[{"id":1637429,"name":"Strangers","trackName":"Strangers","artistName":"Danger Mouse","albumName":"Cheat Codes","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock\nHurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop\nI was relocatin' this whole operation to the top\nFor you to copy and paste, in case you forgot\n\nI'm super hot and beyond your range\nIt's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change\nI acquired this affinity for finer things\nLike big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains\n\nAnd danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless\nSlugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless\nI was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers\n\nAnd speak anything but my language\nOud from the Indian trees is my fragrance\nFood, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters\nSo many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys\nI'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise\n\nBark, bark, bark\nTough guy, ah?\nYou can tell me, you can tell me what?\n\nI keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke\nLike the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes\nGot mob ties, bro, financial status and I'm ho tied\nGet ya from India, smoke on both sides though\n\nOh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage\nPay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro\nAnd my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4\nLike, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though\n\nOkay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón\n'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi\nSee you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed\nUm, one time when I was duckin' from the one time\nThis one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy\nSwimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins\nNew whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip\n\nThis motherfucker does not give a fuck about you\nHe is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)\nAnd look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)\nAyy, yeah\n\nStraight out the flames of this city of mine\nSince double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise\nWith cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives\nOut where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive\n\nMonster of art, don't start\nYou little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park\nHardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp\nSharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart\n\nRelax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in\nScrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken\nFacts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined\nThe kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards\n\nSlid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random\nAbracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic\nIt's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms\nWhile tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms\n\nAre you serious with this?\nIs this, is this, this is what it's come to?\nWe're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? (ayy)\nI am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n\nThe bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\nA godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\nAnd you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nA dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\n\nI'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\nAnd I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\nEdge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\nYou think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n\nI'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\nI'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\nI'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\nI'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\nI rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\nNo patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\nCold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\nAnd all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.77] Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock\n[00:13.98] Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop\n[00:16.42] I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top\n[00:19.37] For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot\n[00:22.10] I'm super hot and beyond your range\n[00:24.05] It's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change\n[00:28.05] I acquired this affinity for finer things\n[00:30.26] Like big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains\n[00:32.77] And danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless\n[00:35.67] Slugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless\n[00:38.45] I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers\n[00:41.88] And speak anything but my language\n[00:44.08] Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance\n[00:46.88] Food, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters\n[00:49.63] So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys\n[00:52.34] I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise\n[00:56.48] Bark, bark, bark\n[00:59.06] Tough guy, ah?\n[01:02.02] You can tell me, you can tell me what?\n[01:05.57] I keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke\n[01:08.42] Like the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes\n[01:11.06] Got mob ties, bro, financial status and I'm ho tied\n[01:14.20] Get ya from India, smoke on both sides though\n[01:16.78] Oh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage\n[01:20.13] Pay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro\n[01:22.27] And my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4\n[01:25.07] Like, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though\n[01:27.62] Okay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón\n[01:30.49] 'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi\n[01:33.03] See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed\n[01:36.12] Um, one time when I was duckin' from the one time\n[01:38.87] This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy\n[01:41.72] Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins\n[01:45.53] New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip\n[01:51.85] This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you\n[01:54.84] He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)\n[01:58.19] And look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)\n[02:00.49] Ayy, yeah\n[02:02.19] Straight out the flames of this city of mine\n[02:04.26] Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise\n[02:06.77] With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives\n[02:09.74] Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive\n[02:13.14] Monster of art, don't start\n[02:14.64] You little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park\n[02:17.42] Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp\n[02:20.17] Sharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart\n[02:23.29] Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in\n[02:26.11] Scrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken\n[02:28.95] Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined\n[02:31.41] The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards\n[02:34.47] Slid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random\n[02:37.06] Abracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic\n[02:39.78] It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms\n[02:42.37] While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms\n[02:46.24] Are you serious with this?\n[02:47.71] Is this, is this, this is what it's come to?\n[02:49.84] We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? (ayy)\n[02:53.71] I am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n[02:56.72] The bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\n[02:59.44] A godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\n[03:02.24] And you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[03:04.95] A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\n[03:07.51] I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\n[03:10.36] And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\n[03:13.28] Edge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\n[03:15.97] You think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n[03:18.80] I'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\n[03:21.67] I'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\n[03:24.25] I'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\n[03:26.78] I'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\n[03:29.64] I rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\n[03:32.63] No patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\n[03:35.22] Cold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\n[03:37.98] And all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)\n[03:41.37] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Strangers\n  artist: Danger Mouse\n  album: Cheat Codes\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock\n  start_ms: 11770\n  end_ms: 13980\n- text: Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop\n  start_ms: 13980\n  end_ms: 16420\n- text: I was relocatin' 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(ayy)\n  I am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n\n  The bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\n  A godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\n  And you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\n\n  I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\n  And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\n  Edge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\n  You think you got me? 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(ayy)\nI am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n\nThe bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\nA godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\nAnd you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nA dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\n\nI'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\nAnd I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\nEdge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\nYou think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n\nI'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\nI'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\nI'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\nI'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\nI rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\nNo patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\nCold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\nAnd all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.77] Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock\n[00:13.98] Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop\n[00:16.42] I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top\n[00:19.37] For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot\n[00:22.10] I'm super hot and beyond your range\n[00:24.05] It's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change\n[00:28.05] I acquired this affinity for finer things\n[00:30.26] Like big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains\n[00:32.77] And danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless\n[00:35.67] Slugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless\n[00:38.45] I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers\n[00:41.88] And speak anything but my language\n[00:44.08] Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance\n[00:46.88] Food, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters\n[00:49.63] So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys\n[00:52.34] I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise\n[00:56.48] Bark, bark, bark\n[00:59.06] Tough guy, ah?\n[01:02.02] You can tell me, you can tell me what?\n[01:05.57] I keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke\n[01:08.42] Like the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes\n[01:11.06] Got mob ties, bro, financial status and I'm ho tied\n[01:14.20] Get ya from India, smoke on both sides though\n[01:16.78] Oh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage\n[01:20.13] Pay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro\n[01:22.27] And my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4\n[01:25.07] Like, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though\n[01:27.62] Okay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón\n[01:30.49] 'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi\n[01:33.03] See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed\n[01:36.12] Um, one time when I was duckin' from the one time\n[01:38.87] This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy\n[01:41.72] Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins\n[01:45.53] New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip\n[01:51.85] This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you\n[01:54.84] He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)\n[01:58.19] And look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)\n[02:00.49] Ayy, yeah\n[02:02.19] Straight out the flames of this city of mine\n[02:04.26] Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise\n[02:06.77] With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives\n[02:09.74] Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive\n[02:13.14] Monster of art, don't start\n[02:14.64] You little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park\n[02:17.42] Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp\n[02:20.17] Sharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart\n[02:23.29] Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in\n[02:26.11] Scrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken\n[02:28.95] Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined\n[02:31.41] The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards\n[02:34.47] Slid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random\n[02:37.06] Abracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic\n[02:39.78] It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms\n[02:42.37] While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms\n[02:46.24] Are you serious with this?\n[02:47.71] Is this, is this, this is what it's come to?\n[02:49.84] We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? 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(Ayy)\nI am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n\nThe bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\nA godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\nAnd you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nA dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\nI'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\nAnd I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\nEdge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\nYou think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n\nI'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\nI'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\nI'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\nI'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\nI rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\nNo patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\nCold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\nAnd all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.44] Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock\n[00:13.68] Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop\n[00:16.55] I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top\n[00:19.13] For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot\n[00:22.03] I'm super hot and beyond your range\n[00:23.98] It's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change\n[00:27.65] I acquired this affinity for finer things\n[00:30.25] Like big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains\n[00:32.87] And danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless\n[00:35.52] Slugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless\n[00:38.11] I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers\n[00:41.61] And speak anything, but my language\n[00:43.94] Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance\n[00:46.56] Food, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters\n[00:49.52] So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys\n[00:52.12] I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise\n[00:56.63] Bark, bark, bark\n[00:59.01] Tough guy, ah?\n[01:02.27] You can tell me, you can tell me what?\n[01:05.72] I keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke\n[01:08.13] Like the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes\n[01:11.04] Got mob ties, bro, financial status and I'm ho tied\n[01:14.29] Get ya from India, smoke on both sides though\n[01:16.95] Oh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage\n[01:19.59] Pay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro\n[01:22.24] And my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4\n[01:24.89] Like, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though\n[01:27.47] Okay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón\n[01:30.18] 'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi\n[01:33.08] See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed\n[01:35.90] Um, one time when I was duckin' from the one time\n[01:38.83] This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy\n[01:41.57] Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins\n[01:45.26] New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip\n[01:51.76] This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you\n[01:54.91] He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)\n[01:57.84] And look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)\n[02:00.52] Ayy, yeah\n[02:02.07] Straight out the flames of this city of mine\n[02:03.91] Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise\n[02:06.55] With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives\n[02:09.48] Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive\n[02:13.43] Monster of art, don't start\n[02:14.59] You little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park\n[02:17.15] Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp\n[02:20.06] Sharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart\n[02:23.21] Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in\n[02:25.88] Scrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken\n[02:28.77] Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined\n[02:31.39] The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards\n[02:34.21] Slid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random\n[02:36.90] Abracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic\n[02:39.52] It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms\n[02:42.49] While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms\n[02:46.46] Are you serious with this?\n[02:47.52] Is this, is this, this is what it's come to?\n[02:49.93] We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? 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(Ayy)\nI am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n\nThe bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\nA godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\nAnd you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nA dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\nI'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\nAnd I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\nEdge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\nYou think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n\nI'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\nI'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\nI'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\nI'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\nI rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\nNo patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\nCold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\nAnd all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.34] Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock\n[00:14.09] Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop\n[00:16.63] I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top\n[00:19.54] For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot\n[00:22.28] I'm super hot and beyond your range\n[00:24.15] It's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change\n[00:28.03] I acquired this affinity for finer things\n[00:30.33] Like big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains\n[00:33.08] And danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless\n[00:35.95] Slugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless\n[00:38.76] I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers\n[00:41.97] And speak anything, but my language\n[00:44.42] Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance\n[00:47.01] Food, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters\n[00:49.81] So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys\n[00:52.54] I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise\n[00:56.76] Bark, bark, bark\n[00:59.22] Tough guy, ah?\n[01:02.32] You can tell me, you can tell me what?\n[01:05.84] I keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke\n[01:08.61] Like the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes\n[01:11.47] Got mob ties, bro, financial status and I'm ho tied\n[01:14.42] Get ya from India, smoke on both sides though\n[01:17.03] Oh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage\n[01:20.03] Pay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro\n[01:22.48] And my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4\n[01:25.25] Like, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though\n[01:27.89] Okay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón\n[01:30.64] 'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi\n[01:33.19] See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed\n[01:36.27] Um, one time when I was duckin' from the one time\n[01:38.98] This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy\n[01:41.98] Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins\n[01:45.50] New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip\n[01:51.73] This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you\n[01:54.97] He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)\n[01:58.06] And look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)\n[02:00.66] Ayy, yeah\n[02:02.11] Straight out the flames of this city of mine\n[02:04.34] Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise\n[02:07.12] With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives\n[02:09.87] Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive\n[02:13.22] Monster of art, don't start\n[02:14.95] You little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park\n[02:17.68] Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp\n[02:20.13] Sharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart\n[02:23.49] Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in\n[02:26.15] Scrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken\n[02:28.97] Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined\n[02:31.61] The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards\n[02:34.48] Slid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random\n[02:37.17] Abracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic\n[02:39.89] It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms\n[02:42.61] While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms\n[02:45.50] Are you serious with this?\n[02:47.52] Is this, is this, this is what it's come to?\n[02:50.09] We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? (Ayy)\n[02:53.76] I am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n[02:56.72] The bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\n[02:59.53] A godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\n[03:02.35] And you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[03:05.00] A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\n[03:07.81] I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\n[03:10.54] And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\n[03:13.30] Edge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\n[03:15.94] You think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n[03:18.82] I'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\n[03:21.67] I'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\n[03:24.31] I'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\n[03:27.13] I'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\n[03:29.92] I rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\n[03:32.73] No patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\n[03:35.51] Cold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\n[03:37.94] And all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)\n[04:05.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Strangers (feat. 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(Ayy)\nI am, and it is (yo, yo)\n\nThe bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\nA godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\nAnd you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nA dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\nI'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\nAnd I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\nEdge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\nYou think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n\nI'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\nI'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\nI'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\nI'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\nI rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\nNo patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\nCold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\nAnd all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.04] Yo, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock\n[00:13.96] Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop\n[00:16.67] I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top\n[00:19.39] For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot\n[00:22.18] I'm super hot and beyond your range\n[00:24.02] It's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change\n[00:28.02] I acquired this affinity for finer things\n[00:30.28] Like big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains\n[00:33.08] And danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless\n[00:35.90] Slugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless\n[00:38.40] I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers\n[00:41.86] And speak anything but my language\n[00:44.03] Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance\n[00:46.86] Food, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters\n[00:49.62] So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys\n[00:52.35] I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise\n[00:56.45] Bark, bark, bark\n[00:59.08] Tough guy, ah?\n[01:02.07] You can tell me, you can tell me what?\n[01:05.57] I keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke\n[01:08.67] Like the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes\n[01:11.36] Got mob ties, bro, financial status, and I'm ho tied\n[01:14.42] Get ya from India, smoke on both sides though\n[01:16.71] Oh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage\n[01:20.15] Pay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro\n[01:22.24] And my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4\n[01:25.08] Like, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though\n[01:27.65] Okay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón\n[01:30.49] 'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi\n[01:33.02] See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed\n[01:36.18] Um, one time when I was duckin' from the one time\n[01:38.83] This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy\n[01:41.78] Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins\n[01:45.55] New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip\n[01:51.83] This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you\n[01:54.87] He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)\n[01:58.17] And look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)\n[02:00.45] Ayy, yo\n[02:02.16] Straight out the flames of this city of mine\n[02:04.26] Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise\n[02:07.05] With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives\n[02:09.76] Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive\n[02:13.13] Monster of art, don't start\n[02:14.70] You little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park\n[02:17.44] Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp\n[02:20.16] Sharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart\n[02:23.24] Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in\n[02:26.18] Scrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken\n[02:28.94] Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined\n[02:31.42] The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards\n[02:34.44] Slid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random\n[02:37.00] Abracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic\n[02:39.78] It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms\n[02:42.37] While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms\n[02:46.22] Are you serious with this?\n[02:47.73] Is this, is this, this is what it's come to?\n[02:49.82] We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? (Ayy)\n[02:53.71] I am, and it is (yo, yo)\n[02:56.79] The bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\n[02:59.41] A godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\n[03:02.23] And you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[03:04.97] A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\n[03:07.75] I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\n[03:10.32] And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\n[03:13.22] Edge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\n[03:15.98] You think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n[03:18.89] I'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\n[03:21.60] I'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\n[03:24.23] I'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\n[03:27.06] I'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\n[03:29.86] I rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\n[03:32.69] No patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\n[03:35.22] Cold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\n[03:37.98] And all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)\n[03:41.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Strangers (feat. 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(ayy)\nI am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n\nThe bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\nA godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\nAnd you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nA dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\n\nI'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\nAnd I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\nEdge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\nYou think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n\nI'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\nI'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\nI'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\nI'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\nI rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\nNo patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\nCold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\nAnd all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.77] Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock\n[00:13.98] Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop\n[00:16.42] I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top\n[00:19.37] For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot\n[00:22.10] I'm super hot and beyond your range\n[00:24.05] It's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change\n[00:28.05] I acquired this affinity for finer things\n[00:30.26] Like big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains\n[00:32.77] And danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless\n[00:35.67] Slugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless\n[00:38.45] I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers\n[00:41.88] And speak anything but my language\n[00:44.08] Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance\n[00:46.88] Food, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters\n[00:49.63] So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys\n[00:52.34] I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise\n[00:56.48] Bark, bark, bark\n[00:59.06] Tough guy, ah?\n[01:02.02] You can tell me, you can tell me what?\n[01:05.57] I keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke\n[01:08.42] Like the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes\n[01:11.06] Got mob ties, bro, financial status and I'm ho tied\n[01:14.20] Get ya from India, smoke on both sides though\n[01:16.78] Oh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage\n[01:20.13] Pay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro\n[01:22.27] And my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4\n[01:25.07] Like, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though\n[01:27.62] Okay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón\n[01:30.49] 'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi\n[01:33.03] See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed\n[01:36.12] Um, one time when I was duckin' from the one time\n[01:38.87] This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy\n[01:41.72] Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins\n[01:45.53] New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip\n[01:51.85] This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you\n[01:54.84] He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)\n[01:58.19] And look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)\n[02:00.49] Ayy, yeah\n[02:02.19] Straight out the flames of this city of mine\n[02:04.26] Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise\n[02:06.77] With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives\n[02:09.74] Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive\n[02:13.14] Monster of art, don't start\n[02:14.64] You little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park\n[02:17.42] Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp\n[02:20.17] Sharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart\n[02:23.29] Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in\n[02:26.11] Scrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken\n[02:28.95] Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined\n[02:31.41] The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards\n[02:34.47] Slid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random\n[02:37.06] Abracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic\n[02:39.78] It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms\n[02:42.37] While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms\n[02:46.24] Are you serious with this?\n[02:47.71] Is this, is this, this is what it's come to?\n[02:49.84] We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? (ayy)\n[02:53.71] I am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n[02:56.72] The bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\n[02:59.44] A godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\n[03:02.24] And you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[03:04.95] A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\n[03:07.51] I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\n[03:10.36] And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\n[03:13.28] Edge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\n[03:15.97] You think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n[03:18.80] I'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\n[03:21.67] I'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\n[03:24.25] I'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\n[03:26.78] I'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\n[03:29.64] I rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\n[03:32.63] No patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\n[03:35.22] Cold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\n[03:37.98] And all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)\n[03:41.37] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Strangers (feat. 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(Ayy)\nI am, and it is (yo, yo)\n\nThe bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\nA godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\nAnd you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nA dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\nI'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\nAnd I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\nEdge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\nYou think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n\nI'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\nI'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\nI'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\nI'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\nI rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\nNo patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\nCold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\nAnd all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.03] Yo, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock\n[00:13.98] Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop\n[00:16.65] I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top\n[00:19.35] For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot\n[00:22.17] I'm super hot and beyond your range\n[00:24.02] It's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change\n[00:28.01] I acquired this affinity for finer things\n[00:30.21] Like big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains\n[00:33.04] And danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless\n[00:35.96] Slugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless\n[00:38.42] I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers\n[00:41.82] And speak anything but my language\n[00:44.03] Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance\n[00:46.81] Food, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters\n[00:49.67] So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys\n[00:52.32] I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise\n[00:56.43] Bark, bark, bark\n[00:59.03] Tough guy, ah?\n[01:02.08] You can tell me, you can tell me what?\n[01:05.56] I keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke\n[01:08.69] Like the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes\n[01:11.34] Got mob ties, bro, financial status, and I'm ho tied\n[01:14.49] Get ya from India, smoke on both sides though\n[01:16.77] Oh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage\n[01:20.18] Pay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro\n[01:22.28] And my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4\n[01:25.00] Like, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though\n[01:27.63] Okay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón\n[01:30.47] 'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi\n[01:33.06] See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed\n[01:36.16] Um, one time when I was duckin' from the one time\n[01:38.81] This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy\n[01:41.74] Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins\n[01:45.52] New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip\n[01:51.87] This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you\n[01:54.81] He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)\n[01:58.15] And look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)\n[02:00.48] Ayy, yo\n[02:02.13] Straight out the flames of this city of mine\n[02:04.29] Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise\n[02:07.05] With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives\n[02:09.76] Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive\n[02:13.12] Monster of art, don't start\n[02:14.69] You little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park\n[02:17.48] Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp\n[02:20.20] Sharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart\n[02:23.21] Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in\n[02:26.10] Scrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken\n[02:28.93] Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined\n[02:31.49] The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards\n[02:34.46] Slid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random\n[02:37.02] Abracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic\n[02:39.73] It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms\n[02:42.35] While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms\n[02:46.20] Are you serious with this?\n[02:47.71] Is this, is this, this is what it's come to?\n[02:49.84] We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? (Ayy)\n[02:53.70] I am, and it is (yo, yo)\n[02:56.74] The bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\n[02:59.42] A godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\n[03:02.27] And you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[03:04.91] A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\n[03:07.73] I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\n[03:10.32] And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\n[03:13.23] Edge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\n[03:15.91] You think you got me? 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(Ayy)\nI am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n\nThe bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\nA godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\nAnd you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nA dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\nI'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\nAnd I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\nEdge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\nYou think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n\nI'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\nI'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\nI'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\nI'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\nI rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\nNo patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\nCold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\nAnd all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.44] Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock\n[00:13.68] Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop\n[00:16.55] I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top\n[00:19.13] For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot\n[00:22.03] I'm super hot and beyond your range\n[00:23.98] It's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change\n[00:27.65] I acquired this affinity for finer things\n[00:30.25] Like big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains\n[00:32.87] And danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless\n[00:35.52] Slugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless\n[00:38.11] I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers\n[00:41.61] And speak anything, but my language\n[00:43.94] Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance\n[00:46.56] Food, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters\n[00:49.52] So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys\n[00:52.12] I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise\n[00:56.63] Bark, bark, bark\n[00:59.01] Tough guy, ah?\n[01:02.27] You can tell me, you can tell me what?\n[01:05.72] I keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke\n[01:08.13] Like the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes\n[01:11.04] Got mob ties, bro, financial status and I'm ho tied\n[01:14.29] Get ya from India, smoke on both sides though\n[01:16.95] Oh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage\n[01:19.59] Pay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro\n[01:22.24] And my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4\n[01:24.89] Like, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though\n[01:27.47] Okay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón\n[01:30.18] 'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi\n[01:33.08] See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed\n[01:35.90] Um, one time when I was duckin' from the one time\n[01:38.83] This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy\n[01:41.57] Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins\n[01:45.26] New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip\n[01:51.76] This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you\n[01:54.91] He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)\n[01:57.84] And look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)\n[02:00.52] Ayy, yeah\n[02:02.07] Straight out the flames of this city of mine\n[02:03.91] Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise\n[02:06.55] With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives\n[02:09.48] Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive\n[02:13.43] Monster of art, don't start\n[02:14.59] You little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park\n[02:17.15] Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp\n[02:20.06] Sharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart\n[02:23.21] Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in\n[02:25.88] Scrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken\n[02:28.77] Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined\n[02:31.39] The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards\n[02:34.21] Slid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random\n[02:36.90] Abracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic\n[02:39.52] It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms\n[02:42.49] While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms\n[02:46.46] Are you serious with this?\n[02:47.52] Is this, is this, this is what it's come to?\n[02:49.93] We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? (Ayy)\n[02:53.65] I am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n[02:56.50] The bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\n[02:59.21] A godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\n[03:02.34] And you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[03:04.70] A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\n[03:07.34] I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\n[03:10.52] And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\n[03:13.47] Edge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\n[03:15.81] You think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n[03:18.73] I'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\n[03:21.32] I'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\n[03:24.23] I'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\n[03:26.91] I'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\n[03:29.84] I rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\n[03:32.28] No patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\n[03:35.40] Cold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\n[03:38.08] And all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)\n[03:45.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Strangers (feat. A$AP Rocky and Run The Jewels) feat. 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(Ayy)\nI am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n\nThe bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\nA godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\nAnd you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nA dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\nI'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\nAnd I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\nEdge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\nYou think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n\nI'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\nI'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\nI'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\nI'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\nI rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\nNo patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\nCold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\nAnd all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.34] Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock\n[00:14.09] Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop\n[00:16.63] I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top\n[00:19.54] For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot\n[00:22.28] I'm super hot and beyond your range\n[00:24.15] It's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change\n[00:28.03] I acquired this affinity for finer things\n[00:30.33] Like big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains\n[00:33.08] And danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless\n[00:35.95] Slugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless\n[00:38.76] I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers\n[00:41.97] And speak anything, but my language\n[00:44.42] Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance\n[00:47.01] Food, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters\n[00:49.81] So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys\n[00:52.54] I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise\n[00:56.76] Bark, bark, bark\n[00:59.22] Tough guy, ah?\n[01:02.32] You can tell me, you can tell me what?\n[01:05.84] I keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke\n[01:08.61] Like the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes\n[01:11.47] Got mob ties, bro, financial status and I'm ho tied\n[01:14.42] Get ya from India, smoke on both sides though\n[01:17.03] Oh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage\n[01:20.03] Pay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro\n[01:22.48] And my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4\n[01:25.25] Like, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though\n[01:27.89] Okay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón\n[01:30.64] 'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi\n[01:33.19] See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed\n[01:36.27] Um, one time when I was duckin' from the one time\n[01:38.98] This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy\n[01:41.98] Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins\n[01:45.50] New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip\n[01:51.73] This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you\n[01:54.97] He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)\n[01:58.06] And look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)\n[02:00.66] Ayy, yeah\n[02:02.11] Straight out the flames of this city of mine\n[02:04.34] Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise\n[02:07.12] With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives\n[02:09.87] Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive\n[02:13.22] Monster of art, don't start\n[02:14.95] You little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park\n[02:17.68] Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp\n[02:20.13] Sharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart\n[02:23.49] Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in\n[02:26.15] Scrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken\n[02:28.97] Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined\n[02:31.61] The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards\n[02:34.48] Slid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random\n[02:37.17] Abracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic\n[02:39.89] It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms\n[02:42.61] While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms\n[02:45.50] Are you serious with this?\n[02:47.52] Is this, is this, this is what it's come to?\n[02:50.09] We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? 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time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy\n  start_ms: 98830\n  end_ms: 101570\n- text: Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins\n  start_ms: 101570\n  end_ms: 105260\n- text: New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip\n  start_ms: 105260\n  end_ms: 111760\n- text: This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you\n  start_ms: 111760\n  end_ms: 114910\n- text: He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)\n  start_ms: 114910\n  end_ms: 117840\n- text: And look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)\n  start_ms: 117840\n  end_ms: 120520\n- text: Ayy, yeah\n  start_ms: 120520\n  end_ms: 122070\n- text: Straight out the flames of this city of mine\n  start_ms: 122070\n  end_ms: 123910\n- text: Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise\n  start_ms: 123910\n  end_ms: 126550\n- text: With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives\n  start_ms: 126550\n  end_ms: 129480\n- 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maggots trackin' the magic\n  start_ms: 156900\n  end_ms: 159520\n- text: It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms\n  start_ms: 159520\n  end_ms: 162490\n- text: While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms\n  start_ms: 162490\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: Are you serious with this?\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 167520\n- text: Is this, is this, this is what it's come to?\n  start_ms: 167520\n  end_ms: 169930\n- text: We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? (Ayy)\n  start_ms: 169930\n  end_ms: 173650\n- text: I am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 173650\n  end_ms: 176500\n- text: The bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\n  start_ms: 176500\n  end_ms: 179210\n- text: A godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 179210\n  end_ms: 182340\n- text: And you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 182340\n  end_ms: 184700\n- text: A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\n  start_ms: 184700\n  end_ms: 187340\n- text: I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\n  start_ms: 187340\n  end_ms: 190520\n- text: And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\n  start_ms: 190520\n  end_ms: 193470\n- text: Edge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\n  start_ms: 193470\n  end_ms: 195810\n- text: You think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n  start_ms: 195810\n  end_ms: 198730\n- text: I'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\n  start_ms: 198730\n  end_ms: 201320\n- text: I'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\n  start_ms: 201320\n  end_ms: 204230\n- text: I'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\n  start_ms: 204230\n  end_ms: 206910\n- text: I'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 206910\n  end_ms: 209840\n- text: I rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\n  start_ms: 209840\n  end_ms: 212280\n- text: No patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 212280\n  end_ms: 215400\n- text: Cold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 215400\n  end_ms: 218080\n- text: And all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)\n  start_ms: 218080\n  end_ms: 225680\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 225680\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock\n  Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop\n  I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top\n  For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot\n  I'm super hot and beyond your range\n  It's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change\n  I acquired this affinity for finer things\n  Like big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains\n\n  And danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless\n  Slugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless\n  I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers\n  And speak anything, but my language\n  Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance\n  Food, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters\n  So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys\n  I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise\n\n  Bark, bark, bark\n  Tough guy, ah?\n  You can tell me, you can tell me what?\n\n  I keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke\n  Like the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes\n  Got mob ties, bro, financial status and I'm ho tied\n  Get ya from India, smoke on both sides though\n  Oh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage\n  Pay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro\n  And my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4\n\n  Like, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though\n  Okay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón\n  'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi\n  See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed\n  Um, one time when I was duckin' from the one time\n  This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy\n  Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins\n  New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip\n\n  This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you\n  He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)\n  And look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)\n  Ayy, yeah\n\n  Straight out the flames of this city of mine\n  Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise\n  With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives\n  Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive\n  Monster of art, don't start\n  You little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park\n  Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp\n  Sharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart\n\n  Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in\n  Scrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken\n  Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined\n  The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards\n  Slid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random\n  Abracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic\n  It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms\n  While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms\n\n  Are you serious with this?\n  Is this, is this, this is what it's come to?\n  We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? (Ayy)\n  I am, and it is (yeah, yeah)\n\n  The bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)\n  A godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)\n  And you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)\n  I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)\n  And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)\n  Edge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)\n  You think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)\n\n  I'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)\n  I'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)\n  I'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)\n  I'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)\n  I rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)\n  No patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)\n  Cold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)\n  And all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)\n"}]