[{"id":36402979,"name":"Southern Hostility","trackName":"Southern Hostility","artistName":"Devilish Trio - Topic","albumName":"Southern Hostility","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This the Devils due we show no love\nYou run your mouth\nDon't turn around\nIt's raining blood up in the south\nAnd if you got a fuckin' problem\nCome and solve it\nHope our promises don't be your last breath\nMurder murder, meet your death\n\nDoomset what I rep, I keep it real until I die\nWhile these busta's talkin' banish it\nOnly quit your cryin'\nYou just jealous\n'Cause we makin' hits, while you spittin' lies\nCome the Trio taking over, I can see it in your eyes\nKnow you're fucking with a killer that be up all in the mess\nHit your banished soul I'm feeling with your body in the track\n\nHydra, Baker, Tenngage\nHomicide evil stang\nLet the music do the talking\nWhy you talking like a lang\nDrag your body to the river, make you beg for your life\nHaving evil 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70920\n end_ms: 75040\n- text: Quick to whip the bitch\n start_ms: 75040\n end_ms: 76400\n- text: With the pistol grip I don't need shit\n start_ms: 76400\n end_ms: 78380\n- text: Busted lip the blood you spit\n start_ms: 78380\n end_ms: 80170\n- text: Watch you lay I smoke this spliff\n start_ms: 80170\n end_ms: 81430\n- text: Drag your body to the pit\n start_ms: 81430\n end_ms: 83230\n- text: Break your bones so you can fit\n start_ms: 83230\n end_ms: 84520\n- text: Set that shit ablaze\n start_ms: 84520\n end_ms: 85810\n- text: Then I sacrifice you to the six\n start_ms: 85810\n end_ms: 87790\n- text: Trio run this devil shit\n start_ms: 87790\n end_ms: 89310\n- text: Bustin' all these other cliques\n start_ms: 89310\n end_ms: 90930\n- text: Fuck with us, you'll get the clip\n start_ms: 90930\n end_ms: 92470\n- text: Watching as yo blood drip\n start_ms: 92470\n end_ms: 94050\n- text: Feeling like a schizophrenic\n start_ms: 94050\n end_ms: 95620\n- text: Filled with rage, I'm so satanic\n start_ms: 95620\n end_ms: 97220\n- text: Fuck a Xanax, I don't panic\n start_ms: 97220\n end_ms: 98880\n- text: But still stuck with all this manic\n start_ms: 98880\n end_ms: 100490\n- text: I'm insane, my mind deranged\n start_ms: 100490\n end_ms: 102000\n- text: Can't control my fuckin brain\n start_ms: 102000\n end_ms: 103530\n- text: Tenngage here to bring the pain\n start_ms: 103530\n end_ms: 105160\n- text: Detrimental to all you lanes\n start_ms: 105160\n end_ms: 106760\n- text: Fingers twitching for that Glock\n start_ms: 106760\n end_ms: 108390\n- text: 15 rounds will knock you off\n start_ms: 108390\n end_ms: 109820\n- text: Midnight creepin' down yo block\n start_ms: 109820\n end_ms: 111480\n- text: Next victim is for the shop\n start_ms: 111480\n end_ms: 112880\n- text: Your body will fuckin' rot\n start_ms: 112880\n end_ms: 114360\n- text: Y'all ain't 'bout this evil shit\n start_ms: 114360\n end_ms: 115930\n- text: Ya counterfeit hypocrite\n start_ms: 115930\n 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160020\n- text: No hiccups shown in my game\n start_ms: 160020\n end_ms: 161370\n- text: It ain't a thang it's just big business\n start_ms: 161370\n end_ms: 163230\n- text: Fiend of the crops\n start_ms: 163230\n end_ms: 164360\n- text: Burning leaves in the field\n start_ms: 164360\n end_ms: 165700\n- text: The only sounds that I hear are voices of people I've killed\n start_ms: 165700\n end_ms: 168870\n- text: No pain is feeled\n start_ms: 168870\n end_ms: 169830\n- text: Deadly skill\n start_ms: 169830\n end_ms: 170660\n- text: Just a demon here to win\n start_ms: 170660\n end_ms: 171960\n- text: I can't take no fuckin' loss\n start_ms: 171960\n end_ms: 173510\n- text: Upon your tombstone I'm pissin'\n start_ms: 173510\n end_ms: 175790\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 175790\nplain: |-\n This the Devils due we show no love\n You run your mouth\n Don't turn around\n It's raining blood up in the south\n And if you got a fuckin' problem\n Come and solve it\n Hope our promises don't be your last breath\n Murder murder, meet your death\n\n Doomset what I rep, I keep it real until I die\n While these busta's talkin' banish it\n Only quit your cryin'\n You just jealous\n 'Cause we makin' hits, while you spittin' lies\n Come the Trio taking over, I can see it in your eyes\n Know you're fucking with a killer that be up all in the mess\n Hit your banished soul I'm feeling with your body in the track\n\n Hydra, Baker, Tenngage\n Homicide evil stang\n Let the music do the talking\n Why you talking like a lang\n Drag your body to the river, make you beg for your life\n Having evil thoughts, I murder as I'm gripping on my knife\n Seen you red in the night, getting fucked I'm down to fight\n Pussy boy come try your luck, I got you dead in my sight\n\n Quick to whip the bitch\n With the pistol grip I don't need shit\n Busted lip the blood you spit\n Watch you lay I smoke this spliff\n Drag your body to the pit\n Break your bones so you can fit\n Set that shit ablaze\n Then I sacrifice you to the six\n\n Trio run this devil shit\n Bustin' all these other cliques\n Fuck with us, you'll get the clip\n Watching as yo blood drip\n Feeling like a schizophrenic\n Filled with rage, I'm so satanic\n Fuck a Xanax, I don't panic\n But still stuck with all this manic\n\n I'm insane, my mind deranged\n Can't control my fuckin brain\n Tenngage here to bring the pain\n Detrimental to all you lanes\n Fingers twitching for that Glock\n 15 rounds will knock you off\n Midnight creepin' down yo block\n Next victim is for the shop\n\n Your body will fuckin' rot\n Y'all ain't 'bout this evil shit\n Ya counterfeit hypocrite\n Trying to stay relevant\n Underground rapper bitch\n Always on the Trio's dick\n Get the fuck off\n Before we have to hit another lick\n\n Wake up early every morning\n Smoke a bowl and burn a square\n Madness lurks inside my mind\n Lost in a trance, I sit and stare\n I'm well aware of what the prophecy\n Has shown but still cannot believe\n The darkness that's inside\n It shall arise and take ahold of me\n\n Burn, we all will turn into dust\n The wind it blows\n Life is what you make it\n So I turned that bitch into my hoe\n Sit and wait\n As I slowly contemplate about the fate\n Of a busta in my hands\n His life's at stake\n\n Fear is faced\n When you're fuckin' with\n A group of psychos from the shop\n This pimpin' is too fuckin' thick\n We crushing 'till we at the top\n Never stop rollin' as I'm folding any competition\n No hiccups shown in my game\n It ain't a thang it's just big business\n\n Fiend of the crops\n Burning leaves in the field\n The only sounds that I hear are voices of people I've killed\n No pain is feeled\n Deadly skill\n Just a demon here to win\n I can't take no fuckin' loss\n Upon your tombstone I'm pissin'\n"}]