[{"id":7300325,"name":"Panic Room","trackName":"Panic Room","artistName":"Dope D.O.D.","albumName":"Da Roach","duration":311.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Skits Vicious\nI turn ya scar tissue to a fresh cu\nWhile me n Jay play good cop bad cop, slice ya tats off\nAnd wear em like i was Buffalo Bill\nI take a couple of pills and give a couple of suckaz the chillz\nWhat the deal? box cutter and rubber gloves\nGun fring it's nothing you rot in a rubber tub\nSome ruff uppercuts 2 da jaw sure 2 shut em up\nAnd make em wonder what then fuck keeps me doin this\nOr why I keep breaking crewz rigs with sewer lids\nI toss em like frisbeez vicious ain't new to this\n...see what I'm chweing iz a magic shroom\nRappers lock themselves inside a panic room\nGood afternoon, we turn ya whole house to ground zero\nI'm the slayer of the mayor, ghosttown's hometown hero\nDope dod got em running with fear\nNow move back muthafuk's ... the onyx is here!!!\n\nFredro Starr\nI got Monsters in my head, unconscious almost dead\nI hear voices putting all this nonsense in my head\nIt makes no sense, waking up with both hands covered in blood\nGot your favourite rapper chain covered in mud\nAs it hangs from the front of my truck, like an ornament\nI collect trophies for rappers i tormented\nI got em walking like zombies in this bitch\nOne show blow him out his abercrombie & fitch you give these niggas an inch, they wanna take a mile\nI put the 5th to ya face take that with a smile\nI'm foul... yeah so fuck repercussions\nBlack hoodie on liking like the grim reaper cousin\n\nYou need a panic room for this shit\nWhy is that?\nCause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit\nYou can't mess with sickest\nWho are they?\nDope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid\n\nDopey Rotten\nI crack skulls cause my life is dull\nI sold my soul ain't got a life at all\nYeah I'm making the calls watch your empire fall\nI won't move aside my mindstate's like fuck it all\nNo need to panic\nYa'll the world is my basketball\nI'm not gonna pass at all give me what I'm asking for\nUnderground ambassador our army's coming after ya\nYou're living in the past and ya not a time traveller\nDamage ya cut you in half like a paprika\nUsed to be in front but you didn't have the stamina\nTo keep it up now you starving like it's Africa\nNow witness the massacre to death ill be bashing ya\nYa wife I be banging as you watch you couldn't handle her\nNow take ya last breath and watch me strangle her\nEvil right her yeah its more than pure\nKeep killing till my heart stops that's the cure\n\nJay Reaper\nCrack a heineken\nIts time to strike the mic again\nSeasons switch\nCycles end\nWe blowin' up like hydrogen\nNow ima tell you that ya hype will end i'll grab the mighty pen\nThis god is vigirous i'll smite ya men\nYa niggas need to step it up and all\nIm fuckin bustin balls\nWith flows bolder than a buffalo\nSee no cuffs can hold this nigga cause i rock and roll\nAnd when i reach my toll i explode like Mark Ruffalo\nThats why im actin kinda cynical ya'll niggas like to make shit\nI make gold and chrome minerals\nPitiful\nNevertheless im a killer cold\nBad to the bone thats why im livin' by the sinners code\nYeah you stepped into the dark abyss\nWe're narcissist got a taste for bloody carcasses\nThe problem is ya'll niggas ain't fuckin' with heated beats\nThe real chiefs or these evil streets\n\nYou need a panic room for this shit\nWhy is that?\nCause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit\nYou can't mess with sickest\nWho are they?\nDope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid\n\nSticky Fingaz\nI take you to a place that I don't like to go\nI got that rifle flow cause killing niggas is like riding a bicycle\nAnd how to break a neck is something that you can't forget\nIt's Sticky Fingaz... but you can call me face of death\nNigga i won't battle rap you i just eat ya adam's apple\nTake you to the tabernacle, drag you through the street in shackles\nI come inside yo house, nigga hide inside the walls\n... I sniff em out until I find em all...\nMy voice sounds like my stomach growling\nGrimey nigga what I won't do for a 100, 000\nThis nigga something bout him, something wrong guns arouse him\nAlways got the huns around him\nHip hop is fucked without!!!...","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.38] Skits Vicious\n[00:25.04] I turn ya scar tissue to a fresh cu\n[00:27.72] While me n Jay play good cop bad cop, slice ya tats off\n[00:32.32] And wear em like i was Buffalo Bill\n[00:34.19] I take a couple of pills and give a couple of suckaz the chillz\n[00:37.77] What the deal? box cutter and rubber gloves\n[00:41.34] Gun fring it's nothing you rot in a rubber tub\n[00:44.16] Some ruff uppercuts 2 da jaw sure 2 shut em up\n[00:46.85] And make em wonder what then fuck keeps me doin this\n[00:50.44] Or why I keep breaking crewz rigs with sewer lids\n[00:54.00] I toss em like frisbeez vicious ain't new to this\n[00:56.76] ...see what I'm chweing iz a magic shroom\n[00:59.51] Rappers lock themselves inside a panic room\n[01:03.17] Good afternoon, we turn ya whole house to ground zero\n[01:06.83] I'm the slayer of the mayor, ghosttown's hometown hero\n[01:09.58] Dope dod got em running with fear\n[01:12.21] Now move back muthafuk's ... the onyx is here!!!\n[01:15.84] Fredro Starr\n[01:16.72] I got Monsters in my head, unconscious almost dead\n[01:19.42] I hear voices putting all this nonsense in my head\n[01:22.26] It makes no sense, waking up with both hands covered in blood\n[01:25.86] Got your favourite rapper chain covered in mud\n[01:28.55] As it hangs from the front of my truck, like an ornament\n[01:32.21] I collect trophies for rappers i tormented\n[01:35.87] I got em walking like zombies in this bitch\n[01:38.52] One show blow him out his abercrombie & fitch you give these niggas an inch, they wanna take a mile\n[01:44.99] I put the 5th to ya face take that with a smile\n[01:47.73] I'm foul... yeah so fuck repercussions\n[01:51.32] Black hoodie on liking like the grim reaper cousin\n[01:54.97] You need a panic room for this shit\n[01:57.79] Why is that?\n[01:58.60] Cause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit\n[02:01.31] You can't mess with sickest\n[02:03.12] Who are they?\n[02:04.02] Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid\n[02:07.70] Dopey Rotten\n[02:08.69] I crack skulls cause my life is dull\n[02:10.46] I sold my soul ain't got a life at all\n[02:13.16] Yeah I'm making the calls watch your empire fall\n[02:16.74] I won't move aside my mindstate's like fuck it all\n[02:20.31] No need to panic\n[02:21.27] Ya'll the world is my basketball\n[02:23.01] I'm not gonna pass at all give me what I'm asking for\n[02:26.72] Underground ambassador our army's coming after ya\n[02:29.45] You're living in the past and ya not a time traveller\n[02:33.04] Damage ya cut you in half like a paprika\n[02:35.71] Used to be in front but you didn't have the stamina\n[02:39.36] To keep it up now you starving like it's Africa\n[02:43.08] Now witness the massacre to death ill be bashing ya\n[02:45.73] Ya wife I be banging as you watch you couldn't handle her\n[02:49.36] Now take ya last breath and watch me strangle her\n[02:52.15] Evil right her yeah its more than pure\n[02:54.89] Keep killing till my heart stops that's the cure\n[02:58.42] Jay Reaper\n[03:01.16] Crack a heineken\n[03:02.07] Its time to strike the mic again\n[03:02.95] Seasons switch\n[03:03.86] Cycles end\n[03:04.70] We blowin' up like hydrogen\n[03:09.37] Now ima tell you that ya hype will end i'll grab the mighty pen\n[03:10.23] This god is vigirous i'll smite ya men\n[03:12.90] Ya niggas need to step it up and all\n[03:14.77] Im fuckin bustin balls\n[03:15.65] With flows bolder than a buffalo\n[03:18.42] See no cuffs can hold this nigga cause i rock and roll\n[03:21.10] And when i reach my toll i explode like Mark Ruffalo\n[03:23.85] Thats why im actin kinda cynical ya'll niggas like to make shit\n[03:30.21] I make gold and chrome minerals\n[03:31.17] Pitiful\n[03:32.01] Nevertheless im a killer cold\n[03:33.86] Bad to the bone thats why im livin' by the sinners code\n[03:38.38] Yeah you stepped into the dark abyss\n[03:40.19] We're narcissist got a taste for bloody carcasses\n[03:43.87] The problem is ya'll niggas ain't fuckin' with heated beats\n[03:46.50] The real chiefs or these evil streets\n[03:56.53] You need a panic room for this shit\n[03:57.41] Why is that?\n[03:59.21] Cause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit\n[04:02.88] You can't mess with sickest\n[04:04.60] Who are they?\n[04:05.55] Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid\n[04:20.35] Sticky Fingaz\n[04:21.25] I take you to a place that I don't like to go\n[04:23.45] I got that rifle flow cause killing niggas is like riding a bicycle\n[04:28.88] And how to break a neck is something that you can't forget\n[04:31.62] It's Sticky Fingaz... but you can call me face of death\n[04:35.22] Nigga i won't battle rap you i just eat ya adam's apple\n[04:37.93] Take you to the tabernacle, drag you through the street in shackles\n[04:41.68] I come inside yo house, nigga hide inside the walls\n[04:44.33] ... I sniff em out until I find em all...\n[04:48.80] My voice sounds like my stomach growling\n[04:50.62] Grimey nigga what I won't do for a 100, 000\n[04:54.33] This nigga something bout him, something wrong guns arouse him\n[04:57.08] Always got the huns around him\n[04:58.88] Hip hop is fucked without!!!...\n[05:02.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Panic Room\n  artist: Dope D.O.D.\n  album: Da Roach\n  duration_ms: 311000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Skits Vicious\n  start_ms: 22380\n  end_ms: 25040\n- text: I turn ya scar tissue to a fresh cu\n  start_ms: 25040\n  end_ms: 27720\n- text: While me n Jay play good cop bad cop, slice ya tats off\n  start_ms: 27720\n  end_ms: 32320\n- text: And wear em like i was Buffalo Bill\n  start_ms: 32320\n  end_ms: 34190\n- text: I take a couple of pills and give a couple of suckaz the chillz\n  start_ms: 34190\n  end_ms: 37770\n- text: What the deal? box cutter and rubber gloves\n  start_ms: 37770\n  end_ms: 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end_ms: 149450\n- text: You're living in the past and ya not a time traveller\n  start_ms: 149450\n  end_ms: 153040\n- text: Damage ya cut you in half like a paprika\n  start_ms: 153040\n  end_ms: 155710\n- text: Used to be in front but you didn't have the stamina\n  start_ms: 155710\n  end_ms: 159360\n- text: To keep it up now you starving like it's Africa\n  start_ms: 159360\n  end_ms: 163080\n- text: Now witness the massacre to death ill be bashing ya\n  start_ms: 163080\n  end_ms: 165730\n- text: Ya wife I be banging as you watch you couldn't handle her\n  start_ms: 165730\n  end_ms: 169360\n- text: Now take ya last breath and watch me strangle her\n  start_ms: 169360\n  end_ms: 172150\n- text: Evil right her yeah its more than pure\n  start_ms: 172150\n  end_ms: 174890\n- text: Keep killing till my heart stops that's the cure\n  start_ms: 174890\n  end_ms: 178420\n- text: Jay Reaper\n  start_ms: 178420\n  end_ms: 181160\n- text: Crack a heineken\n  start_ms: 181160\n  end_ms: 182070\n- text: Its time to strike the mic again\n  start_ms: 182070\n  end_ms: 182950\n- text: Seasons switch\n  start_ms: 182950\n  end_ms: 183860\n- text: Cycles end\n  start_ms: 183860\n  end_ms: 184700\n- text: We blowin' up like hydrogen\n  start_ms: 184700\n  end_ms: 189370\n- text: Now ima tell you that ya hype will end i'll grab the mighty pen\n  start_ms: 189370\n  end_ms: 190230\n- text: This god is vigirous i'll smite ya men\n  start_ms: 190230\n  end_ms: 192900\n- text: Ya niggas need to step it up and all\n  start_ms: 192900\n  end_ms: 194770\n- text: Im fuckin bustin balls\n  start_ms: 194770\n  end_ms: 195650\n- text: With flows bolder than a buffalo\n  start_ms: 195650\n  end_ms: 198420\n- text: See no cuffs can hold this nigga cause i rock and roll\n  start_ms: 198420\n  end_ms: 201100\n- text: And when i reach my toll i explode like Mark Ruffalo\n  start_ms: 201100\n  end_ms: 203850\n- text: Thats why im actin kinda cynical ya'll niggas like to make shit\n  start_ms: 203850\n  end_ms: 210210\n- text: I make gold and chrome minerals\n  start_ms: 210210\n  end_ms: 211170\n- text: Pitiful\n  start_ms: 211170\n  end_ms: 212010\n- text: Nevertheless im a killer cold\n  start_ms: 212010\n  end_ms: 213860\n- text: Bad to the bone thats why im livin' by the sinners code\n  start_ms: 213860\n  end_ms: 218380\n- text: Yeah you stepped into the dark abyss\n  start_ms: 218380\n  end_ms: 220190\n- text: We're narcissist got a taste for bloody carcasses\n  start_ms: 220190\n  end_ms: 223870\n- text: The problem is ya'll niggas ain't fuckin' with heated beats\n  start_ms: 223870\n  end_ms: 226500\n- text: The real chiefs or these evil streets\n  start_ms: 226500\n  end_ms: 236530\n- text: You need a panic room for this shit\n  start_ms: 236530\n  end_ms: 237410\n- text: Why is that?\n  start_ms: 237410\n  end_ms: 239210\n- text: Cause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit\n  start_ms: 239210\n  end_ms: 242880\n- text: You can't mess with sickest\n  start_ms: 242880\n  end_ms: 244600\n- text: Who are they?\n  start_ms: 244600\n  end_ms: 245550\n- text: Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid\n  start_ms: 245550\n  end_ms: 260350\n- text: Sticky Fingaz\n  start_ms: 260350\n  end_ms: 261250\n- text: I take you to a place that I don't like to go\n  start_ms: 261250\n  end_ms: 263450\n- text: I got that rifle flow cause killing niggas is like riding a bicycle\n  start_ms: 263450\n  end_ms: 268880\n- text: And how to break a neck is something that you can't forget\n  start_ms: 268880\n  end_ms: 271620\n- text: It's Sticky Fingaz... but you can call me face of death\n  start_ms: 271620\n  end_ms: 275220\n- text: Nigga i won't battle rap you i just eat ya adam's apple\n  start_ms: 275220\n  end_ms: 277930\n- text: Take you to the tabernacle, drag you through the street in shackles\n  start_ms: 277930\n  end_ms: 281680\n- text: I come inside yo house, nigga hide inside the walls\n  start_ms: 281680\n  end_ms: 284330\n- text: '... I sniff em out until I find em all...'\n  start_ms: 284330\n  end_ms: 288800\n- text: My voice sounds like my stomach growling\n  start_ms: 288800\n  end_ms: 290620\n- text: Grimey nigga what I won't do for a 100, 000\n  start_ms: 290620\n  end_ms: 294330\n- text: This nigga something bout him, something wrong guns arouse him\n  start_ms: 294330\n  end_ms: 297080\n- text: Always got the huns around him\n  start_ms: 297080\n  end_ms: 298880\n- text: Hip hop is fucked without!!!...\n  start_ms: 298880\n  end_ms: 302550\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 302550\nplain: |-\n  Skits Vicious\n  I turn ya scar tissue to a fresh cu\n  While me n Jay play good cop bad cop, slice ya tats off\n  And wear em like i was Buffalo Bill\n  I take a couple of pills and give a couple of suckaz the chillz\n  What the deal? box cutter and rubber gloves\n  Gun fring it's nothing you rot in a rubber tub\n  Some ruff uppercuts 2 da jaw sure 2 shut em up\n  And make em wonder what then fuck keeps me doin this\n  Or why I keep breaking crewz rigs with sewer lids\n  I toss em like frisbeez vicious ain't new to this\n  ...see what I'm chweing iz a magic shroom\n  Rappers lock themselves inside a panic room\n  Good afternoon, we turn ya whole house to ground zero\n  I'm the slayer of the mayor, ghosttown's hometown hero\n  Dope dod got em running with fear\n  Now move back muthafuk's ... the onyx is here!!!\n\n  Fredro Starr\n  I got Monsters in my head, unconscious almost dead\n  I hear voices putting all this nonsense in my head\n  It makes no sense, waking up with both hands covered in blood\n  Got your favourite rapper chain covered in mud\n  As it hangs from the front of my truck, like an ornament\n  I collect trophies for rappers i tormented\n  I got em walking like zombies in this bitch\n  One show blow him out his abercrombie & fitch you give these niggas an inch, they wanna take a mile\n  I put the 5th to ya face take that with a smile\n  I'm foul... yeah so fuck repercussions\n  Black hoodie on liking like the grim reaper cousin\n\n  You need a panic room for this shit\n  Why is that?\n  Cause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit\n  You can't mess with sickest\n  Who are they?\n  Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid\n\n  Dopey Rotten\n  I crack skulls cause my life is dull\n  I sold my soul ain't got a life at all\n  Yeah I'm making the calls watch your empire fall\n  I won't move aside my mindstate's like fuck it all\n  No need to panic\n  Ya'll the world is my basketball\n  I'm not gonna pass at all give me what I'm asking for\n  Underground ambassador our army's coming after ya\n  You're living in the past and ya not a time traveller\n  Damage ya cut you in half like a paprika\n  Used to be in front but you didn't have the stamina\n  To keep it up now you starving like it's Africa\n  Now witness the massacre to death ill be bashing ya\n  Ya wife I be banging as you watch you couldn't handle her\n  Now take ya last breath and watch me strangle her\n  Evil right her yeah its more than pure\n  Keep killing till my heart stops that's the cure\n\n  Jay Reaper\n  Crack a heineken\n  Its time to strike the mic again\n  Seasons switch\n  Cycles end\n  We blowin' up like hydrogen\n  Now ima tell you that ya hype will end i'll grab the mighty pen\n  This god is vigirous i'll smite ya men\n  Ya niggas need to step it up and all\n  Im fuckin bustin balls\n  With flows bolder than a buffalo\n  See no cuffs can hold this nigga cause i rock and roll\n  And when i reach my toll i explode like Mark Ruffalo\n  Thats why im actin kinda cynical ya'll niggas like to make shit\n  I make gold and chrome minerals\n  Pitiful\n  Nevertheless im a killer cold\n  Bad to the bone thats why im livin' by the sinners code\n  Yeah you stepped into the dark abyss\n  We're narcissist got a taste for bloody carcasses\n  The problem is ya'll niggas ain't fuckin' with heated beats\n  The real chiefs or these evil streets\n\n  You need a panic room for this shit\n  Why is that?\n  Cause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit\n  You can't mess with sickest\n  Who are they?\n  Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid\n\n  Sticky Fingaz\n  I take you to a place that I don't like to go\n  I got that rifle flow cause killing niggas is like riding a bicycle\n  And how to break a neck is something that you can't forget\n  It's Sticky Fingaz... but you can call me face of death\n  Nigga i won't battle rap you i just eat ya adam's apple\n  Take you to the tabernacle, drag you through the street in shackles\n  I come inside yo house, nigga hide inside the walls\n  ... I sniff em out until I find em all...\n  My voice sounds like my stomach growling\n  Grimey nigga what I won't do for a 100, 000\n  This nigga something bout him, something wrong guns arouse him\n  Always got the huns around him\n  Hip hop is fucked without!!!...\n"}]