[{"id":25128508,"name":"Brain Softener","trackName":"Brain Softener","artistName":"Dice Raw","albumName":"Reclaiming the Dead","duration":237.133333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yo\nHey Dice man, I'm out here chillin' man\nThese cats talkin' all this ol' extra stuff, you know what I mean?\nHey fam, dig this man, I told my man, I said look\nAight, it's my man Caesar straight up from the door blow\nYo man, my man about to tear this thing wide open straight up man\nYo, to all y'all shorties out there, y'all know what time it is too yo\nGet the thing right man\n\nSince I been peein' straight, straight crimes been my mind state\nProud to be a petty thief, ever since four feet\nBut I made diss records so rappers would have to advance\nAnd stop wearin', the same corny watches and leather pants\nPsych, I don't give a fuck, rock your ice\nJust don't step out of line or you'll get rocked by Dice\nI toured around the world, like Tina and Ike\nBought the house down, in Sicily and Milan\nFucked all types of women like your sister and mom\nAsk around your breakfast table, they'll say Raw's the bomb\nSlow down son, you can't go around with Dice dude\nI make clowns, like you bow down like Ice Cube\nWomen, I make 'em feel like they gave birth to God\nGrip on body pigtails make 'em slurp the rod\nCatch a Mac-11 slug with a pair of chopsticks\nCut a priest off at the funeral then rock dick\n\nNigga I'm the real Raw, all the others be fakin'\nTryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin'\nTalkin' all that shit like you can get some\nYou just a sucker, you can't get a fuck from\n\nI don't let niggas rap no more without my approval or stamp\nI'm drunk off power, I don't feel the weed or the shamp\nVoices like a million watts pumpin' out through an amp\nHit niggas, bang pow to the moon like Ralph Cram\nOnce I'm there, carve the moon into a pair of dice\nOr put a star in a jelly jar, and use it for a night light\nGive it to my daughter, bomb your headquarters\nIt's Dice, damn right I'm real, despite all denial\nJust raw ass lyrics don't self-proclaim titles\nWithout what I'm concealin', then aim for survival\nSeein' is believin', my fist is an eyeful\nDice is raw, there ain't no mistakin'\nMe against y'all's like Santa against Satan\nWhen I say y'all, I mean y'all suckers, that be rappin'\nYou're soft like satin, I'm hard skull crackin', aiyyo\n\nNigga I'm the real Raw, all the others be fakin'\nTryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin'\nTalkin' all that shit like you can get some\nYou just a sucker, you can't get a fuck from\n\nSo MC's that wanna battle step up reluctantly\nIf Jesus could rap, he couldn't fuck with me\nYo, yo what the fuck was that?\nAiyyo, what happened to the beat? What's goin' on in there man?\n\nHey Dice man, what the fuck are you in here doin' man?\nThe fuckin' board's smokin', there's\nAll this type of fire and shit man\nI know your budget's not gonna cover this shit man\nThis session is shut down!\n\nDice, you dare blaspheme against thy Lord?\nI can do anything, even rhyme\n\nThe builder and destroyer of all worlds\nCreator, of man, woman, girl\nSome call me Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah\nI can start or begin it, or end it, it's over\nOn Earth's first day alive there was darkness\nShapeless worthless, I gave the small planet purpose\nBreathe life into the surface\nAnd created every beast in the sea, feast eyes on thee\nSon of God for thou souls to free\nSince the Garden of Eden, I told men believe in\nThou Lord, and never worship false ships and act accord\nBut always, serpents slither across floors\nEverything that is always has been, always will be\nA chill in your bones is how you feel me\nAt the end when the moon turns blood and the sun blackens\nGreat men of the world runnin' wonderin' what's happenin'\nThe sky'll part, and where I once said let there be light\nI'll say let there be dark\nAfter the land's spoken, last seal's broken\nTrumpets sound last men on Earth found chokin'\nFor these events not to take place, you're hopin'\nBalls of energy fly from my hands explodin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Brain Softener\n  artist: Dice Raw\n  album: Reclaiming the Dead\n  duration_ms: 237133\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yo\n  Hey Dice man, I'm out here chillin' man\n  These cats talkin' all this ol' extra stuff, you know what I mean?\n  Hey fam, dig this man, I told my man, I said look\n  Aight, it's my man Caesar straight up from the door blow\n  Yo man, my man about to tear this thing wide open straight up man\n  Yo, to all y'all shorties out there, y'all know what time it is too yo\n  Get the thing right man\n\n  Since I been peein' straight, straight crimes been my mind state\n  Proud to be a petty thief, ever since four feet\n  But I made diss records so rappers would have to advance\n  And stop wearin', the same corny watches and leather pants\n  Psych, I don't give a fuck, rock your ice\n  Just don't step out of line or you'll get rocked by Dice\n  I toured around the world, like Tina and Ike\n  Bought the house down, in Sicily and Milan\n  Fucked all types of women like your sister and mom\n  Ask around your breakfast table, they'll say Raw's the bomb\n  Slow down son, you can't go around with Dice dude\n  I make clowns, like you bow down like Ice Cube\n  Women, I make 'em feel like they gave birth to God\n  Grip on body pigtails make 'em slurp the rod\n  Catch a Mac-11 slug with a pair of chopsticks\n  Cut a priest off at the funeral then rock dick\n\n  Nigga I'm the real Raw, all the others be fakin'\n  Tryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin'\n  Talkin' all that shit like you can get some\n  You just a sucker, you can't get a fuck from\n\n  I don't let niggas rap no more without my approval or stamp\n  I'm drunk off power, I don't feel the weed or the shamp\n  Voices like a million watts pumpin' out through an amp\n  Hit niggas, bang pow to the moon like Ralph Cram\n  Once I'm there, carve the moon into a pair of dice\n  Or put a star in a jelly jar, and use it for a night light\n  Give it to my daughter, bomb your headquarters\n  It's Dice, damn right I'm real, despite all denial\n  Just raw ass lyrics don't self-proclaim titles\n  Without what I'm concealin', then aim for survival\n  Seein' is believin', my fist is an eyeful\n  Dice is raw, there ain't no mistakin'\n  Me against y'all's like Santa against Satan\n  When I say y'all, I mean y'all suckers, that be rappin'\n  You're soft like satin, I'm hard skull crackin', aiyyo\n\n  Nigga I'm the real Raw, all the others be fakin'\n  Tryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin'\n  Talkin' all that shit like you can get some\n  You just a sucker, you can't get a fuck from\n\n  So MC's that wanna battle step up reluctantly\n  If Jesus could rap, he couldn't fuck with me\n  Yo, yo what the fuck was that?\n  Aiyyo, what happened to the beat? What's goin' on in there man?\n\n  Hey Dice man, what the fuck are you in here doin' man?\n  The fuckin' board's smokin', there's\n  All this type of fire and shit man\n  I know your budget's not gonna cover this shit man\n  This session is shut down!\n\n  Dice, you dare blaspheme against thy Lord?\n  I can do anything, even rhyme\n\n  The builder and destroyer of all worlds\n  Creator, of man, woman, girl\n  Some call me Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah\n  I can start or begin it, or end it, it's over\n  On Earth's first day alive there was darkness\n  Shapeless worthless, I gave the small planet purpose\n  Breathe life into the surface\n  And created every beast in the sea, feast eyes on thee\n  Son of God for thou souls to free\n  Since the Garden of Eden, I told men believe in\n  Thou Lord, and never worship false ships and act accord\n  But always, serpents slither across floors\n  Everything that is always has been, always will be\n  A chill in your bones is how you feel me\n  At the end when the moon turns blood and the sun blackens\n  Great men of the world runnin' wonderin' what's happenin'\n  The sky'll part, and where I once said let there be light\n  I'll say let there be dark\n  After the land's spoken, last seal's broken\n  Trumpets sound last men on Earth found chokin'\n  For these events not to take place, you're hopin'\n  Balls of energy fly from my hands explodin'\n"}]