n  She still squirting while I kick her out\n\n  It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n  At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n  DC-born, and PG-raised\n  I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n  I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n  You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n  I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n  'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n\n  Yeah\n  You already know what it is\n  I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n\n  I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n  Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n  It's psychological to have these minor goals\n  Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n\n  That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n  And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n  Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n  One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n\n  YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n  Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n  Been in the field, so\n  They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n  Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n\n  Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n  Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n  Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n  No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n\n  Look\n  The name is Carly X, by the way\n  Hah, look\n\n  I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n  Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n  Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n  You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n\n  Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n  If you love your kid\n  Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n  If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n  Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n\n  Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n  Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n  Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n  Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n  Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n\n  I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n  Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n  Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n  I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n\n  Yo\n\n  My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n  Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n  I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n  Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n\n  I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n  I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n  I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n  I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n\n  Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n  Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n  But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n  A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n\n  Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n  That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n  I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n  Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n\n  This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n  Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n\n  I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n  That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n  As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n  Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n\n  Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n  And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n  Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n  We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n  Week, make 'em want to still believe\n  That we all will achieve through our\n  Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n  On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n  Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n  Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n  Even still I'm really young, but\n  Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n\n  Like here's my goatee\n  Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n  You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n  Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n  Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n  The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n  And I'm armed with a gat,\n  Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n  They sigh for your cypher,\n  My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n\n  Skoodwidit!\n\n  Uh, now they know that we planning\n  Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n  Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n  It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n  Nevertheless\n  Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n  Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n  I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n  Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n  The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n\n  They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n  I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n  One click got 'em sick\n  Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n  Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n  When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n  My saliva is similar to molten lava\n  Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n\n  Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n  Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n  .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n  When Crypt had sent the beat\n  I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n  Kufis!\n\n  Sheesh!\n  Yo\n\n  Lemme start it off- if you\n  Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n  These rappers talking hard, but\n  They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n  Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n  I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n\n  Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n  Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n  I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n  I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n\n  I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n  My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n  I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n  So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n  My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n\n  Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n  I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n  Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n  Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n  I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n\n  Sheesh!\n\n  I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n  Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n  Nobody dope with the pen like me\n  Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n  Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n  Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n  Who's next? Want beef?\n  Get addressed by me\n\n  Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n  You can S my D tryna flex like me\n  With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n  Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n  Y'all slept on me\n\n  So I felt like we should finish\n  What we started till you rest in peace\n  It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n  Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n  Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n  Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n  Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n  Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n  In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n  Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n\n  I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n  I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n  If anybody thinking they ill as me\n  I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n  The pen in me is not no friend of me\n  But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n  Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n  I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n\n  Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n  Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n  Take a look around\n  I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n\n  First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n  Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n  Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n  But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n  'Cause when they ain't get picked\n  They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n  I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n  They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n  But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n\n  Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n  With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n  From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n  'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n\n  All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n  Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n  I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n  I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n\n  Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n  But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n  Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n  It's a hobby\n  Probably show up at your door and\n  Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n\n  Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n  Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n  Then they be acting so innocent in my\n  Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n  Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n  Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n  Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n\n  Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n  I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n  And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n  And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n  Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n  Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n  But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n  Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n  'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n\n  Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n  I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n  I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n  Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n\n  Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n  Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n  Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n  And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n\n  If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n  To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n  Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n  Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n\n  I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n  Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n  So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n  Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n"},{"id":4624924,"name":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 (feat. 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Dax, Merkules, Futuristic, Ekoh, NoLifeShaq, 100kufis, Samad Savage, Carly X, Ashtin Larold, Crank Lucas, D.I.L.E.M.A., Feral the Earthworm & King Blitz) - EP","duration":761.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\nTo the studio, straight from the crypt\nLocked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\nCan get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n\nI'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\nGot bars like a gym, this light look close\nI don't even break a sweat while squatting it\nI took off just like a rocket ship-\nThis beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\nCosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\nRap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n\nMy rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\nThat's three times two\nThat's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\nShoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\nOG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n\nI can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\nLike I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\nWhen they all thought I left\nI was right in the heart of it\nI can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\nScientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\nI don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\nI am ominous- if you think that I\nAm a human, then show me the documents\nIf you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\nI don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\nI don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\nAll the shit you do to repair what is\nWeighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n\nI don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\nHe made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\nThis rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\nAnd now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\nI tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\nI'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\nI can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\nMy work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n\nStay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\nLook, look, look\n\nAnybody wanna try me, I dare it\nTryna get a sample? Let's clear it\nI whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\nKill you then bring your parents\nBack together, like marriage split 'em\nFlowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\nYou cats more like kitty litter-\n\nKnow that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\nI'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\nIn order for you to beat me\nLiterally have to provide me the instrumental\nAnd even then- look, look\n\nI'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\nReal as it gets, must be bananas\nAnd don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\nHearing them talking like they want the smoke\nBut, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\nOh, you a comedian? Might need a special\nI heard you were special, like give him a note\nCausing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\nSmoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\nThey panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\nReally don't bother me, fuck your apologies\nFollow me, follow me, follow me, King\n\nHeyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\nI been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\nI'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\nI could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n\nDon't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\nI took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\nThen people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\nBut, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\nThey say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n\nJust 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\nI'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\nI'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n\nI'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\nPowerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\nBeen here since day one, you are not on my level\nSome things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n\nYeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\nOnto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\nStarted acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\nI'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\nFuck rap, when I'm on tour\nWell then I'm holding up convenience stores\n\nLet 'em know that I kill it with the flow\nAnd the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\nI don't even got a big boy job\nBut I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\nI know don't nobody wanna say shit\nDownload skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\nI been doing work, never getting a vacation\nBack on the grind, every time it's amazing\n\nI just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\nMusic so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\nIt's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\nThink you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n\nYeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\nI'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\nMy mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\nIf I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n\nCrank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\nOn mothers\n\nMonotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\nBut, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\nYou ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\nHow you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n\nI got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\nGot a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\nIt'd take two hours to dig it out\nI got your chick cumming so long\nShe still squirting while I kick her out\n\nIt's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\nAt this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\nDC-born, and PG-raised\nI'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\nI'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\nYou the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\nI'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n\nYeah\nYou already know what it is\nI break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n\nI go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\nMusic stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\nIt's psychological to have these minor goals\nDig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n\nThat green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\nAnd the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\nYo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\nOne call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n\nYouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\nLet it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\nBeen in the field, so\nThey sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\nStill with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n\nWords nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\nUppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\nShoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\nNo jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n\nLook\nThe name is Carly X, by the way\nHah, look\n\nI think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\nCrypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\nCame to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\nYou weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n\nWelcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\nIf you love your kid\nDon't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\nIf they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\nTrust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n\nHuh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\nLet me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\nY'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\nThen I turn 'em purple and blue\nJust like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n\nI'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\nFlow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\nTop five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\nI ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n\nYo\n\nMy goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\nDon't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\nI'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\nMake music every day, get to chill with my family\n\nI'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\nI live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\nI don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\nI've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n\nYet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\nAlways on the stage like some overconfident musician\nBut, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\nA yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n\nAbstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\nThat I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\nI'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\nBecause I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n\nThis is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\nCrypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n\nI'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\nThat they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\nAs they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\nUnstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n\nEmcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\nAnd do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\nImitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\nWe spill a soliloquy as we heel the\nWeek, make 'em want to still believe\nThat we all will achieve through our\nSkills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\nOn the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\nSpeak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\nOf the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\nEven still I'm really young, but\nGot no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n\nLike here's my goatee\nOnly right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\nYou could find me in the cut on the East side in a\nMean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\nOf the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\nThe form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\nAnd I'm armed with a gat,\nGet along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\nThey sigh for your cypher,\nMy side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n\nSkoodwidit!\n\nUh, now they know that we planning\nSomething, the planet is hitting the panic button\nTry calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\nIt's nothing to make you fold under pressure\nNevertheless\nSomething special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\nLecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\nI lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\nUse the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\nThe beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n\nThey know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\nI rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\nOne click got 'em sick\nLike Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\nGet shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\nWhen I ride through your block in a shopping cart\nMy saliva is similar to molten lava\nY'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n\nWanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\nOf course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n.40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\nWhen Crypt had sent the beat\nI know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\nKufis!\n\nSheesh!\nYo\n\nLemme start it off- if you\nRecreating troops, then you should call 'em off\nThese rappers talking hard, but\nThey sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\nSick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\nI'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n\nNever need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\nEvery time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\nI puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\nI cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n\nI'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\nMy lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\nI got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\nSo, when you ask me what I'm doing\nMy response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n\nPunchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\nI'm talking 'bout the ones if they\nHit you, they would'a broke your jaw\nBack to the rap shit, I needed a break\nI see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n\nSheesh!\n\nI was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\nNow, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\nNobody dope with the pen like me\nLeave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\nGotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\nLike fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\nWho's next? Want beef?\nGet addressed by me\n\nFuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\nYou can S my D tryna flex like me\nWith these kinda bars, we expect ID's\nTry to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\nY'all slept on me\n\nSo I felt like we should finish\nWhat we started till you rest in peace\nIt's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\nGet the chills when I kill all these children for fun\nEvery lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\nEverybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\nOh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\nGot a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\nIn the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\nHad to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n\nI'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\nI'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\nIf anybody thinking they ill as me\nI'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\nThe pen in me is not no friend of me\nBut eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\nY'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\nI hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n\nAin't nobody fucking with the kid right\nNow, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\nTake a look around\nI'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n\nFirst off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\nCypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\nCypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\nBut, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n'Cause when they ain't get picked\nThey start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\nI got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\nThey only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\nBut when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n\nDamn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\nWith all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\nFrom here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n\nAll you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\nHeart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\nI'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\nI'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n\nThen, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\nBut this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\nOh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\nIt's a hobby\nProbably show up at your door and\nGet to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n\nEverybody wanna try to be subtle when\nDissing until they get caught-caught-caught\nThen they be acting so innocent in my\nVicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\nThen the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\nDon't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\nThen I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n\nThen I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\nI know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\nAnd anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\nAnd I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\nCheck the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\nBitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\nBut you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\nTake this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n\nLook, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\nI got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\nI got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\nNow, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n\nFinish dat man, finish dat on the beat\nCrypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\nShaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\nAnd I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n\nIf we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\nTo ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\nConcealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\nDon't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n\nI'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\nSlow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\nSo, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\nOr I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.27] Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n[00:13.35] To the studio, straight from the crypt\n[00:15.42] Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\n[00:18.60] Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n[00:21.35] I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\n[00:23.81] Got bars like a gym, this light look close\n[00:25.67] I don't even break a sweat while squatting it\n[00:26.91] I took off just like a rocket ship-\n[00:28.16] This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\n[00:29.48] Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\n[00:31.39] Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n[00:33.07] My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\n[00:35.70] That's three times two\n[00:36.43] That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\n[00:38.41] Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\n[00:41.21] OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n[00:43.98] I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\n[00:45.10] Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\n[00:46.25] When they all thought I left\n[00:47.15] I was right in the heart of it\n[00:47.75] I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\n[00:49.75] Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\n[00:51.08] I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\n[00:52.42] I am ominous- if you think that I\n[00:53.22] Am a human, then show me the documents\n[00:54.43] If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\n[00:55.68] I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\n[00:56.93] I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\n[00:58.20] All the shit you do to repair what is\n[00:59.62] Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n[00:59.93] I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\n[01:02.38] He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\n[01:05.08] This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\n[01:07.85] And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n[01:10.59] I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n[01:13.23] I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n[01:15.97] I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n[01:18.66] My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n[01:22.45] Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n[01:24.73] Look, look, look\n[01:26.85] Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n[01:28.34] Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n[01:29.50] I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n[01:32.06] Kill you then bring your parents\n[01:33.17] Back together, like marriage split 'em\n[01:34.71] Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n[01:37.38] You cats more like kitty litter-\n[01:38.85] Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n[01:40.91] I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n[01:43.63] In order for you to beat me\n[01:44.81] Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n[01:47.17] And even then- look, look\n[01:48.69] I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n[01:51.29] Real as it gets, must be bananas\n[01:52.69] And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n[01:54.12] Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n[01:55.43] But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n[01:56.88] Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n[01:58.15] I heard you were special, like give him a note\n[01:59.54] Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n[02:02.40] Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n[02:05.49] They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n[02:08.02] Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n[02:09.38] Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n[02:10.82] \n[02:15.86] Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n[02:18.72] I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n[02:21.41] I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n[02:24.32] I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n[02:26.99] Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n[02:29.57] I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n[02:32.25] Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n[02:34.94] But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n[02:37.61] They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n[02:40.36] Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n[02:43.10] I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n[02:45.98] I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n[02:48.66] I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n[02:51.78] Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n[02:54.24] Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n[02:56.78] Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n[03:04.42] Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n[03:06.45] Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n[03:08.36] Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n[03:10.91] I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n[03:13.65] Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n[03:14.95] Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n[03:16.63] Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n[03:17.78] And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n[03:19.04] I don't even got a big boy job\n[03:20.39] But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n[03:21.82] I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n[03:23.24] Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n[03:24.78] I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n[03:25.85] Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n[03:27.63] I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n[03:30.13] Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n[03:32.88] It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n[03:35.55] Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n[03:38.65] Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n[03:40.87] I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n[03:43.72] My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n[03:46.31] If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n[03:49.21] Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n[03:52.74] On mothers\n[03:54.76] Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n[03:57.32] But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n[04:00.02] You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n[04:02.93] How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n[04:05.61] I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n[04:08.07] Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n[04:10.72] It'd take two hours to dig it out\n[04:12.83] I got your chick cumming so long\n[04:14.63] She still squirting while I kick her out\n[04:16.58] It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n[04:19.05] At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n[04:21.79] DC-born, and PG-raised\n[04:24.24] I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n[04:26.99] I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n[04:29.77] You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n[04:32.58] I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n[04:35.29] 'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n[04:38.10] Yeah\n[04:38.83] You already know what it is\n[04:40.07] I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n[04:43.26] I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n[04:46.26] Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n[04:48.91] It's psychological to have these minor goals\n[04:51.44] Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n[04:54.13] That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n[04:57.17] And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n[04:59.81] Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n[05:02.25] One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n[05:05.28] YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n[05:07.73] Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n[05:10.49] Been in the field, so\n[05:11.35] They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n[05:13.66] Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n[05:16.31] Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n[05:18.88] Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n[05:21.78] Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n[05:24.59] No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n[05:27.01] Look\n[05:28.60] The name is Carly X, by the way\n[05:30.82] Hah, look\n[05:33.09] I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n[05:35.56] Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n[05:38.22] Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n[05:40.83] You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n[05:43.65] Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n[05:46.30] If you love your kid\n[05:47.41] Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n[05:49.24] If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n[05:51.90] Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n[05:54.74] Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n[05:56.92] Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n[05:59.77] Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n[06:02.31] Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n[06:03.73] Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n[06:05.62] I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n[06:08.23] Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n[06:10.81] Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n[06:13.64] I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n[06:17.58] Yo\n[06:21.80] My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n[06:24.28] Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n[06:27.28] I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n[06:30.05] Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n[06:32.54] I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n[06:35.39] I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n[06:38.34] I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n[06:40.81] I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n[06:43.59] Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n[06:46.25] Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n[06:49.02] But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n[06:51.92] A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n[06:54.74] Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n[06:57.18] That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n[06:59.84] I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n[07:02.48] Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n[07:06.54] This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n[07:08.44] Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n[07:10.59] I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n[07:13.29] That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n[07:16.05] As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n[07:18.74] Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n[07:21.61] Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n[07:22.93] And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n[07:24.46] Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n[07:27.25] We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n[07:28.75] Week, make 'em want to still believe\n[07:30.20] That we all will achieve through our\n[07:31.46] Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n[07:32.60] On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n[07:34.39] Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n[07:36.16] Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n[07:37.78] Even still I'm really young, but\n[07:38.37] Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n[07:40.52] Like here's my goatee\n[07:41.62] Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n[07:43.17] You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n[07:44.46] Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n[07:46.24] Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n[07:47.86] The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n[07:49.21] And I'm armed with a gat,\n[07:50.36] Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n[07:52.18] They sigh for your cypher,\n[07:52.86] My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n[07:55.45] Skoodwidit!\n[07:58.43] Uh, now they know that we planning\n[08:00.34] Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n[08:02.20] Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n[08:05.28] It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n[08:07.24] Nevertheless\n[08:07.99] Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n[08:10.83] Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n[08:13.38] I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n[08:16.11] Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n[08:18.76] The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n[08:21.85] They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n[08:23.36] I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n[08:24.62] One click got 'em sick\n[08:25.05] Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n[08:26.43] Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n[08:28.12] When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n[08:29.64] My saliva is similar to molten lava\n[08:30.90] Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n[08:32.21] Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n[08:34.71] Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n[08:37.42] .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n[08:40.14] When Crypt had sent the beat\n[08:41.29] I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n[08:43.38] Kufis!\n[08:46.07] Sheesh!\n[08:48.05] Yo\n[08:48.80] Lemme start it off- if you\n[08:50.23] Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n[08:51.75] These rappers talking hard, but\n[08:53.06] They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n[08:54.60] Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n[08:57.38] I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n[09:00.00] Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n[09:02.69] Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n[09:05.56] I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n[09:08.14] I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n[09:10.79] I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n[09:13.89] My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n[09:16.44] I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n[09:19.20] So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n[09:20.56] My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n[09:22.49] Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n[09:24.57] I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n[09:25.99] Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n[09:27.24] Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n[09:29.60] I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n[09:34.91] Sheesh!\n[09:37.89] I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n[09:40.81] Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n[09:43.52] Nobody dope with the pen like me\n[09:45.00] Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n[09:46.24] Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n[09:47.65] Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n[09:48.90] Who's next? Want beef?\n[09:49.52] Get addressed by me\n[09:50.62] Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n[09:51.86] You can S my D tryna flex like me\n[09:53.03] With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n[09:54.57] Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n[09:57.00] Y'all slept on me\n[09:58.09] So I felt like we should finish\n[09:58.96] What we started till you rest in peace\n[09:59.98] It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n[10:01.39] Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n[10:02.65] Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n[10:04.04] Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n[10:05.34] Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n[10:06.74] Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n[10:08.04] In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n[10:09.58] Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n[10:10.84] I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n[10:12.12] I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n[10:13.77] If anybody thinking they ill as me\n[10:15.02] I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n[10:16.32] The pen in me is not no friend of me\n[10:17.34] But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n[10:19.06] Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n[10:20.67] I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n[10:21.99] Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n[10:23.39] Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n[10:24.62] Take a look around\n[10:25.32] I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n[10:27.28] First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n[10:29.68] Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n[10:32.60] Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n[10:35.00] But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n[10:38.06] 'Cause when they ain't get picked\n[10:39.03] They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n[10:40.76] I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n[10:43.82] They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n[10:46.45] But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n[10:49.15] Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n[10:51.78] With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n[10:54.17] From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n[10:57.06] 'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n[10:59.97] All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n[11:02.56] Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n[11:05.32] I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n[11:08.01] I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n[11:10.65] Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n[11:13.54] But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n[11:16.28] Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n[11:19.05] It's a hobby\n[11:19.59] Probably show up at your door and\n[11:20.92] Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n[11:22.88] Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n[11:24.03] Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n[11:25.58] Then they be acting so innocent in my\n[11:26.35] Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n[11:28.03] Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n[11:29.37] Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n[11:30.67] Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n[11:32.35] Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n[11:33.86] I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n[11:35.36] And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n[11:36.65] And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n[11:38.06] Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n[11:40.22] Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n[11:41.89] But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n[11:43.23] Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n[11:45.75] 'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n[11:48.74] Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n[11:51.58] I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n[11:54.13] I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n[11:56.92] Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n[11:59.74] Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n[12:02.30] Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n[12:04.88] Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n[12:07.77] And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n[12:10.42] If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n[12:13.43] To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n[12:16.12] Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n[12:18.71] Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n[12:21.49] I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n[12:24.11] Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n[12:27.13] So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n[12:29.67] Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n[12:36.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 (feat. 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Dax, Merkules, Futuristic, Ekoh, NoLifeShaq, 100kufis, Samad Savage, Carly X, Ashtin Larold, Crank Lucas, D.I.L.E.M.A., Feral the Earthworm & King Blitz) - EP\n  duration_ms: 761000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n  start_ms: 11270\n  end_ms: 13350\n- text: To the studio, straight from the crypt\n  start_ms: 13350\n  end_ms: 15420\n- text: Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\n  start_ms: 15420\n  end_ms: 18600\n- text: Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n  start_ms: 18600\n  end_ms: 21350\n- text: I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\n  start_ms: 21350\n  end_ms: 23810\n- text: Got bars like a gym, this light look close\n  start_ms: 23810\n  end_ms: 25670\n- text: I don't even break a sweat while squatting it\n  start_ms: 25670\n  end_ms: 26910\n- text: I took off just like a rocket ship-\n  start_ms: 26910\n  end_ms: 28160\n- text: This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\n  start_ms: 28160\n  end_ms: 29480\n- text: Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\n  start_ms: 29480\n  end_ms: 31390\n- text: Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n  start_ms: 31390\n  end_ms: 33070\n- text: My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\n  start_ms: 33070\n  end_ms: 35700\n- text: That's three times two\n  start_ms: 35700\n  end_ms: 36430\n- text: That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\n  start_ms: 36430\n  end_ms: 38410\n- text: Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\n  start_ms: 38410\n  end_ms: 41210\n- text: OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n  start_ms: 41210\n  end_ms: 43980\n- text: I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\n  start_ms: 43980\n  end_ms: 45100\n- text: Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\n  start_ms: 45100\n  end_ms: 46250\n- text: When they all thought I left\n  start_ms: 46250\n  end_ms: 47150\n- text: I was right in the heart of it\n  start_ms: 47150\n  end_ms: 47750\n- text: I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\n  start_ms: 47750\n  end_ms: 49750\n- text: Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\n  start_ms: 49750\n  end_ms: 51080\n- text: I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\n  start_ms: 51080\n  end_ms: 52420\n- text: I am ominous- if you think that I\n  start_ms: 52420\n  end_ms: 53220\n- text: Am a human, then show me the documents\n  start_ms: 53220\n  end_ms: 54430\n- text: If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\n  start_ms: 54430\n  end_ms: 55680\n- text: I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\n  start_ms: 55680\n  end_ms: 56930\n- text: I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\n  start_ms: 56930\n  end_ms: 58200\n- text: All the shit you do to repair what is\n  start_ms: 58200\n  end_ms: 59620\n- text: Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n  start_ms: 59620\n  end_ms: 59930\n- text: I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\n  start_ms: 59930\n  end_ms: 62380\n- text: He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\n  start_ms: 62380\n  end_ms: 65080\n- text: This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\n  start_ms: 65080\n  end_ms: 67850\n- text: And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n  start_ms: 67850\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 73230\n- text: I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n  start_ms: 73230\n  end_ms: 75970\n- text: I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n  start_ms: 75970\n  end_ms: 78660\n- text: My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n  start_ms: 78660\n  end_ms: 82450\n- text: Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n  start_ms: 82450\n  end_ms: 84730\n- text: Look, look, look\n  start_ms: 84730\n  end_ms: 86850\n- text: Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n  start_ms: 86850\n  end_ms: 88340\n- text: Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n  start_ms: 88340\n  end_ms: 89500\n- text: I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n  start_ms: 89500\n  end_ms: 92060\n- text: Kill you then bring your parents\n  start_ms: 92060\n  end_ms: 93170\n- text: Back together, like marriage split 'em\n  start_ms: 93170\n  end_ms: 94710\n- text: Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n  start_ms: 94710\n  end_ms: 97380\n- text: You cats more like kitty litter-\n  start_ms: 97380\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 100910\n- text: I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n  start_ms: 100910\n  end_ms: 103630\n- text: In order for you to beat me\n  start_ms: 103630\n  end_ms: 104810\n- text: Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n  start_ms: 104810\n  end_ms: 107170\n- text: And even then- look, look\n  start_ms: 107170\n  end_ms: 108690\n- text: I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n  start_ms: 108690\n  end_ms: 111290\n- text: Real as it gets, must be bananas\n  start_ms: 111290\n  end_ms: 112690\n- text: And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n  start_ms: 112690\n  end_ms: 114120\n- text: Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n  start_ms: 114120\n  end_ms: 115430\n- text: But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n  start_ms: 115430\n  end_ms: 116880\n- text: Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n  start_ms: 116880\n  end_ms: 118150\n- text: I heard you were special, like give him a note\n  start_ms: 118150\n  end_ms: 119540\n- text: Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n  start_ms: 119540\n  end_ms: 122400\n- text: Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n  start_ms: 122400\n  end_ms: 125490\n- text: They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n  start_ms: 125490\n  end_ms: 128020\n- text: Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n  start_ms: 128020\n  end_ms: 129380\n- text: Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n  start_ms: 129380\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 135860\n- text: Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n  start_ms: 135860\n  end_ms: 138720\n- text: I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n  start_ms: 138720\n  end_ms: 141410\n- text: I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n  start_ms: 141410\n  end_ms: 144320\n- text: I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n  start_ms: 144320\n  end_ms: 146990\n- text: Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n  start_ms: 146990\n  end_ms: 149570\n- text: I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n  start_ms: 149570\n  end_ms: 152250\n- text: Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n  start_ms: 152250\n  end_ms: 154940\n- text: But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n  start_ms: 154940\n  end_ms: 157610\n- text: They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n  start_ms: 157610\n  end_ms: 160360\n- text: Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n  start_ms: 160360\n  end_ms: 163100\n- text: I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n  start_ms: 163100\n  end_ms: 165980\n- text: I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n  start_ms: 165980\n  end_ms: 168660\n- text: I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n  start_ms: 168660\n  end_ms: 171780\n- text: Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n  start_ms: 171780\n  end_ms: 174240\n- text: Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n  start_ms: 174240\n  end_ms: 176780\n- text: Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n  start_ms: 176780\n  end_ms: 184420\n- text: Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n  start_ms: 184420\n  end_ms: 186450\n- text: Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n  start_ms: 186450\n  end_ms: 188360\n- text: Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n  start_ms: 188360\n  end_ms: 190910\n- text: I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n  start_ms: 190910\n  end_ms: 193650\n- text: Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n  start_ms: 193650\n  end_ms: 194950\n- text: Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n  start_ms: 194950\n  end_ms: 196630\n- text: Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n  start_ms: 196630\n  end_ms: 197780\n- text: And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n  start_ms: 197780\n  end_ms: 199040\n- text: I don't even got a big boy job\n  start_ms: 199040\n  end_ms: 200390\n- text: But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n  start_ms: 200390\n  end_ms: 201820\n- text: I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n  start_ms: 201820\n  end_ms: 203240\n- text: Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n  start_ms: 203240\n  end_ms: 204780\n- text: I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n  start_ms: 204780\n  end_ms: 205850\n- text: Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n  start_ms: 205850\n  end_ms: 207630\n- text: I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n  start_ms: 207630\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 212880\n- text: It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n  start_ms: 212880\n  end_ms: 215550\n- text: Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n  start_ms: 215550\n  end_ms: 218650\n- text: Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n  start_ms: 218650\n  end_ms: 220870\n- text: I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n  start_ms: 220870\n  end_ms: 223720\n- text: My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n  start_ms: 223720\n  end_ms: 226310\n- text: If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n  start_ms: 226310\n  end_ms: 229210\n- text: Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n  start_ms: 229210\n  end_ms: 232740\n- text: On mothers\n  start_ms: 232740\n  end_ms: 234760\n- text: Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n  start_ms: 234760\n  end_ms: 237320\n- text: But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n  start_ms: 237320\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 242930\n- text: How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n  start_ms: 242930\n  end_ms: 245610\n- text: I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n  start_ms: 245610\n  end_ms: 248070\n- text: Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n  start_ms: 248070\n  end_ms: 250720\n- text: It'd take two hours to dig it out\n  start_ms: 250720\n  end_ms: 252830\n- text: I got your chick cumming so long\n  start_ms: 252830\n  end_ms: 254630\n- text: She still squirting while I kick her out\n  start_ms: 254630\n  end_ms: 256580\n- text: It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n  start_ms: 256580\n  end_ms: 259050\n- text: At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n  start_ms: 259050\n  end_ms: 261790\n- text: DC-born, and PG-raised\n  start_ms: 261790\n  end_ms: 264240\n- text: I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n  start_ms: 264240\n  end_ms: 266990\n- text: I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n  start_ms: 266990\n  end_ms: 269770\n- text: You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n  start_ms: 269770\n  end_ms: 272580\n- text: I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n  start_ms: 272580\n  end_ms: 275290\n- text: '''Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas'\n  start_ms: 275290\n  end_ms: 278100\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 278100\n  end_ms: 278830\n- text: You already know what it is\n  start_ms: 278830\n  end_ms: 280070\n- text: I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n  start_ms: 280070\n  end_ms: 283260\n- text: I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n  start_ms: 283260\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 288910\n- text: It's psychological to have these minor goals\n  start_ms: 288910\n  end_ms: 291440\n- text: Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n  start_ms: 291440\n  end_ms: 294130\n- text: That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n  start_ms: 294130\n  end_ms: 297170\n- text: And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n  start_ms: 297170\n  end_ms: 299810\n- text: Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n  start_ms: 299810\n  end_ms: 302250\n- text: One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n  start_ms: 302250\n  end_ms: 305280\n- text: YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n  start_ms: 305280\n  end_ms: 307730\n- text: Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n  start_ms: 307730\n  end_ms: 310490\n- text: Been in the field, so\n  start_ms: 310490\n  end_ms: 311350\n- text: They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n  start_ms: 311350\n  end_ms: 313660\n- text: Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n  start_ms: 313660\n  end_ms: 316310\n- text: Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n  start_ms: 316310\n  end_ms: 318880\n- text: Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n  start_ms: 318880\n  end_ms: 321780\n- text: Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n  start_ms: 321780\n  end_ms: 324590\n- text: No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n  start_ms: 324590\n  end_ms: 327010\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 327010\n  end_ms: 328600\n- text: The name is Carly X, by the way\n  start_ms: 328600\n  end_ms: 330820\n- text: Hah, look\n  start_ms: 330820\n  end_ms: 333090\n- text: I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n  start_ms: 333090\n  end_ms: 335560\n- text: Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n  start_ms: 335560\n  end_ms: 338220\n- text: Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n  start_ms: 338220\n  end_ms: 340830\n- text: You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n  start_ms: 340830\n  end_ms: 343650\n- text: Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n  start_ms: 343650\n  end_ms: 346300\n- text: If you love your kid\n  start_ms: 346300\n  end_ms: 347410\n- text: Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n  start_ms: 347410\n  end_ms: 349240\n- text: If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n  start_ms: 349240\n  end_ms: 351900\n- text: Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n  start_ms: 351900\n  end_ms: 354740\n- text: Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n  start_ms: 354740\n  end_ms: 356920\n- text: Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n  start_ms: 356920\n  end_ms: 359770\n- text: Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n  start_ms: 359770\n  end_ms: 362310\n- text: Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n  start_ms: 362310\n  end_ms: 363730\n- text: Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n  start_ms: 363730\n  end_ms: 365620\n- text: I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n  start_ms: 365620\n  end_ms: 368230\n- text: Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n  start_ms: 368230\n  end_ms: 370810\n- text: Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n  start_ms: 370810\n  end_ms: 373640\n- text: I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n  start_ms: 373640\n  end_ms: 377580\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 377580\n  end_ms: 381800\n- text: My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n  start_ms: 381800\n  end_ms: 384280\n- text: Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n  start_ms: 384280\n  end_ms: 387280\n- text: I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n  start_ms: 387280\n  end_ms: 390050\n- text: Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n  start_ms: 390050\n  end_ms: 392540\n- text: I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n  start_ms: 392540\n  end_ms: 395390\n- text: I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n  start_ms: 395390\n  end_ms: 398340\n- text: I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n  start_ms: 398340\n  end_ms: 400810\n- text: I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n  start_ms: 400810\n  end_ms: 403590\n- text: Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n  start_ms: 403590\n  end_ms: 406250\n- text: Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n  start_ms: 406250\n  end_ms: 409020\n- text: But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n  start_ms: 409020\n  end_ms: 411920\n- text: A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n  start_ms: 411920\n  end_ms: 414740\n- text: Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n  start_ms: 414740\n  end_ms: 417180\n- text: That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n  start_ms: 417180\n  end_ms: 419840\n- text: I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n  start_ms: 419840\n  end_ms: 422480\n- text: Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n  start_ms: 422480\n  end_ms: 426540\n- text: This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n  start_ms: 426540\n  end_ms: 428440\n- text: Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n  start_ms: 428440\n  end_ms: 430590\n- text: I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n  start_ms: 430590\n  end_ms: 433290\n- text: That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n  start_ms: 433290\n  end_ms: 436050\n- text: As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n  start_ms: 436050\n  end_ms: 438740\n- text: Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n  start_ms: 438740\n  end_ms: 441610\n- text: Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n  start_ms: 441610\n  end_ms: 442930\n- text: And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n  start_ms: 442930\n  end_ms: 444460\n- text: Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n  start_ms: 444460\n  end_ms: 447250\n- text: We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n  start_ms: 447250\n  end_ms: 448750\n- text: Week, make 'em want to still believe\n  start_ms: 448750\n  end_ms: 450200\n- text: That we all will achieve through our\n  start_ms: 450200\n  end_ms: 451460\n- text: Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n  start_ms: 451460\n  end_ms: 452600\n- text: On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n  start_ms: 452600\n  end_ms: 454390\n- text: Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n  start_ms: 454390\n  end_ms: 456160\n- text: Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n  start_ms: 456160\n  end_ms: 457780\n- text: Even still I'm really young, but\n  start_ms: 457780\n  end_ms: 458370\n- text: Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n  start_ms: 458370\n  end_ms: 460520\n- text: Like here's my goatee\n  start_ms: 460520\n  end_ms: 461620\n- text: Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n  start_ms: 461620\n  end_ms: 463170\n- text: You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n  start_ms: 463170\n  end_ms: 464460\n- text: Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n  start_ms: 464460\n  end_ms: 466240\n- text: Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n  start_ms: 466240\n  end_ms: 467860\n- text: The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n  start_ms: 467860\n  end_ms: 469210\n- text: And I'm armed with a gat,\n  start_ms: 469210\n  end_ms: 470360\n- text: Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n  start_ms: 470360\n  end_ms: 472180\n- text: They sigh for your cypher,\n  start_ms: 472180\n  end_ms: 472860\n- text: My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n  start_ms: 472860\n  end_ms: 475450\n- text: Skoodwidit!\n  start_ms: 475450\n  end_ms: 478430\n- text: Uh, now they know that we planning\n  start_ms: 478430\n  end_ms: 480340\n- text: Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n  start_ms: 480340\n  end_ms: 482200\n- text: Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n  start_ms: 482200\n  end_ms: 485280\n- text: It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n  start_ms: 485280\n  end_ms: 487240\n- text: Nevertheless\n  start_ms: 487240\n  end_ms: 487990\n- text: Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n  start_ms: 487990\n  end_ms: 490830\n- text: Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n  start_ms: 490830\n  end_ms: 493380\n- text: I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n  start_ms: 493380\n  end_ms: 496110\n- text: Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n  start_ms: 496110\n  end_ms: 498760\n- text: The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n  start_ms: 498760\n  end_ms: 501850\n- text: They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n  start_ms: 501850\n  end_ms: 503360\n- text: I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n  start_ms: 503360\n  end_ms: 504620\n- text: One click got 'em sick\n  start_ms: 504620\n  end_ms: 505050\n- text: Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n  start_ms: 505050\n  end_ms: 506430\n- text: Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n  start_ms: 506430\n  end_ms: 508120\n- text: When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n  start_ms: 508120\n  end_ms: 509640\n- text: My saliva is similar to molten lava\n  start_ms: 509640\n  end_ms: 510900\n- text: Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n  start_ms: 510900\n  end_ms: 512210\n- text: Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n  start_ms: 512210\n  end_ms: 514710\n- text: Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n  start_ms: 514710\n  end_ms: 517420\n- text: .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n  start_ms: 517420\n  end_ms: 520140\n- text: When Crypt had sent the beat\n  start_ms: 520140\n  end_ms: 521290\n- text: I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n  start_ms: 521290\n  end_ms: 523380\n- text: Kufis!\n  start_ms: 523380\n  end_ms: 526070\n- text: Sheesh!\n  start_ms: 526070\n  end_ms: 528050\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 528050\n  end_ms: 528800\n- text: Lemme start it off- if you\n  start_ms: 528800\n  end_ms: 530230\n- text: Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n  start_ms: 530230\n  end_ms: 531750\n- text: These rappers talking hard, but\n  start_ms: 531750\n  end_ms: 533060\n- text: They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n  start_ms: 533060\n  end_ms: 534600\n- text: Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n  start_ms: 534600\n  end_ms: 537380\n- text: I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n  start_ms: 537380\n  end_ms: 540000\n- text: Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n  start_ms: 540000\n  end_ms: 542690\n- text: Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n  start_ms: 542690\n  end_ms: 545560\n- text: I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n  start_ms: 545560\n  end_ms: 548140\n- text: I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n  start_ms: 548140\n  end_ms: 550790\n- text: I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n  start_ms: 550790\n  end_ms: 553890\n- text: My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n  start_ms: 553890\n  end_ms: 556440\n- text: I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n  start_ms: 556440\n  end_ms: 559200\n- text: So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n  start_ms: 559200\n  end_ms: 560560\n- text: My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n  start_ms: 560560\n  end_ms: 562490\n- text: Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n  start_ms: 562490\n  end_ms: 564570\n- text: I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n  start_ms: 564570\n  end_ms: 565990\n- text: Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n  start_ms: 565990\n  end_ms: 567240\n- text: Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n  start_ms: 567240\n  end_ms: 569600\n- text: I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n  start_ms: 569600\n  end_ms: 574910\n- text: Sheesh!\n  start_ms: 574910\n  end_ms: 577890\n- text: I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n  start_ms: 577890\n  end_ms: 580810\n- text: Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n  start_ms: 580810\n  end_ms: 583520\n- text: Nobody dope with the pen like me\n  start_ms: 583520\n  end_ms: 585000\n- text: Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n  start_ms: 585000\n  end_ms: 586240\n- text: Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n  start_ms: 586240\n  end_ms: 587650\n- text: Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n  start_ms: 587650\n  end_ms: 588900\n- text: Who's next? Want beef?\n  start_ms: 588900\n  end_ms: 589520\n- text: Get addressed by me\n  start_ms: 589520\n  end_ms: 590620\n- text: Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n  start_ms: 590620\n  end_ms: 591860\n- text: You can S my D tryna flex like me\n  start_ms: 591860\n  end_ms: 593030\n- text: With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n  start_ms: 593030\n  end_ms: 594570\n- text: Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n  start_ms: 594570\n  end_ms: 597000\n- text: Y'all slept on me\n  start_ms: 597000\n  end_ms: 598090\n- text: So I felt like we should finish\n  start_ms: 598090\n  end_ms: 598960\n- text: What we started till you rest in peace\n  start_ms: 598960\n  end_ms: 599980\n- text: It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n  start_ms: 599980\n  end_ms: 601390\n- text: Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n  start_ms: 601390\n  end_ms: 602650\n- text: Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n  start_ms: 602650\n  end_ms: 604040\n- text: Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n  start_ms: 604040\n  end_ms: 605340\n- text: Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n  start_ms: 605340\n  end_ms: 606740\n- text: Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n  start_ms: 606740\n  end_ms: 608040\n- text: In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n  start_ms: 608040\n  end_ms: 609580\n- text: Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n  start_ms: 609580\n  end_ms: 610840\n- text: I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n  start_ms: 610840\n  end_ms: 612120\n- text: I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n  start_ms: 612120\n  end_ms: 613770\n- text: If anybody thinking they ill as me\n  start_ms: 613770\n  end_ms: 615020\n- text: I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n  start_ms: 615020\n  end_ms: 616320\n- text: The pen in me is not no friend of me\n  start_ms: 616320\n  end_ms: 617340\n- text: But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n  start_ms: 617340\n  end_ms: 619060\n- text: Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n  start_ms: 619060\n  end_ms: 620670\n- text: I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n  start_ms: 620670\n  end_ms: 621990\n- text: Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n  start_ms: 621990\n  end_ms: 623390\n- text: Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n  start_ms: 623390\n  end_ms: 624620\n- text: Take a look around\n  start_ms: 624620\n  end_ms: 625320\n- text: I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n  start_ms: 625320\n  end_ms: 627280\n- text: First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n  start_ms: 627280\n  end_ms: 629680\n- text: Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n  start_ms: 629680\n  end_ms: 632600\n- text: Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n  start_ms: 632600\n  end_ms: 635000\n- text: But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n  start_ms: 635000\n  end_ms: 638060\n- text: '''Cause when they ain''t get picked'\n  start_ms: 638060\n  end_ms: 639030\n- text: They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n  start_ms: 639030\n  end_ms: 640760\n- text: I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n  start_ms: 640760\n  end_ms: 643820\n- text: They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n  start_ms: 643820\n  end_ms: 646450\n- text: But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n  start_ms: 646450\n  end_ms: 649150\n- text: Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n  start_ms: 649150\n  end_ms: 651780\n- text: With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n  start_ms: 651780\n  end_ms: 654170\n- text: From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n  start_ms: 654170\n  end_ms: 657060\n- text: '''Cause I''ll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper'\n  start_ms: 657060\n  end_ms: 659970\n- text: All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n  start_ms: 659970\n  end_ms: 662560\n- text: Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n  start_ms: 662560\n  end_ms: 665320\n- text: I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n  start_ms: 665320\n  end_ms: 668010\n- text: I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n  start_ms: 668010\n  end_ms: 670650\n- text: Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n  start_ms: 670650\n  end_ms: 673540\n- text: But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n  start_ms: 673540\n  end_ms: 676280\n- text: Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n  start_ms: 676280\n  end_ms: 679050\n- text: It's a hobby\n  start_ms: 679050\n  end_ms: 679590\n- text: Probably show up at your door and\n  start_ms: 679590\n  end_ms: 680920\n- text: Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n  start_ms: 680920\n  end_ms: 682880\n- text: Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n  start_ms: 682880\n  end_ms: 684030\n- text: Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n  start_ms: 684030\n  end_ms: 685580\n- text: Then they be acting so innocent in my\n  start_ms: 685580\n  end_ms: 686350\n- text: Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n  start_ms: 686350\n  end_ms: 688030\n- text: Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n  start_ms: 688030\n  end_ms: 689370\n- text: Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n  start_ms: 689370\n  end_ms: 690670\n- text: Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n  start_ms: 690670\n  end_ms: 692350\n- text: Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n  start_ms: 692350\n  end_ms: 693860\n- text: I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n  start_ms: 693860\n  end_ms: 695360\n- text: And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n  start_ms: 695360\n  end_ms: 696650\n- text: And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n  start_ms: 696650\n  end_ms: 698060\n- text: Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n  start_ms: 698060\n  end_ms: 700220\n- text: Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n  start_ms: 700220\n  end_ms: 701890\n- text: But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n  start_ms: 701890\n  end_ms: 703230\n- text: Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n  start_ms: 703230\n  end_ms: 705750\n- text: '''Fore I leave you with no life, and I don''t mean Shaq'\n  start_ms: 705750\n  end_ms: 708740\n- text: Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n  start_ms: 708740\n  end_ms: 711580\n- text: I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n  start_ms: 711580\n  end_ms: 714130\n- text: I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n  start_ms: 714130\n  end_ms: 716920\n- text: Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n  start_ms: 716920\n  end_ms: 719740\n- text: Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n  start_ms: 719740\n  end_ms: 722300\n- text: Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n  start_ms: 722300\n  end_ms: 724880\n- text: Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n  start_ms: 724880\n  end_ms: 727770\n- text: And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n  start_ms: 727770\n  end_ms: 730420\n- text: If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n  start_ms: 730420\n  end_ms: 733430\n- text: To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n  start_ms: 733430\n  end_ms: 736120\n- text: Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 736120\n  end_ms: 738710\n- text: Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n  start_ms: 738710\n  end_ms: 741490\n- text: I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n  start_ms: 741490\n  end_ms: 744110\n- text: Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n  start_ms: 744110\n  end_ms: 747130\n- text: So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n  start_ms: 747130\n  end_ms: 749670\n- text: Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n  start_ms: 749670\n  end_ms: 756450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 756450\nplain: |-\n  Back from the dead to reclaim my shit\n  To the studio, straight from the crypt\n  Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch\n  Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist\n\n  I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it\n  Got bars like a gym, this light look close\n  I don't even break a sweat while squatting it\n  I took off just like a rocket ship-\n  This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it\n  Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and\n  Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it\n\n  My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO\n  That's three times two\n  That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible\n  Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes\n  OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own\n\n  I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks\n  Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it\n  When they all thought I left\n  I was right in the heart of it\n  I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with\n  Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness\n  I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious\n  I am ominous- if you think that I\n  Am a human, then show me the documents\n  If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence\n  I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance\n  I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments\n  All the shit you do to repair what is\n  Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-\n\n  I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord\n  He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords\n  This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored\n  And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor\n  I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core\n  I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'\n  I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore\n  My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more\n\n  Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)\n  Look, look, look\n\n  Anybody wanna try me, I dare it\n  Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it\n  I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?\n  Kill you then bring your parents\n  Back together, like marriage split 'em\n  Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental\n  You cats more like kitty litter-\n\n  Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles\n  I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official\n  In order for you to beat me\n  Literally have to provide me the instrumental\n  And even then- look, look\n\n  I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit\n  Real as it gets, must be bananas\n  And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch\n  Hearing them talking like they want the smoke\n  But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke\n  Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special\n  I heard you were special, like give him a note\n  Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today\n  Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin\n  They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony\n  Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies\n  Follow me, follow me, follow me, King\n\n  Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!\n  I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy\n  I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century\n  I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy\n\n  Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits\n  I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits\n  Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit\n  But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip\n  They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?\n\n  Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?\n  I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound\n  I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground\n\n  I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies\n  Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies\n  Been here since day one, you are not on my level\n  Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil\n\n  Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped\n  Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping\n  Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet\n  I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor\n  Fuck rap, when I'm on tour\n  Well then I'm holding up convenience stores\n\n  Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow\n  And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet\n  I don't even got a big boy job\n  But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck\n  I know don't nobody wanna say shit\n  Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix\n  I been doing work, never getting a vacation\n  Back on the grind, every time it's amazing\n\n  I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it\n  Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious\n  It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals\n  Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows\n\n  Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up\n  I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one\n  My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt\n  If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!\n\n  Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go\n  On mothers\n\n  Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it\n  But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic\n  You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit\n  How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous\n\n  I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug\n  Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug\n  It'd take two hours to dig it out\n  I got your chick cumming so long\n  She still squirting while I kick her out\n\n  It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's\n  At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90\n  DC-born, and PG-raised\n  I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays\n  I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen\n  You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen\n  I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger\n  'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas\n\n  Yeah\n  You already know what it is\n  I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down\n\n  I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day\n  Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J\n  It's psychological to have these minor goals\n  Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold\n\n  That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby\n  And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy\n  Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students\n  One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent\n\n  YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer\n  Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller\n  Been in the field, so\n  They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill\n  Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film\n\n  Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open\n  Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing\n  Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull\n  No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable\n\n  Look\n  The name is Carly X, by the way\n  Hah, look\n\n  I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is\n  Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit\n  Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick\n  You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit\n\n  Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out\n  If you love your kid\n  Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round\n  If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'\n  Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down\n\n  Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous\n  Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements\n  Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman\n  Then I turn 'em purple and blue\n  Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging\n\n  I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night\n  Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site\n  Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at\n  I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!\n\n  Yo\n\n  My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say\n  Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay\n  I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially\n  Make music every day, get to chill with my family\n\n  I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally\n  I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me\n  I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety\n  I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me\n\n  Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction\n  Always on the stage like some overconfident musician\n  But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab\n  A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag\n\n  Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe\n  That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew\n  I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity\n  Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities\n\n  This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten\n  Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety\n\n  I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove\n  That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth\n  As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose\n  Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?\n\n  Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat\n  And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat\n  Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep\n  We spill a soliloquy as we heel the\n  Week, make 'em want to still believe\n  That we all will achieve through our\n  Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep\n  On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner\n  Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum\n  Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums\n  Even still I'm really young, but\n  Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard\n\n  Like here's my goatee\n  Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here\n  You could find me in the cut on the East side in a\n  Mean ride, giddy up like \"Yeehaw\", 'cause the inside\n  Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous\n  The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat\n  And I'm armed with a gat,\n  Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat\n  They sigh for your cypher,\n  My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!\n\n  Skoodwidit!\n\n  Uh, now they know that we planning\n  Something, the planet is hitting the panic button\n  Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing\n  It's nothing to make you fold under pressure\n  Nevertheless\n  Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors\n  Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds\n  I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless\n  Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive\n  The beat is my choice of a murder weapon\n\n  They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show\n  I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart\n  One click got 'em sick\n  Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart\n  Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark\n  When I ride through your block in a shopping cart\n  My saliva is similar to molten lava\n  Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start\n\n  Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious\n  Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot\n  .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious\n  When Crypt had sent the beat\n  I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit\n  Kufis!\n\n  Sheesh!\n  Yo\n\n  Lemme start it off- if you\n  Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off\n  These rappers talking hard, but\n  They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs\n  Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge\n  I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off\n\n  Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me\n  Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed\n  I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee\n  I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me\n\n  I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck\n  My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up\n  I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut\n  So, when you ask me what I'm doing\n  My response is \"Nuttin' much\" (Sheesh!)\n\n  Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul\n  I'm talking 'bout the ones if they\n  Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw\n  Back to the rap shit, I needed a break\n  I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)\n\n  Sheesh!\n\n  I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty\n  Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy\n  Nobody dope with the pen like me\n  Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee\n  Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed\n  Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach\n  Who's next? Want beef?\n  Get addressed by me\n\n  Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps\n  You can S my D tryna flex like me\n  With these kinda bars, we expect ID's\n  Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ\n  Y'all slept on me\n\n  So I felt like we should finish\n  What we started till you rest in peace\n  It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run\n  Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun\n  Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?\n  Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs\n  Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come\n  Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums\n  In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue\n  Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs\n\n  I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me\n  I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede\n  If anybody thinking they ill as me\n  I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy\n  The pen in me is not no friend of me\n  But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy\n  Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be\n  I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory\n\n  Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right\n  Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out\n  Take a look around\n  I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down\n\n  First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, \"We run this shit!\"\n  Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch\n  Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit\n  But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it\n  'Cause when they ain't get picked\n  They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes\n  I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed\n  They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand\n  But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants\n\n  Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends\n  With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in\n  From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after\n  'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper\n\n  All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore\n  Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying \"Sick 'em more\"\n  I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden\n  I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board\n\n  Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse\n  But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue\n  Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies\n  It's a hobby\n  Probably show up at your door and\n  Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock\n\n  Everybody wanna try to be subtle when\n  Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught\n  Then they be acting so innocent in my\n  Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped\n  Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped\n  Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot\n  Then I get to laughing like, \"Ha-ha-ha!\"\n\n  Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before\n  I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore\n  And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness\n  And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore\n  Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure\n  Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord\n  But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts\n  Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back\n  'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq\n\n  Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)\n  I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)\n  I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)\n  Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, \"Dat's tuff!\"\n\n  Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat\n  Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)\n  Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)\n  And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)\n\n  If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)\n  To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)\n  Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)\n  Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)\n\n  I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game\n  Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase\n  So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it\n  Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet\n"}]