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Style new raps\nWig type, blond streaks in the middle or a dark blue black\nCute grill, write the ill, make you raise your brow\nAnd still be the illest, mad years from now\nAll the way hoo-la\n\nAiyyo the realness, start from back in the days\nIn Q-B, when niggas had they grimy ways\nUp in the street, where thugs had to hold they heat\nBut never me, I slipped 'em off they own two feet\nIf you don't know, I think you best to keep your flow\nI'm the type of cat that'll just split your 'fro\nAnd leave a big part, you don't really want it to start\nCatch you on a sunny day in front your crib double parked\n\nWhat?! Panic, the schizophrenic, sail the Atlantic\nWrap up your face in ceramic, goddammit we controllin the planet\nAsk Mary, the way my shit vary, the shit is scary\nHavin you movin Larry, hopin my niggas hear me\nTimin the rhyme, flossin canary diamond\nMe and my niggas forever shinin\nY'all niggas bend over like a TV show Simon & Simon\nShippin a million, christenin your listenin\nNow I hold the pot I'm pissin in\n\nI'll be wettin the mystic\nGellin off me cause you unrealistic\n\nI eat y'all niggas like a box of frozen fish sticks\n\nShortest nigga in my click to hit y'all with the biggest dick\n\nOoh what y'all niggas want?\nKidnap the mother, control you in the car trunk\n\nSucker think he can whoop me, nigga whole style chunk\n\nBuy his new releases\n\nPocket size increases\n\nJesus, Flipmode blow the spot to pieces\n- To fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everything\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: The Imperial\n  duration_ms: 220160\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh\n  Everything, everything, everything, everything\n  Everything, everything, everything, everything\n  Everything, everything, everything, everything\n  Flipmode Squad is everything, everything, everything\n\n  I bring weed steamers, niggas who push Benz to Beamers\n  Trigger finger happy niggas, street corner heaters\n  Cheddar getter, rap game, crack game, whatever\n  I gotta make it even if I gotta take it forcefully\n  Life is a bitch, yo I love her but she's costin me\n  Fly nigga head who thought about double crossin me\n  Splice started dunnin shit, one of the hungriest\n  Back my John on dons and ask 'em where my money is\n\n  I told y'all, six way Splice, don't forget\n  Another smash hit from my Squad, don't forget\n  It's rampage, yo, y'all really want doubts\n  I'm the one that flip your broad and make her freak out\n  Then call her girlfriend and eat her ass out\n  I'm the black Caesar people been talkin about\n  Imperial, I got the platinum material\n  I got time to verbalize a crib and eat yo' cereal\n\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\n  We gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\n  We gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\n\n  Imperial chick represent broads yonder\n  Sing, rap, act or be a host like Ananda\n  Type spoke in truth, zonin out in the vocal booth\n  How I do that? Style new raps\n  Wig type, blond streaks in the middle or a dark blue black\n  Cute grill, write the ill, make you raise your brow\n  And still be the illest, mad years from now\n  All the way hoo-la\n\n  Aiyyo the realness, start from back in the days\n  In Q-B, when niggas had they grimy ways\n  Up in the street, where thugs had to hold they heat\n  But never me, I slipped 'em off they own two feet\n  If you don't know, I think you best to keep your flow\n  I'm the type of cat that'll just split your 'fro\n  And leave a big part, you don't really want it to start\n  Catch you on a sunny day in front your crib double parked\n\n  What?! Panic, the schizophrenic, sail the Atlantic\n  Wrap up your face in ceramic, goddammit we controllin the planet\n  Ask Mary, the way my shit vary, the shit is scary\n  Havin you movin Larry, hopin my niggas hear me\n  Timin the rhyme, flossin canary diamond\n  Me and my niggas forever shinin\n  Y'all niggas bend over like a TV show Simon & Simon\n  Shippin a million, christenin your listenin\n  Now I hold the pot I'm pissin in\n\n  I'll be wettin the mystic\n  Gellin off me cause you unrealistic\n\n  I eat y'all niggas like a box of frozen fish sticks\n\n  Shortest nigga in my click to hit y'all with the biggest dick\n\n  Ooh what y'all niggas want?\n  Kidnap the mother, control you in the car trunk\n\n  Sucker think he can whoop me, nigga whole style chunk\n\n  Buy his new releases\n\n  Pocket size increases\n\n  Jesus, Flipmode blow the spot to pieces\n  - To fade\n"},{"id":34247204,"name":"Everything","trackName":"Everything","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"The Imperial [by Hillside]","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh\nEverything, everything, everything, everything\nEverything, everything, everything, everything\nEverything, everything, everything, everything\nFlipmode Squad is everything, everything, everything\n\nI bring weed steamers, niggas who push Benz to Beamers\nTrigger finger happy niggas, street corner heaters\nCheddar getter, rap game, crack game, whatever\nI gotta make it even if I gotta take it forcefully\nLife is a bitch, yo I love her but she's costin me\nFly nigga head who thought about double crossin me\nSplice started dunnin shit, one of the hungriest\nBack my John on dons and ask 'em where my money is\n\nI told y'all, six way Splice, don't forget\nAnother smash hit from my Squad, don't forget\nIt's rampage, yo, y'all really want doubts\nI'm the one that flip your broad and make her freak out\nThen call her girlfriend and eat her ass out\nI'm the black Caesar people been talkin about\nImperial, I got the platinum material\nI got time to verbalize a crib and eat yo' cereal\n\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\nWe gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\nWe gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\n\nImperial chick represent broads yonder\nSing, rap, act or be a host like Ananda\nType spoke in truth, zonin out in the vocal booth\nHow I do that? Style new raps\nWig type, blond streaks in the middle or a dark blue black\nCute grill, write the ill, make you raise your brow\nAnd still be the illest, mad years from now\nAll the way hoo-la\n\nAiyyo the realness, start from back in the days\nIn Q-B, when niggas had they grimy ways\nUp in the street, where thugs had to hold they heat\nBut never me, I slipped 'em off they own two feet\nIf you don't know, I think you best to keep your flow\nI'm the type of cat that'll just split your 'fro\nAnd leave a big part, you don't really want it to start\nCatch you on a sunny day in front your crib double parked\n\nWhat?! Panic, the schizophrenic, sail the Atlantic\nWrap up your face in ceramic, goddammit we controllin the planet\nAsk Mary, the way my shit vary, the shit is scary\nHavin you movin Larry, hopin my niggas hear me\nTimin the rhyme, flossin canary diamond\nMe and my niggas forever shinin\nY'all niggas bend over like a TV show Simon & Simon\nShippin a million, christenin your listenin\nNow I hold the pot I'm pissin in\n\nI'll be wettin the mystic\nGellin off me cause you unrealistic\n\nI eat y'all niggas like a box of frozen fish sticks\n\nShortest nigga in my click to hit y'all with the biggest dick\n\nOoh what y'all niggas want?\nKidnap the mother, control you in the car trunk\n\nSucker think he can whoop me, nigga whole style chunk\n\nBuy his new releases\n\nPocket size increases\n\nJesus, Flipmode blow the spot to pieces\n- To fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everything\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: The Imperial [by Hillside]\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh\n  Everything, everything, everything, everything\n  Everything, everything, everything, everything\n  Everything, everything, everything, everything\n  Flipmode Squad is everything, everything, everything\n\n  I bring weed steamers, niggas who push Benz to Beamers\n  Trigger finger happy niggas, street corner heaters\n  Cheddar getter, rap game, crack game, whatever\n  I gotta make it even if I gotta take it forcefully\n  Life is a bitch, yo I love her but she's costin me\n  Fly nigga head who thought about double crossin me\n  Splice started dunnin shit, one of the hungriest\n  Back my John on dons and ask 'em where my money is\n\n  I told y'all, six way Splice, don't forget\n  Another smash hit from my Squad, don't forget\n  It's rampage, yo, y'all really want doubts\n  I'm the one that flip your broad and make her freak out\n  Then call her girlfriend and eat her ass out\n  I'm the black Caesar people been talkin about\n  Imperial, I got the platinum material\n  I got time to verbalize a crib and eat yo' cereal\n\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\n  We gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\n  We gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\n\n  Imperial chick represent broads yonder\n  Sing, rap, act or be a host like Ananda\n  Type spoke in truth, zonin out in the vocal booth\n  How I do that? Style new raps\n  Wig type, blond streaks in the middle or a dark blue black\n  Cute grill, write the ill, make you raise your brow\n  And still be the illest, mad years from now\n  All the way hoo-la\n\n  Aiyyo the realness, start from back in the days\n  In Q-B, when niggas had they grimy ways\n  Up in the street, where thugs had to hold they heat\n  But never me, I slipped 'em off they own two feet\n  If you don't know, I think you best to keep your flow\n  I'm the type of cat that'll just split your 'fro\n  And leave a big part, you don't really want it to start\n  Catch you on a sunny day in front your crib double parked\n\n  What?! Panic, the schizophrenic, sail the Atlantic\n  Wrap up your face in ceramic, goddammit we controllin the planet\n  Ask Mary, the way my shit vary, the shit is scary\n  Havin you movin Larry, hopin my niggas hear me\n  Timin the rhyme, flossin canary diamond\n  Me and my niggas forever shinin\n  Y'all niggas bend over like a TV show Simon & Simon\n  Shippin a million, christenin your listenin\n  Now I hold the pot I'm pissin in\n\n  I'll be wettin the mystic\n  Gellin off me cause you unrealistic\n\n  I eat y'all niggas like a box of frozen fish sticks\n\n  Shortest nigga in my click to hit y'all with the biggest dick\n\n  Ooh what y'all niggas want?\n  Kidnap the mother, control you in the car trunk\n\n  Sucker think he can whoop me, nigga whole style chunk\n\n  Buy his new releases\n\n  Pocket size increases\n\n  Jesus, Flipmode blow the spot to pieces\n  - To fade\n"},{"id":39749525,"name":"Everything","trackName":"Everything","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"Arsenal for the Streets, Part 2","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh\nEverything, everything, everything, everything\nEverything, everything, everything, everything\nEverything, everything, everything, everything\nFlipmode Squad is everything, everything, everything\n\nI bring weed steamers, niggas who push Benz to Beamers\nTrigger finger happy niggas, street corner heaters\nCheddar getter, rap game, crack game, whatever\nI gotta make it even if I gotta take it forcefully\nLife is a bitch, yo I love her but she's costin me\nFly nigga head who thought about double crossin me\nSplice started dunnin shit, one of the hungriest\nBack my John on dons and ask 'em where my money is\n\nI told y'all, six way Splice, don't forget\nAnother smash hit from my Squad, don't forget\nIt's rampage, yo, y'all really want doubts\nI'm the one that flip your broad and make her freak out\nThen call her girlfriend and eat her ass out\nI'm the black Caesar people been talkin about\nImperial, I got the platinum material\nI got time to verbalize a crib and eat yo' cereal\n\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\nWe gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\nWe gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\n\nImperial chick represent broads yonder\nSing, rap, act or be a host like Ananda\nType spoke in truth, zonin out in the vocal booth\nHow I do that? Style new raps\nWig type, blond streaks in the middle or a dark blue black\nCute grill, write the ill, make you raise your brow\nAnd still be the illest, mad years from now\nAll the way hoo-la\n\nAiyyo the realness, start from back in the days\nIn Q-B, when niggas had they grimy ways\nUp in the street, where thugs had to hold they heat\nBut never me, I slipped 'em off they own two feet\nIf you don't know, I think you best to keep your flow\nI'm the type of cat that'll just split your 'fro\nAnd leave a big part, you don't really want it to start\nCatch you on a sunny day in front your crib double parked\n\nWhat?! Panic, the schizophrenic, sail the Atlantic\nWrap up your face in ceramic, goddammit we controllin the planet\nAsk Mary, the way my shit vary, the shit is scary\nHavin you movin Larry, hopin my niggas hear me\nTimin the rhyme, flossin canary diamond\nMe and my niggas forever shinin\nY'all niggas bend over like a TV show Simon & Simon\nShippin a million, christenin your listenin\nNow I hold the pot I'm pissin in\n\nI'll be wettin the mystic\nGellin off me cause you unrealistic\n\nI eat y'all niggas like a box of frozen fish sticks\n\nShortest nigga in my click to hit y'all with the biggest dick\n\nOoh what y'all niggas want?\nKidnap the mother, control you in the car trunk\n\nSucker think he can whoop me, nigga whole style chunk\n\nBuy his new releases\n\nPocket size increases\n\nJesus, Flipmode blow the spot to pieces\n- To fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everything\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: Arsenal for the Streets, Part 2\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh\n  Everything, everything, everything, everything\n  Everything, everything, everything, everything\n  Everything, everything, everything, everything\n  Flipmode Squad is everything, everything, everything\n\n  I bring weed steamers, niggas who push Benz to Beamers\n  Trigger finger happy niggas, street corner heaters\n  Cheddar getter, rap game, crack game, whatever\n  I gotta make it even if I gotta take it forcefully\n  Life is a bitch, yo I love her but she's costin me\n  Fly nigga head who thought about double crossin me\n  Splice started dunnin shit, one of the hungriest\n  Back my John on dons and ask 'em where my money is\n\n  I told y'all, six way Splice, don't forget\n  Another smash hit from my Squad, don't forget\n  It's rampage, yo, y'all really want doubts\n  I'm the one that flip your broad and make her freak out\n  Then call her girlfriend and eat her ass out\n  I'm the black Caesar people been talkin about\n  Imperial, I got the platinum material\n  I got time to verbalize a crib and eat yo' cereal\n\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\n  We gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\n  We gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\n\n  Imperial chick represent broads yonder\n  Sing, rap, act or be a host like Ananda\n  Type spoke in truth, zonin out in the vocal booth\n  How I do that? Style new raps\n  Wig type, blond streaks in the middle or a dark blue black\n  Cute grill, write the ill, make you raise your brow\n  And still be the illest, mad years from now\n  All the way hoo-la\n\n  Aiyyo the realness, start from back in the days\n  In Q-B, when niggas had they grimy ways\n  Up in the street, where thugs had to hold they heat\n  But never me, I slipped 'em off they own two feet\n  If you don't know, I think you best to keep your flow\n  I'm the type of cat that'll just split your 'fro\n  And leave a big part, you don't really want it to start\n  Catch you on a sunny day in front your crib double parked\n\n  What?! Panic, the schizophrenic, sail the Atlantic\n  Wrap up your face in ceramic, goddammit we controllin the planet\n  Ask Mary, the way my shit vary, the shit is scary\n  Havin you movin Larry, hopin my niggas hear me\n  Timin the rhyme, flossin canary diamond\n  Me and my niggas forever shinin\n  Y'all niggas bend over like a TV show Simon & Simon\n  Shippin a million, christenin your listenin\n  Now I hold the pot I'm pissin in\n\n  I'll be wettin the mystic\n  Gellin off me cause you unrealistic\n\n  I eat y'all niggas like a box of frozen fish sticks\n\n  Shortest nigga in my click to hit y'all with the biggest dick\n\n  Ooh what y'all niggas want?\n  Kidnap the mother, control you in the car trunk\n\n  Sucker think he can whoop me, nigga whole style chunk\n\n  Buy his new releases\n\n  Pocket size increases\n\n  Jesus, Flipmode blow the spot to pieces\n  - To fade\n"},{"id":39542799,"name":"Everything","trackName":"Everything","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"The Imperial Album","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh\nEverything, everything, everything, everything\nEverything, everything, everything, everything\nEverything, everything, everything, everything\nFlipmode Squad is everything, everything, everything\n\nI bring weed steamers, niggas who push Benz to Beamers\nTrigger finger happy niggas, street corner heaters\nCheddar getter, rap game, crack game, whatever\nI gotta make it even if I gotta take it forcefully\nLife is a bitch, yo I love her but she's costin me\nFly nigga head who thought about double crossin me\nSplice started dunnin shit, one of the hungriest\nBack my John on dons and ask 'em where my money is\n\nI told y'all, six way Splice, don't forget\nAnother smash hit from my Squad, don't forget\nIt's rampage, yo, y'all really want doubts\nI'm the one that flip your broad and make her freak out\nThen call her girlfriend and eat her ass out\nI'm the black Caesar people been talkin about\nImperial, I got the platinum material\nI got time to verbalize a crib and eat yo' cereal\n\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\nWe gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\nWe gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\nWe gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\n\nImperial chick represent broads yonder\nSing, rap, act or be a host like Ananda\nType spoke in truth, zonin out in the vocal booth\nHow I do that? Style new raps\nWig type, blond streaks in the middle or a dark blue black\nCute grill, write the ill, make you raise your brow\nAnd still be the illest, mad years from now\nAll the way hoo-la\n\nAiyyo the realness, start from back in the days\nIn Q-B, when niggas had they grimy ways\nUp in the street, where thugs had to hold they heat\nBut never me, I slipped 'em off they own two feet\nIf you don't know, I think you best to keep your flow\nI'm the type of cat that'll just split your 'fro\nAnd leave a big part, you don't really want it to start\nCatch you on a sunny day in front your crib double parked\n\nWhat?! Panic, the schizophrenic, sail the Atlantic\nWrap up your face in ceramic, goddammit we controllin the planet\nAsk Mary, the way my shit vary, the shit is scary\nHavin you movin Larry, hopin my niggas hear me\nTimin the rhyme, flossin canary diamond\nMe and my niggas forever shinin\nY'all niggas bend over like a TV show Simon & Simon\nShippin a million, christenin your listenin\nNow I hold the pot I'm pissin in\n\nI'll be wettin the mystic\nGellin off me cause you unrealistic\n\nI eat y'all niggas like a box of frozen fish sticks\n\nShortest nigga in my click to hit y'all with the biggest dick\n\nOoh what y'all niggas want?\nKidnap the mother, control you in the car trunk\n\nSucker think he can whoop me, nigga whole style chunk\n\nBuy his new releases\n\nPocket size increases\n\nJesus, Flipmode blow the spot to pieces\n- To fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Everything\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: The Imperial Album\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh\n  Everything, everything, everything, everything\n  Everything, everything, everything, everything\n  Everything, everything, everything, everything\n  Flipmode Squad is everything, everything, everything\n\n  I bring weed steamers, niggas who push Benz to Beamers\n  Trigger finger happy niggas, street corner heaters\n  Cheddar getter, rap game, crack game, whatever\n  I gotta make it even if I gotta take it forcefully\n  Life is a bitch, yo I love her but she's costin me\n  Fly nigga head who thought about double crossin me\n  Splice started dunnin shit, one of the hungriest\n  Back my John on dons and ask 'em where my money is\n\n  I told y'all, six way Splice, don't forget\n  Another smash hit from my Squad, don't forget\n  It's rampage, yo, y'all really want doubts\n  I'm the one that flip your broad and make her freak out\n  Then call her girlfriend and eat her ass out\n  I'm the black Caesar people been talkin about\n  Imperial, I got the platinum material\n  I got time to verbalize a crib and eat yo' cereal\n\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\n  We gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you need\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you want\n  We gon' give y'all niggas everything that you ain't got\n  We gon' give y'all niggas hot shit to blow the spot\n\n  Imperial chick represent broads yonder\n  Sing, rap, act or be a host like Ananda\n  Type spoke in truth, zonin out in the vocal booth\n  How I do that? Style new raps\n  Wig type, blond streaks in the middle or a dark blue black\n  Cute grill, write the ill, make you raise your brow\n  And still be the illest, mad years from now\n  All the way hoo-la\n\n  Aiyyo the realness, start from back in the days\n  In Q-B, when niggas had they grimy ways\n  Up in the street, where thugs had to hold they heat\n  But never me, I slipped 'em off they own two feet\n  If you don't know, I think you best to keep your flow\n  I'm the type of cat that'll just split your 'fro\n  And leave a big part, you don't really want it to start\n  Catch you on a sunny day in front your crib double parked\n\n  What?! Panic, the schizophrenic, sail the Atlantic\n  Wrap up your face in ceramic, goddammit we controllin the planet\n  Ask Mary, the way my shit vary, the shit is scary\n  Havin you movin Larry, hopin my niggas hear me\n  Timin the rhyme, flossin canary diamond\n  Me and my niggas forever shinin\n  Y'all niggas bend over like a TV show Simon & Simon\n  Shippin a million, christenin your listenin\n  Now I hold the pot I'm pissin in\n\n  I'll be wettin the mystic\n  Gellin off me cause you unrealistic\n\n  I eat y'all niggas like a box of frozen fish sticks\n\n  Shortest nigga in my click to hit y'all with the biggest dick\n\n  Ooh what y'all niggas want?\n  Kidnap the mother, control you in the car trunk\n\n  Sucker think he can whoop me, nigga whole style chunk\n\n  Buy his new releases\n\n  Pocket size increases\n\n  Jesus, Flipmode blow the spot to pieces\n  - To fade\n"}]