[{"id":29604138,"name":"Behold My Life","trackName":"Behold My Life","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Best of Defari: Mixed by DJ Revolution","duration":103.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\nMy reflection is God, my shine is the sun\nMy sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\nI'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\nMy girl she's a G cause she carried her\nMy baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\nFill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\nI'll look back, say I done it, I did it\nMan I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\nShit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n(Doja, make squares lose composure)\nBehold my life, the life that I live is just mine\nThe days of our lives change in space and time\nI break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\nCash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n(Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\nBehold my life, a DJ since '83\n\"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\nMade me wanna be the D to the E\nCrowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\nBehold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\nThe funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\nAnd take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\nThe black man said, uplift your mind\nTake a page from history and turn it into facts\nBush is back, watch out for the new crack\nThe streets already hot like in the '80s\nAnd they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\nSo this the days of my life in L.A\nI look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\nBehold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\nThe life that I live is just one\n(My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\nBehold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\nI told cats I work angles so precise\nI got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\nBut I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\nBet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\nTook time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\nBabs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\nDip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\nGlobe Trotter, international spot rocker\nIn Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\nIriscience, a champion hotboxer\nCrescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\nThey get scared when I blow my mic\nNow prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behold My Life\n  artist: Defari\n  album: 'Best of Defari: Mixed by DJ Revolution'\n  duration_ms: 103000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\n  My reflection is God, my shine is the sun\n  My sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\n  I'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\n  My girl she's a G cause she carried her\n  My baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\n  Fill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\n  I'll look back, say I done it, I did it\n  Man I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\n  Shit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n  (Doja, make squares lose composure)\n  Behold my life, the life that I live is just mine\n  The days of our lives change in space and time\n  I break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\n  Cash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n  (Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\n  Behold my life, a DJ since '83\n  \"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\n  Made me wanna be the D to the E\n  Crowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\n  Behold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\n  The funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\n  And take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\n  The black man said, uplift your mind\n  Take a page from history and turn it into facts\n  Bush is back, watch out for the new crack\n  The streets already hot like in the '80s\n  And they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\n  So this the days of my life in L.A\n  I look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\n  Behold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\n  The life that I live is just one\n  (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\n  Behold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\n  I told cats I work angles so precise\n  I got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\n  But I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\n  Bet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\n  Took time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\n  Babs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\n  Dip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\n  Globe Trotter, international spot rocker\n  In Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\n  Iriscience, a champion hotboxer\n  Crescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\n  They get scared when I blow my mic\n  Now prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\n  Behold my life, a pale horse and mic device\n  Up the price, the time is right for shows at night\n  Peace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\n  Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\n  Slap bones, lay tones to reels\n  Stay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\n  Turn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\n  Drop back, we go long and throw the pill\n  Fuck the overkill but understand the deal\n  Politics took over rap for real\n  But still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\n  If I fall short, got friends and options to chill\n  Dilated blaze the mic device\n  And I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n"},{"id":30238996,"name":"Behold My Life","trackName":"Behold My Life","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Duck Season, Volume 1","duration":181.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\nMy reflection is God, my shine is the sun\nMy sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\nI'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\nMy girl she's a G cause she carried her\nMy baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\nFill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\nI'll look back, say I done it, I did it\nMan I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\nShit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n(Doja, make squares lose composure)\nBehold my life, the life that I live is just mine\nThe days of our lives change in space and time\nI break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\nCash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n(Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\nBehold my life, a DJ since '83\n\"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\nMade me wanna be the D to the E\nCrowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\nBehold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\nThe funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\nAnd take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\nThe black man said, uplift your mind\nTake a page from history and turn it into facts\nBush is back, watch out for the new crack\nThe streets already hot like in the '80s\nAnd they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\nSo this the days of my life in L.A\nI look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\nBehold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\nThe life that I live is just one\n(My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\nBehold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\nI told cats I work angles so precise\nI got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\nBut I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\nBet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\nTook time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\nBabs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\nDip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\nGlobe Trotter, international spot rocker\nIn Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\nIriscience, a champion hotboxer\nCrescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\nThey get scared when I blow my mic\nNow prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behold My Life\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Duck Season, Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 181000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\n  My reflection is God, my shine is the sun\n  My sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\n  I'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\n  My girl she's a G cause she carried her\n  My baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\n  Fill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\n  I'll look back, say I done it, I did it\n  Man I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\n  Shit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n  (Doja, make squares lose composure)\n  Behold my life, the life that I live is just mine\n  The days of our lives change in space and time\n  I break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\n  Cash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n  (Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\n  Behold my life, a DJ since '83\n  \"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\n  Made me wanna be the D to the E\n  Crowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\n  Behold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\n  The funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\n  And take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\n  The black man said, uplift your mind\n  Take a page from history and turn it into facts\n  Bush is back, watch out for the new crack\n  The streets already hot like in the '80s\n  And they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\n  So this the days of my life in L.A\n  I look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\n  Behold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\n  The life that I live is just one\n  (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\n  Behold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\n  I told cats I work angles so precise\n  I got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\n  But I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\n  Bet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\n  Took time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\n  Babs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\n  Dip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\n  Globe Trotter, international spot rocker\n  In Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\n  Iriscience, a champion hotboxer\n  Crescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\n  They get scared when I blow my mic\n  Now prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\n  Behold my life, a pale horse and mic device\n  Up the price, the time is right for shows at night\n  Peace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\n  Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\n  Slap bones, lay tones to reels\n  Stay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\n  Turn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\n  Drop back, we go long and throw the pill\n  Fuck the overkill but understand the deal\n  Politics took over rap for real\n  But still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\n  If I fall short, got friends and options to chill\n  Dilated blaze the mic device\n  And I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n"},{"id":10535665,"name":"Behold My Life","trackName":"Behold My Life","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"LA Collection","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\nMy reflection is God, my shine is the sun\nMy sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\nI'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\nMy girl she's a G cause she carried her\nMy baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\nFill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\nI'll look back, say I done it, I did it\nMan I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\nShit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n(Doja, make squares lose composure)\nBehold my life, the life that I live is just mine\nThe days of our lives change in space and time\nI break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\nCash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n(Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\nBehold my life, a DJ since '83\n\"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\nMade me wanna be the D to the E\nCrowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\nBehold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\nThe funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\nAnd take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\nThe black man said, uplift your mind\nTake a page from history and turn it into facts\nBush is back, watch out for the new crack\nThe streets already hot like in the '80s\nAnd they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\nSo this the days of my life in L.A\nI look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\nBehold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\nThe life that I live is just one\n(My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\nBehold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\nI told cats I work angles so precise\nI got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\nBut I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\nBet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\nTook time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\nBabs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\nDip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\nGlobe Trotter, international spot rocker\nIn Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\nIriscience, a champion hotboxer\nCrescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\nThey get scared when I blow my mic\nNow prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... 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(My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\n  Behold my life, a pale horse and mic device\n  Up the price, the time is right for shows at night\n  Peace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\n  Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\n  Slap bones, lay tones to reels\n  Stay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\n  Turn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\n  Drop back, we go long and throw the pill\n  Fuck the overkill but understand the deal\n  Politics took over rap for real\n  But still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\n  If I fall short, got friends and options to chill\n  Dilated blaze the mic device\n  And I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n"},{"id":39556972,"name":"Behold My Life","trackName":"Behold My Life","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Duck Season, Vol. 1","duration":181.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\nMy reflection is God, my shine is the sun\nMy sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\nI'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\nMy girl she's a G cause she carried her\nMy baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\nFill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\nI'll look back, say I done it, I did it\nMan I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\nShit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n(Doja, make squares lose composure)\nBehold my life, the life that I live is just mine\nThe days of our lives change in space and time\nI break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\nCash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n(Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\nBehold my life, a DJ since '83\n\"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\nMade me wanna be the D to the E\nCrowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\nBehold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\nThe funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\nAnd take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\nThe black man said, uplift your mind\nTake a page from history and turn it into facts\nBush is back, watch out for the new crack\nThe streets already hot like in the '80s\nAnd they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\nSo this the days of my life in L.A\nI look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\nBehold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\nThe life that I live is just one\n(My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\nBehold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\nI told cats I work angles so precise\nI got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\nBut I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\nBet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\nTook time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\nBabs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\nDip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\nGlobe Trotter, international spot rocker\nIn Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\nIriscience, a champion hotboxer\nCrescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\nThey get scared when I blow my mic\nNow prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behold My Life\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Duck Season, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 181321\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\n  My reflection is God, my shine is the sun\n  My sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\n  I'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\n  My girl she's a G cause she carried her\n  My baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\n  Fill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\n  I'll look back, say I done it, I did it\n  Man I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\n  Shit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n  (Doja, make squares lose composure)\n  Behold my life, the life that I live is just mine\n  The days of our lives change in space and time\n  I break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\n  Cash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n  (Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\n  Behold my life, a DJ since '83\n  \"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\n  Made me wanna be the D to the E\n  Crowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\n  Behold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\n  The funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\n  And take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\n  The black man said, uplift your mind\n  Take a page from history and turn it into facts\n  Bush is back, watch out for the new crack\n  The streets already hot like in the '80s\n  And they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\n  So this the days of my life in L.A\n  I look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\n  Behold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\n  The life that I live is just one\n  (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\n  Behold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\n  I told cats I work angles so precise\n  I got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\n  But I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\n  Bet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\n  Took time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\n  Babs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\n  Dip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\n  Globe Trotter, international spot rocker\n  In Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\n  Iriscience, a champion hotboxer\n  Crescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\n  They get scared when I blow my mic\n  Now prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n\n  Behold my life, a pale horse and mic device\n  Up the price, the time is right for shows at night\n  Peace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\n  Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\n  Slap bones, lay tones to reels\n  Stay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\n  Turn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\n  Drop back, we go long and throw the pill\n  Fuck the overkill but understand the deal\n  Politics took over rap for real\n  But still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\n  If I fall short, got friends and options to chill\n  Dilated blaze the mic device\n  And I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n"},{"id":18427087,"name":"Behold My Life (remix)","trackName":"Behold My Life (remix)","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":245.995102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\nMy reflection is God, my shine is the sun\nMy sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\nI'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\nMy girl she's a G cause she carried her\nMy baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\nFill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\nI'll look back, say I done it, I did it\nMan I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\nShit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n(Doja, make squares lose composure)\nBehold my life, the life that I live is just mine\nThe days of our lives change in space and time\nI break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\nCash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n(Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\nBehold my life, a DJ since '83\n\"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\nMade me wanna be the D to the E\nCrowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\nBehold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\nThe funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\nAnd take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\nThe black man said, uplift your mind\nTake a page from history and turn it into facts\nBush is back, watch out for the new crack\nThe streets already hot like in the '80s\nAnd they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\nSo this the days of my life in L.A\nI look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\nBehold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\nThe life that I live is just one\n(My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\nI told cats I work angles so precise\nI got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\nBut I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\nBet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\nTook time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\nBabs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\nDip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\nGlobe Trotter, international spot rocker\nIn Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\nIriscience, a champion hotboxer\nCrescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\nThey get scared when I blow my mic\nNow prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... 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(My life, my life, my life, my life)\n  Behold my life, a pale horse and mic device\n  Up the price, the time is right for shows at night\n  Peace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\n  Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\n  Slap bones, lay tones to reels\n  Stay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\n  Turn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\n  Drop back, we go long and throw the pill\n  Fuck the overkill but understand the deal\n  Politics took over rap for real\n  But still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\n  If I fall short, got friends and options to chill\n  Dilated blaze the mic device\n  And I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\n  Behold my life... 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(My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... 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(My life, my life, my life, my life)\n  Behold my life, a pale horse and mic device\n  Up the price, the time is right for shows at night\n  Peace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\n  Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\n  Slap bones, lay tones to reels\n  Stay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\n  Turn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\n  Drop back, we go long and throw the pill\n  Fuck the overkill but understand the deal\n  Politics took over rap for real\n  But still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\n  If I fall short, got friends and options to chill\n  Dilated blaze the mic device\n  And I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\n  Behold my life... 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(My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... 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(My life, my life, my life, my life)\n  Behold my life, a pale horse and mic device\n  Up the price, the time is right for shows at night\n  Peace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\n  Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\n  Slap bones, lay tones to reels\n  Stay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\n  Turn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\n  Drop back, we go long and throw the pill\n  Fuck the overkill but understand the deal\n  Politics took over rap for real\n  But still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\n  If I fall short, got friends and options to chill\n  Dilated blaze the mic device\n  And I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n"},{"id":12172454,"name":"Behold My life (REMIX) Featuring Dilated Peoples","trackName":"Behold My life (REMIX) Featuring Dilated Peoples","artistName":"Defari","albumName":"Odds & Evens","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\nMy reflection is God, my shine is the sun\nMy sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\nI'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\nMy girl she's a G cause she carried her\nMy baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\nFill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\nI'll look back, say I done it, I did it\nMan I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\nShit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n(Doja, make squares lose composure)\nBehold my life, the life that I live is just mine\nThe days of our lives change in space and time\nI break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\nCash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n(Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\nBehold my life, a DJ since '83\n\"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\nMade me wanna be the D to the E\nCrowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\nBehold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\nThe funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\nAnd take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\nThe black man said, uplift your mind\nTake a page from history and turn it into facts\nBush is back, watch out for the new crack\nThe streets already hot like in the '80s\nAnd they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\nSo this the days of my life in L.A\nI look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\nBehold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\nThe life that I live is just one\n(My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\nI told cats I work angles so precise\nI got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\nBut I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\nBet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\nTook time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\nBabs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\nDip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\nGlobe Trotter, international spot rocker\nIn Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\nIriscience, a champion hotboxer\nCrescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\nThey get scared when I blow my mic\nNow prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behold My life (REMIX) Featuring Dilated Peoples\n  artist: Defari\n  album: Odds & Evens\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Behold my life, the life that I live is just one\n  My reflection is God, my shine is the sun\n  My sign is Aquarius, rap styles I got various\n  I'm a product of a pops who had bullshit marriages\n  My girl she's a G cause she carried her\n  My baby girl Vicky, please believe I'mma marry her\n  Fill her pockets with fifties and hundreds\n  I'll look back, say I done it, I did it\n  Man I've traveled the seven seas and stayed spank fitted\n  Shit, the bank did it, my dank stay stank scented\n  (Doja, make squares lose composure)\n  Behold my life, the life that I live is just mine\n  The days of our lives change in space and time\n  I break bread with the Hennessy, won't drink with the enemy\n  Cash foreign money at LAX from Italy\n  (Hey yo bartender, let me get another Hennessy)...\n  Behold my life, a DJ since '83\n  \"Eric B is President\" made me wanna MC\n  Made me wanna be the D to the E\n  Crowned 310 King, of Los Angeles City\n  Behold my life, registered guns and Rambo knives\n  The funds come in hundreds and ones, I hold on tight\n  And take the weather however it comes, the sun still shine\n  The black man said, uplift your mind\n  Take a page from history and turn it into facts\n  Bush is back, watch out for the new crack\n  The streets already hot like in the '80s\n  And they don't give a fuck how we choose to raise our babies\n  So this the days of my life in L.A\n  I look at the sunset, light a blunt and say\n  Behold my life... {\"the greatest story ever told in rhyme\" - Prodigy}\n  The life that I live is just one\n  (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n  Behold my life, I kneel down and roll my dice\n  I told cats I work angles so precise\n  I got on to build, I don't meddle in wars\n  But I'm all out for sure if they threaten my shores\n  Bet, family and crew toastin' dark brew\n  Took time to develop my pictures in darkrooms\n  Babs, drop the needle, pick up a harpoon\n  Dip it and tattoo 'em like Mr. Cartoon\n  Globe Trotter, international spot rocker\n  In Europe they bring hash soon as they spot Rakaa\n  Iriscience, a champion hotboxer\n  Crescent Heights 'D', number one shot blocker\n  They get scared when I blow my mic\n  Now prepare for a cat that'll fight for rights\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n  Behold my life, a pale horse and mic device\n  Up the price, the time is right for shows at night\n  Peace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\n  Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\n  Slap bones, lay tones to reels\n  Stay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\n  Turn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\n  Drop back, we go long and throw the pill\n  Fuck the overkill but understand the deal\n  Politics took over rap for real\n  But still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\n  If I fall short, got friends and options to chill\n  Dilated blaze the mic device\n  And I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n"},{"id":12333074,"name":"Behold My Life (remix)","trackName":"Behold My Life (remix)","artistName":"Defari feat. 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(My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behold My Life (remix)\n  artist: Defari feat. 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(My life, my life, my life, my life)\n  Behold my life, a pale horse and mic device\n  Up the price, the time is right for shows at night\n  Peace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\n  Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\n  Slap bones, lay tones to reels\n  Stay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\n  Turn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\n  Drop back, we go long and throw the pill\n  Fuck the overkill but understand the deal\n  Politics took over rap for real\n  But still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\n  If I fall short, got friends and options to chill\n  Dilated blaze the mic device\n  And I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n"},{"id":25873356,"name":"Behold My Life (remix)","trackName":"Behold My Life (remix)","artistName":"Defari feat. 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(My life, my life, my life, my life)\nBehold my life, a pale horse and mic device\nUp the price, the time is right for shows at night\nPeace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\nDilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\nSlap bones, lay tones to reels\nStay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\nTurn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\nDrop back, we go long and throw the pill\nFuck the overkill but understand the deal\nPolitics took over rap for real\nBut still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\nIf I fall short, got friends and options to chill\nDilated blaze the mic device\nAnd I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\nBehold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Behold My Life (remix)\n  artist: Defari feat. 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(My life, my life, my life, my life)\n  Behold my life, a pale horse and mic device\n  Up the price, the time is right for shows at night\n  Peace to The Roots that chop \"Clones\"\n  Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones\n  Slap bones, lay tones to reels\n  Stay blown and in a zone with our own appeal\n  Turn that shit up, in cars or headphones to fill\n  Drop back, we go long and throw the pill\n  Fuck the overkill but understand the deal\n  Politics took over rap for real\n  But still we out for top bill and coppin' a mill'\n  If I fall short, got friends and options to chill\n  Dilated blaze the mic device\n  And I'm blessed, my whole crew spit as cold as ice\n  Behold my life... (My life, my life, my life, my life)\n"}]