[{"id":17312461,"name":"Terminally Ill","trackName":"Terminally Ill","artistName":"Forever M.C.","albumName":"Terminally ill","duration":397.241429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, Big Chi in the building\nM80 what it do\nRebel Army shit\nYeah, yeah\nWordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\nLong before the rap game ever went corporate\nThe first day that my first single dropped\nWith a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\nIt's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\nEvery booth that I walk in,\nsuperhero genetically, sellin' out every market\nWordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\nZoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\nMarianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\nMind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\nslashin' throats and crashin'\nboats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\nResults of murdering the ropes I'm\nshatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\nConvincin' folks that I'm God from above and\nmiraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\nIt's the type of shit that make a coward\nwant to settle every beef that we ever had\nAnd wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\nlike a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\nExpand and it's wearin' a wristband,\nain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\nYour nasal passage collapsin',\ndrippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\nToo much sinning now I'm barely existing a\nhemi transmission that is stuck in position\nSo a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\nnarcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\nEven if a hater never see me shine bright\nWhat I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\nWalkin' fine lines with a guideline,\nchoke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\nPut you in your place,\ndue to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\nIt's brutal what I do to a cop,\nmy brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\nbitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\nI kinda didn't want to put out another album\nuntil I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\nThat could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\nChino is the sickest spitter in America\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nwith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\nI'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\nI'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\nI'm the author of all that is ominous,\nI'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\nBrought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\nOff of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\nAfter you swallow this dick,\nI ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\nI hate what the problem is,\nI write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\nI write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\nI'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\nFuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\nHigh with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\nReady to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\nGoddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\nAsk me to get on a track and like a\nhog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\nCrook came back with the murder nonsense\nI murder like I never even heard my conscious\nOnly nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\nOnly nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\nGotta be an actor, not only a factor\nI'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\ngettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\nKinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\nMonster, nigga I said monster\nSicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\nSicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\nharmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\nConquer any MC that I face,\nsqueeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\nand a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\nAny bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\nI regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\nIn the game it could change like Caesars\nI'll still get my piece of the cake,\ngo Philly when the cheese is at stake\nThen I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nwith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\nLeavin' nothin' but carnage\nSo many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\nWith it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\nSick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\nSlippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\nClippin' the shit of a triple today\nFrickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\nTaking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\nS with the illy with it\nThat's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\nWhatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\nChopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\nSet it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\nPathetic, now I got 'em headed for\nurns, bussin' at me and get it returned\nObliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\nEat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\nJust killa when the beat drop\nNigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\nYou can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\nI su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\noff in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\nDippin' away from a crazy KC cop\nPass the Hen', pass the pen\nPut it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\nPick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\nI'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\nLook at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\nIs it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\nI'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\nSick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\nAnd seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\nBuckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\nWhen I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\nGive it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\nBut they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nwith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\nI-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\nWait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\nThe hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\nI must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\nhe lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\nLike I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\nabort and battled [?],\nsmash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\nMatch me for bar for bar,\nshit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\nWhere's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\nDid it all without a major label platform\nGet to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\nSick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\nSo past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\nHear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\nWhen they see me in person,\nthey be at at a loss for words like\nMariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\nNow please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n90 percent of rappers got the same style now\nEast, west, down south went and had a pow wow\nMost of 'em decide to bite each\nother, how the fuck is this allowed now?\nIt's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\ncan't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\nYou can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\nRappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\nClintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\nSmooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\nI will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\nLet the camera zoom in, see my famous face\nStill sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\nI murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\nwhen my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\nThey call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\nAnd I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\nHere's another 1 bar for the course\nWhile these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\nBetter watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\nThey call me Rittz bitch!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.71] Yeah, Big Chi in the building\n[00:08.64] M80 what it do\n[00:11.16] Rebel Army shit\n[00:12.22] Yeah, yeah\n[00:13.22] Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\n[00:14.83] Long before the rap game ever went corporate\n[00:16.51] The first day that my first single dropped\n[00:18.07] With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\n[00:19.83] It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\n[00:21.93] Every booth that I walk in,\n[00:23.03] superhero genetically, sellin' out every market\n[00:24.68] Wordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\n[00:26.55] Zoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\n[00:27.99] Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\n[00:29.64] Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\n[00:30.89] slashin' throats and crashin'\n[00:32.37] boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\n[00:33.58] Results of murdering the ropes I'm\n[00:34.78] shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\n[00:36.10] Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and\n[00:37.83] miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\n[00:39.98] It's the type of shit that make a coward\n[00:42.26] want to settle every beef that we ever had\n[00:43.26] And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\n[00:44.81] like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\n[00:46.64] Expand and it's wearin' a wristband,\n[00:48.22] ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\n[00:49.97] Your nasal passage collapsin',\n[00:51.11] drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\n[00:53.25] Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a\n[00:54.98] hemi transmission that is stuck in position\n[00:56.43] So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\n[00:58.09] narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\n[00:59.85] Even if a hater never see me shine bright\n[01:01.56] What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\n[01:03.01] Walkin' fine lines with a guideline,\n[01:04.68] choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\n[01:06.67] Put you in your place,\n[01:07.69] due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\n[01:09.21] It's brutal what I do to a cop,\n[01:10.21] my brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\n[01:11.42] bitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\n[01:13.29] I kinda didn't want to put out another album\n[01:14.77] until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\n[01:16.42] That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\n[01:18.23] Chino is the sickest spitter in America\n[01:19.75] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[01:26.00] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[01:32.61] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[01:34.64] with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[01:39.40] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n[01:45.84] I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n[01:47.12] I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n[01:48.97] I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n[01:50.71] I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n[01:52.33] Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n[01:54.72] Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n[01:57.43] After you swallow this dick,\n[01:58.41] I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n[01:59.84] I hate what the problem is,\n[02:00.68] I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n[02:01.80] I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n[02:04.68] I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n[02:07.28] Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n[02:09.55] High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n[02:11.45] Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n[02:13.30] Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n[02:15.94] Ask me to get on a track and like a\n[02:17.51] hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n[02:19.19] Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n[02:21.05] I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n[02:22.52] Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n[02:24.32] Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n[02:26.04] Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n[02:27.58] I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n[02:29.34] gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n[02:30.99] Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n[02:32.54] Monster, nigga I said monster\n[02:34.25] Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n[02:35.89] Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n[02:37.39] harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n[02:39.15] Conquer any MC that I face,\n[02:40.94] squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n[02:42.31] and a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n[02:43.64] Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n[02:45.06] I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n[02:46.45] In the game it could change like Caesars\n[02:48.05] I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n[02:49.10] go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n[02:50.46] Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n[02:52.70] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[02:58.99] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[03:05.66] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[03:07.48] with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[03:12.37] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n[03:18.82] Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n[03:19.92] So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n[03:22.17] With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n[03:23.86] Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n[03:25.54] Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n[03:27.56] Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n[03:28.71] Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n[03:30.26] Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n[03:32.18] S with the illy with it\n[03:33.96] That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n[03:35.55] Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n[03:37.03] Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n[03:38.74] Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n[03:40.60] Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n[03:41.78] urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n[03:43.14] Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n[03:45.09] Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n[03:47.23] Just killa when the beat drop\n[03:48.58] Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n[03:50.21] You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n[03:52.96] I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n[03:55.65] off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n[03:57.76] Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n[03:58.92] Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n[04:00.75] Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n[04:02.43] Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n[04:05.12] I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n[04:07.04] Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n[04:08.60] Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n[04:10.30] I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n[04:11.91] Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n[04:14.92] And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n[04:17.33] Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n[04:19.00] When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n[04:21.88] Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n[04:23.97] But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n[04:25.75] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[04:32.20] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[04:38.53] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[04:40.44] with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[04:45.76] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n[04:47.89] I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n[04:51.28] Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n[04:52.80] The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n[04:54.69] I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n[04:56.26] he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n[04:57.85] Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n[04:59.59] abort and battled [?],\n[05:00.69] smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n[05:02.53] Match me for bar for bar,\n[05:03.50] shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n[05:04.86] Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n[05:06.69] Did it all without a major label platform\n[05:08.17] Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n[05:09.79] Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n[05:11.44] So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n[05:13.01] Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n[05:14.71] When they see me in person,\n[05:15.90] they be at at a loss for words like\n[05:17.11] Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n[05:18.52] Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n[05:19.90] 90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n[05:21.63] East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n[05:23.36] Most of 'em decide to bite each\n[05:24.40] other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n[05:25.52] It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n[05:26.72] can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n[05:28.25] You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n[05:30.02] Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n[05:32.36] Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n[05:35.20] Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n[05:36.89] I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n[05:38.45] Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n[05:40.18] Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n[05:41.89] I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n[05:43.15] when my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n[05:45.24] 'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\n[05:48.04] They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n[05:51.14] And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n[05:53.24] Here's another 1 bar for the course\n[05:54.78] While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n[05:56.04] Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n[05:58.51] They call me Rittz bitch!\n[06:01.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Terminally Ill\n  artist: Forever M.C.\n  album: Terminally ill\n  duration_ms: 397241\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, Big 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I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  start_ms: 99400\n  end_ms: 105840\n- text: I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n  start_ms: 105840\n  end_ms: 107120\n- text: I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n  start_ms: 107120\n  end_ms: 108970\n- text: I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n  start_ms: 108970\n  end_ms: 110710\n- text: I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n  start_ms: 110710\n  end_ms: 112330\n- text: Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n  start_ms: 112330\n  end_ms: 114720\n- text: Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n  start_ms: 114720\n  end_ms: 117430\n- text: After you swallow this dick,\n  start_ms: 117430\n  end_ms: 118410\n- text: I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n  start_ms: 118410\n  end_ms: 119840\n- text: I hate what the problem is,\n  start_ms: 119840\n  end_ms: 120680\n- text: I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n  start_ms: 120680\n  end_ms: 121800\n- text: I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n  start_ms: 121800\n  end_ms: 124680\n- text: I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n  start_ms: 124680\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 129550\n- text: High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n  start_ms: 129550\n  end_ms: 131450\n- text: Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n  start_ms: 131450\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135940\n- text: Ask me to get on a track and like a\n  start_ms: 135940\n  end_ms: 137510\n- text: hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n  start_ms: 137510\n  end_ms: 139190\n- text: Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n  start_ms: 139190\n  end_ms: 141050\n- text: I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n  start_ms: 141050\n  end_ms: 142520\n- text: Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n  start_ms: 142520\n  end_ms: 144320\n- text: Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n  start_ms: 144320\n  end_ms: 146040\n- text: Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n  start_ms: 146040\n  end_ms: 147580\n- text: I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n  start_ms: 147580\n  end_ms: 149340\n- text: gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n  start_ms: 149340\n  end_ms: 150990\n- text: Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n  start_ms: 150990\n  end_ms: 152540\n- text: Monster, nigga I said monster\n  start_ms: 152540\n  end_ms: 154250\n- text: Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n  start_ms: 154250\n  end_ms: 155890\n- text: Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n  start_ms: 155890\n  end_ms: 157390\n- text: harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n  start_ms: 157390\n  end_ms: 159150\n- text: Conquer any MC that I face,\n  start_ms: 159150\n  end_ms: 160940\n- text: squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n  start_ms: 160940\n  end_ms: 162310\n- text: and a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n  start_ms: 162310\n  end_ms: 163640\n- text: Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n  start_ms: 163640\n  end_ms: 165060\n- text: I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n  start_ms: 165060\n  end_ms: 166450\n- text: In the game it could change like Caesars\n  start_ms: 166450\n  end_ms: 168050\n- text: I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n  start_ms: 168050\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 170460\n- text: Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n  start_ms: 170460\n  end_ms: 172700\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 172700\n  end_ms: 178990\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 178990\n  end_ms: 185660\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 185660\n  end_ms: 187480\n- text: with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 187480\n  end_ms: 192370\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  start_ms: 192370\n  end_ms: 198820\n- text: Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n  start_ms: 198820\n  end_ms: 199920\n- text: So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n  start_ms: 199920\n  end_ms: 202170\n- text: With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n  start_ms: 202170\n  end_ms: 203860\n- text: Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n  start_ms: 203860\n  end_ms: 205540\n- text: Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n  start_ms: 205540\n  end_ms: 207560\n- text: Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n  start_ms: 207560\n  end_ms: 208710\n- text: Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n  start_ms: 208710\n  end_ms: 210260\n- text: Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n  start_ms: 210260\n  end_ms: 212180\n- text: S with the illy with it\n  start_ms: 212180\n  end_ms: 213960\n- text: That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n  start_ms: 213960\n  end_ms: 215550\n- text: Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n  start_ms: 215550\n  end_ms: 217030\n- text: Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n  start_ms: 217030\n  end_ms: 218740\n- text: Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n  start_ms: 218740\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 221780\n- text: urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n  start_ms: 221780\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 225090\n- text: Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n  start_ms: 225090\n  end_ms: 227230\n- text: Just killa when the beat drop\n  start_ms: 227230\n  end_ms: 228580\n- text: Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n  start_ms: 228580\n  end_ms: 230210\n- text: You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n  start_ms: 230210\n  end_ms: 232960\n- text: I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n  start_ms: 232960\n  end_ms: 235650\n- text: off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n  start_ms: 235650\n  end_ms: 237760\n- text: Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n  start_ms: 237760\n  end_ms: 238920\n- text: Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n  start_ms: 238920\n  end_ms: 240750\n- text: Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n  start_ms: 240750\n  end_ms: 242430\n- text: Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n  start_ms: 242430\n  end_ms: 245120\n- text: I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n  start_ms: 245120\n  end_ms: 247040\n- text: Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n  start_ms: 247040\n  end_ms: 248600\n- text: Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n  start_ms: 248600\n  end_ms: 250300\n- text: I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n  start_ms: 250300\n  end_ms: 251910\n- text: Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n  start_ms: 251910\n  end_ms: 254920\n- text: And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n  start_ms: 254920\n  end_ms: 257330\n- text: Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n  start_ms: 257330\n  end_ms: 259000\n- text: When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n  start_ms: 259000\n  end_ms: 261880\n- text: Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n  start_ms: 261880\n  end_ms: 263970\n- text: But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n  start_ms: 263970\n  end_ms: 265750\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 265750\n  end_ms: 272200\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 272200\n  end_ms: 278530\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 278530\n  end_ms: 280440\n- text: with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 280440\n  end_ms: 285760\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n  start_ms: 285760\n  end_ms: 287890\n- text: I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n  start_ms: 287890\n  end_ms: 291280\n- text: Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n  start_ms: 291280\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n  start_ms: 292800\n  end_ms: 294690\n- text: I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n  start_ms: 294690\n  end_ms: 296260\n- text: he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n  start_ms: 296260\n  end_ms: 297850\n- text: Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n  start_ms: 297850\n  end_ms: 299590\n- text: abort and battled [?],\n  start_ms: 299590\n  end_ms: 300690\n- text: smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n  start_ms: 300690\n  end_ms: 302530\n- text: Match me for bar for bar,\n  start_ms: 302530\n  end_ms: 303500\n- text: shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n  start_ms: 303500\n  end_ms: 304860\n- text: Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n  start_ms: 304860\n  end_ms: 306690\n- text: Did it all without a major label platform\n  start_ms: 306690\n  end_ms: 308170\n- text: Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n  start_ms: 308170\n  end_ms: 309790\n- text: Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n  start_ms: 309790\n  end_ms: 311440\n- text: So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n  start_ms: 311440\n  end_ms: 313010\n- text: Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n  start_ms: 313010\n  end_ms: 314710\n- text: When they see me in person,\n  start_ms: 314710\n  end_ms: 315900\n- text: they be at at a loss for words like\n  start_ms: 315900\n  end_ms: 317110\n- text: Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n  start_ms: 317110\n  end_ms: 318520\n- text: Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n  start_ms: 318520\n  end_ms: 319900\n- text: 90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n  start_ms: 319900\n  end_ms: 321630\n- text: East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n  start_ms: 321630\n  end_ms: 323360\n- text: Most of 'em decide to bite each\n  start_ms: 323360\n  end_ms: 324400\n- text: other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n  start_ms: 324400\n  end_ms: 325520\n- text: It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n  start_ms: 325520\n  end_ms: 326720\n- text: can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n  start_ms: 326720\n  end_ms: 328250\n- text: You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n  start_ms: 328250\n  end_ms: 330020\n- text: Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n  start_ms: 330020\n  end_ms: 332360\n- text: Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n  start_ms: 332360\n  end_ms: 335200\n- text: Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n  start_ms: 335200\n  end_ms: 336890\n- text: I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n  start_ms: 336890\n  end_ms: 338450\n- text: Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n  start_ms: 338450\n  end_ms: 340180\n- text: Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n  start_ms: 340180\n  end_ms: 341890\n- text: I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n  start_ms: 341890\n  end_ms: 343150\n- text: when my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n  start_ms: 343150\n  end_ms: 345240\n- text: '''Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?'\n  start_ms: 345240\n  end_ms: 348040\n- text: They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n  start_ms: 348040\n  end_ms: 351140\n- text: And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n  start_ms: 351140\n  end_ms: 353240\n- text: Here's another 1 bar for the course\n  start_ms: 353240\n  end_ms: 354780\n- text: While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n  start_ms: 354780\n  end_ms: 356040\n- text: Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n  start_ms: 356040\n  end_ms: 358510\n- text: They call me Rittz bitch!\n  start_ms: 358510\n  end_ms: 361570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 361570\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, Big Chi in the 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character\n  That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\n  Chino is the sickest spitter in America\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n  I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n  I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n  I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n  Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n  Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n  After you swallow this dick,\n  I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n  I hate what the problem is,\n  I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n  I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n  I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n  Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n  High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n  Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n  Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n  Ask me to get on a track and like a\n  hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n  Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n  I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n  Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n  Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n  Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n  I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n  gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n  Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n  Monster, nigga I said monster\n  Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n  Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n  harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n  Conquer any MC that I face,\n  squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n  and a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n  Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n  I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n  In the game it could change like Caesars\n  I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n  go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n  Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n  So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n  With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n  Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n  Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n  Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n  Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n  Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n  S with the illy with it\n  That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n  Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n  Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n  Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n  Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n  urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n  Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n  Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n  Just killa when the beat drop\n  Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n  You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n  I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n  off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n  Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n  Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n  Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n  Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n  I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n  Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n  Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n  I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n  Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n  And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n  Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n  When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n  Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n  But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n  I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n  Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n  The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n  I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n  he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n  Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n  abort and battled [?],\n  smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n  Match me for bar for bar,\n  shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n  Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n  Did it all without a major label platform\n  Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n  Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n  So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n  Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n  When they see me in person,\n  they be at at a loss for words like\n  Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n  Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n  90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n  East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n  Most of 'em decide to bite each\n  other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n  It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n  can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n  You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n  Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n  Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n  Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n  I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n  Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n  Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n  I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n  when my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n  'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\n  They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n  And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n  Here's another 1 bar for the course\n  While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n  Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n  They call me Rittz bitch!\n"},{"id":1033905,"name":"Terminally ill (feat. 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I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nWith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\nI'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\nI'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\nI'm the author of all that is ominous,\nI'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\nBrought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\nOff of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\nAfter you swallow this dick,\nI ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\nI hate what the problem is,\nI write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\nI write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\nI'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\nFuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\nHigh with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\nReady to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\nGoddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\nAsk me to get on a track and like a\nHog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\nCrook came back with the murder nonsense\nI murder like I never even heard my conscious\nOnly nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\nOnly nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\nGotta be an actor, not only a factor\nI'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\nGettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\nKinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\nMonster, nigga I said monster\nSicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\nSicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\nHarmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\nConquer any MC that I face,\nSqueeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\nAnd a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\nAny bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\nI regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\nIn the game it could change like Caesars\nI'll still get my piece of the cake,\nGo Philly when the cheese is at stake\nThen I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nWith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\nLeavin' nothin' but carnage\nSo many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\nWith it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\nSick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\nSlippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\nClippin' the shit of a triple today\nFrickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\nTaking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\nS with the illy with it\nThat's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\nWhatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\nChopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\nSet it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\nPathetic, now I got 'em headed for\nUrns, bussin' at me and get it returned\nObliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\nEat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\nJust killa when the beat drop\nNigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\nYou can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\nI su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\nOff in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\nDippin' away from a crazy KC cop\nPass the Hen', pass the pen\nPut it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\nPick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\nI'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\nLook at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\nIs it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\nI'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\nSick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\nAnd seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\nBuckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\nWhen I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\nGive it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\nBut they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nWith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\nI-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\nWait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\nThe hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\nI must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\nHe lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\nLike I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\nAbort and battled [?],\nSmash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\nMatch me for bar for bar,\nShit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\nWhere's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\nDid it all without a major label platform\nGet to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\nSick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\nSo past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\nHear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\nWhen they see me in person,\nThey be at at a loss for words like\nMariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\nNow please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n90 percent of rappers got the same style now\nEast, west, down south went and had a pow wow\nMost of 'em decide to bite each\nOther, how the fuck is this allowed now?\nIt's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\nCan't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\nYou can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\nRappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\nClintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\nSmooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\nI will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\nLet the camera zoom in, see my famous face\nStill sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\nI murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\nWhen my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\nThey call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\nAnd I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\nHere's another 1 bar for the course\nWhile these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\nBetter watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\nThey call me Rittz bitch!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.69] Yeah, Big Chi in the building\n[00:08.47] M80 what it do\n[00:11.00] Rebel Army shit\n[00:12.03] Yeah, yeah\n[00:13.11] Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\n[00:14.71] Long before the rap game ever went corporate\n[00:16.39] The first day that my first single dropped\n[00:17.90] With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\n[00:19.75] It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\n[00:21.85] Every booth that I walk in,\n[00:22.95] Superhero genetically, sellin' out every market\n[00:24.45] Wordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\n[00:26.48] Zoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\n[00:27.82] Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\n[00:29.52] Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\n[00:30.73] Slashin' throats and crashin'\n[00:32.28] Boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\n[00:33.43] Results of murdering the ropes I'm\n[00:34.60] Shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\n[00:36.02] Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and\n[00:37.83] Miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\n[00:39.98] It's the type of shit that make a coward\n[00:42.17] Want to settle every beef that we ever had\n[00:43.25] And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\n[00:44.89] Like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\n[00:46.63] Expand and it's wearin' a wristband,\n[00:48.27] Ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\n[00:49.96] Your nasal passage collapsin',\n[00:51.15] Drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\n[00:53.23] Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a\n[00:54.95] Hemi transmission that is stuck in position\n[00:56.44] So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\n[00:57.90] Narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\n[00:59.86] Even if a hater never see me shine bright\n[01:01.57] What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\n[01:03.01] Walkin' fine lines with a guideline,\n[01:04.68] Choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\n[01:06.65] Put you in your place,\n[01:07.61] Due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\n[01:09.23] It's brutal what I do to a cop,\n[01:10.21] My brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\n[01:11.37] Bitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\n[01:13.29] I kinda didn't want to put out another album\n[01:14.80] Until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\n[01:16.50] That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\n[01:18.22] Chino is the sickest spitter in America\n[01:19.63] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[01:26.08] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[01:32.55] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[01:34.44] With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[01:39.40] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n[01:45.89] I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n[01:47.02] I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n[01:48.78] I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n[01:50.65] I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n[01:52.22] Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n[01:54.71] Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n[01:57.42] After you swallow this dick,\n[01:58.49] I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n[01:59.77] I hate what the problem is,\n[02:00.55] I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n[02:01.74] I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n[02:04.61] I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n[02:07.25] Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n[02:09.50] High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n[02:11.58] Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n[02:13.26] Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n[02:15.98] Ask me to get on a track and like a\n[02:17.54] Hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n[02:19.18] Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n[02:20.92] I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n[02:22.55] Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n[02:24.36] Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n[02:25.91] Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n[02:27.55] I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n[02:29.35] Gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n[02:30.94] Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n[02:32.58] Monster, nigga I said monster\n[02:34.24] Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n[02:35.89] Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n[02:37.32] Harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n[02:39.15] Conquer any MC that I face,\n[02:40.99] Squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n[02:42.35] And a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n[02:43.83] Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n[02:45.03] I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n[02:46.48] In the game it could change like Caesars\n[02:48.05] I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n[02:49.15] Go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n[02:50.47] Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n[02:52.72] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[02:59.01] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[03:05.61] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[03:07.24] With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[03:12.36] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n[03:18.92] Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n[03:19.82] So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n[03:22.03] With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n[03:23.81] Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n[03:25.57] Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n[03:27.52] Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n[03:28.73] Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n[03:30.13] Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n[03:32.08] S with the illy with it\n[03:33.95] That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n[03:35.59] Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n[03:37.04] Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n[03:38.79] Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n[03:40.67] Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n[03:41.78] Urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n[03:43.18] Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n[03:45.00] Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n[03:47.23] Just killa when the beat drop\n[03:48.57] Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n[03:50.26] You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n[03:52.76] I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n[03:55.61] Off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n[03:57.74] Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n[03:58.92] Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n[04:00.77] Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n[04:02.41] Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n[04:05.15] I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n[04:07.08] Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n[04:08.63] Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n[04:10.39] I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n[04:11.95] Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n[04:15.06] And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n[04:17.31] Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n[04:18.98] When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n[04:21.97] Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n[04:24.00] But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n[04:25.61] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[04:32.30] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[04:38.52] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[04:40.49] With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[04:45.77] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n[04:48.02] I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n[04:51.43] Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n[04:52.75] The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n[04:54.50] I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n[04:56.11] He lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n[04:57.94] Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n[04:59.30] Abort and battled [?],\n[05:00.44] Smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n[05:02.42] Match me for bar for bar,\n[05:03.37] Shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n[05:04.52] Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n[05:06.43] Did it all without a major label platform\n[05:07.92] Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n[05:09.53] Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n[05:11.21] So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n[05:12.84] Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n[05:14.58] When they see me in person,\n[05:15.60] They be at at a loss for words like\n[05:16.98] Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n[05:18.28] Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n[05:19.75] 90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n[05:21.34] East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n[05:23.20] Most of 'em decide to bite each\n[05:24.44] Other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n[05:25.51] It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n[05:26.69] Can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n[05:28.05] You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n[05:29.92] Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n[05:32.32] Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n[05:35.04] Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n[05:36.88] I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n[05:38.44] Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n[05:39.98] Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n[05:41.64] I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n[05:43.14] When my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n[05:45.29] 'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\n[05:47.89] They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n[05:51.15] And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n[05:53.04] Here's another 1 bar for the course\n[05:54.51] While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n[05:56.03] Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n[05:58.56] They call me Rittz bitch!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Terminally ill (feat. 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I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  start_ms: 99400\n  end_ms: 105890\n- text: I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n  start_ms: 105890\n  end_ms: 107020\n- text: I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n  start_ms: 107020\n  end_ms: 108780\n- text: I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n  start_ms: 108780\n  end_ms: 110650\n- text: I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n  start_ms: 110650\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 114710\n- text: Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n  start_ms: 114710\n  end_ms: 117420\n- text: After you swallow this dick,\n  start_ms: 117420\n  end_ms: 118490\n- text: I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n  start_ms: 118490\n  end_ms: 119770\n- text: I hate what the problem is,\n  start_ms: 119770\n  end_ms: 120550\n- text: I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n  start_ms: 120550\n  end_ms: 121740\n- text: I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n  start_ms: 121740\n  end_ms: 124610\n- text: I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n  start_ms: 124610\n  end_ms: 127250\n- text: Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n  start_ms: 127250\n  end_ms: 129500\n- text: High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n  start_ms: 129500\n  end_ms: 131580\n- text: Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n  start_ms: 131580\n  end_ms: 133260\n- text: Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n  start_ms: 133260\n  end_ms: 135980\n- text: Ask me to get on a track and like a\n  start_ms: 135980\n  end_ms: 137540\n- text: Hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n  start_ms: 137540\n  end_ms: 139180\n- text: Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n  start_ms: 139180\n  end_ms: 140920\n- text: I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n  start_ms: 140920\n  end_ms: 142550\n- text: Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n  start_ms: 142550\n  end_ms: 144360\n- text: Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n  start_ms: 144360\n  end_ms: 145910\n- text: Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n  start_ms: 145910\n  end_ms: 147550\n- text: I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n  start_ms: 147550\n  end_ms: 149350\n- text: Gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n  start_ms: 149350\n  end_ms: 150940\n- text: Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n  start_ms: 150940\n  end_ms: 152580\n- text: Monster, nigga I said monster\n  start_ms: 152580\n  end_ms: 154240\n- text: Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n  start_ms: 154240\n  end_ms: 155890\n- text: Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n  start_ms: 155890\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: Harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159150\n- text: Conquer any MC that I face,\n  start_ms: 159150\n  end_ms: 160990\n- text: Squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n  start_ms: 160990\n  end_ms: 162350\n- text: And a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n  start_ms: 162350\n  end_ms: 163830\n- text: Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n  start_ms: 163830\n  end_ms: 165030\n- text: I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n  start_ms: 165030\n  end_ms: 166480\n- text: In the game it could change like Caesars\n  start_ms: 166480\n  end_ms: 168050\n- text: I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n  start_ms: 168050\n  end_ms: 169150\n- text: Go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n  start_ms: 169150\n  end_ms: 170470\n- text: Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n  start_ms: 170470\n  end_ms: 172720\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 172720\n  end_ms: 179010\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 179010\n  end_ms: 185610\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 185610\n  end_ms: 187240\n- text: With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 187240\n  end_ms: 192360\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  start_ms: 192360\n  end_ms: 198920\n- text: Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n  start_ms: 198920\n  end_ms: 199820\n- text: So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n  start_ms: 199820\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 203810\n- text: Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n  start_ms: 203810\n  end_ms: 205570\n- text: Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n  start_ms: 205570\n  end_ms: 207520\n- text: Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n  start_ms: 207520\n  end_ms: 208730\n- text: Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n  start_ms: 208730\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 212080\n- text: S with the illy with it\n  start_ms: 212080\n  end_ms: 213950\n- text: That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n  start_ms: 213950\n  end_ms: 215590\n- text: Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n  start_ms: 215590\n  end_ms: 217040\n- text: Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n  start_ms: 217040\n  end_ms: 218790\n- text: Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n  start_ms: 218790\n  end_ms: 220670\n- text: Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n  start_ms: 220670\n  end_ms: 221780\n- text: Urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n  start_ms: 221780\n  end_ms: 223180\n- text: Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n  start_ms: 223180\n  end_ms: 225000\n- text: Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n  start_ms: 225000\n  end_ms: 227230\n- text: Just killa when the beat drop\n  start_ms: 227230\n  end_ms: 228570\n- text: Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n  start_ms: 228570\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 235610\n- text: Off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n  start_ms: 235610\n  end_ms: 237740\n- text: Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n  start_ms: 237740\n  end_ms: 238920\n- text: Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n  start_ms: 238920\n  end_ms: 240770\n- text: Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n  start_ms: 240770\n  end_ms: 242410\n- text: Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n  start_ms: 242410\n  end_ms: 245150\n- text: I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n  start_ms: 245150\n  end_ms: 247080\n- text: Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n  start_ms: 247080\n  end_ms: 248630\n- text: Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n  start_ms: 248630\n  end_ms: 250390\n- text: I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n  start_ms: 250390\n  end_ms: 251950\n- text: Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n  start_ms: 251950\n  end_ms: 255060\n- text: And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n  start_ms: 255060\n  end_ms: 257310\n- text: Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n  start_ms: 257310\n  end_ms: 258980\n- text: When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n  start_ms: 258980\n  end_ms: 261970\n- text: Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n  start_ms: 261970\n  end_ms: 264000\n- text: But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n  start_ms: 264000\n  end_ms: 265610\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 265610\n  end_ms: 272300\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 272300\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 280490\n- text: With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 280490\n  end_ms: 285770\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n  start_ms: 285770\n  end_ms: 288020\n- text: I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n  start_ms: 288020\n  end_ms: 291430\n- text: Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n  start_ms: 291430\n  end_ms: 292750\n- text: The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n  start_ms: 292750\n  end_ms: 294500\n- text: I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n  start_ms: 294500\n  end_ms: 296110\n- text: He lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n  start_ms: 296110\n  end_ms: 297940\n- text: Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n  start_ms: 297940\n  end_ms: 299300\n- text: Abort and battled [?],\n  start_ms: 299300\n  end_ms: 300440\n- text: Smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n  start_ms: 300440\n  end_ms: 302420\n- text: Match me for bar for bar,\n  start_ms: 302420\n  end_ms: 303370\n- text: Shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n  start_ms: 303370\n  end_ms: 304520\n- text: Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n  start_ms: 304520\n  end_ms: 306430\n- text: Did it all without a major label platform\n  start_ms: 306430\n  end_ms: 307920\n- text: Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n  start_ms: 307920\n  end_ms: 309530\n- text: Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n  start_ms: 309530\n  end_ms: 311210\n- text: So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n  start_ms: 311210\n  end_ms: 312840\n- text: Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n  start_ms: 312840\n  end_ms: 314580\n- text: When they see me in person,\n  start_ms: 314580\n  end_ms: 315600\n- text: They be at at a loss for words like\n  start_ms: 315600\n  end_ms: 316980\n- text: Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n  start_ms: 316980\n  end_ms: 318280\n- text: Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n  start_ms: 318280\n  end_ms: 319750\n- text: 90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n  start_ms: 319750\n  end_ms: 321340\n- text: East, west, down south 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339980\n- text: Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n  start_ms: 339980\n  end_ms: 341640\n- text: I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n  start_ms: 341640\n  end_ms: 343140\n- text: When my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n  start_ms: 343140\n  end_ms: 345290\n- text: '''Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?'\n  start_ms: 345290\n  end_ms: 347890\n- text: They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n  start_ms: 347890\n  end_ms: 351150\n- text: And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n  start_ms: 351150\n  end_ms: 353040\n- text: Here's another 1 bar for the course\n  start_ms: 353040\n  end_ms: 354510\n- text: While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n  start_ms: 354510\n  end_ms: 356030\n- text: Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n  start_ms: 356030\n  end_ms: 358560\n- text: They call me Rittz bitch!\n  start_ms: 358560\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, Big Chi in the building\n  M80 what it do\n  Rebel Army shit\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\n  Long before the rap game ever went corporate\n  The first day that my first single dropped\n  With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\n  It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\n  Every booth that I walk in,\n  Superhero genetically, sellin' out every market\n  Wordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\n  Zoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\n  Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\n  Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\n  Slashin' throats and crashin'\n  Boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\n  Results of murdering the ropes I'm\n  Shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\n  Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and\n  Miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\n  It's the type of shit that make a coward\n  Want to settle every beef that we ever had\n  And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\n  Like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\n  Expand and it's wearin' a wristband,\n  Ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\n  Your nasal passage collapsin',\n  Drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\n  Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a\n  Hemi transmission that is stuck in position\n  So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\n  Narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\n  Even if a hater never see me shine bright\n  What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\n  Walkin' fine lines with a guideline,\n  Choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\n  Put you in your place,\n  Due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\n  It's brutal what I do to a cop,\n  My brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\n  Bitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\n  I kinda didn't want to put out another album\n  Until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\n  That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\n  Chino is the sickest spitter in America\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n  I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n  I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n  I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n  Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n  Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n  After you swallow this dick,\n  I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n  I hate what the problem is,\n  I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n  I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n  I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n  Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n  High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n  Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n  Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n  Ask me to get on a track and like a\n  Hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n  Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n  I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n  Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n  Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n  Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n  I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n  Gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n  Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n  Monster, nigga I said monster\n  Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n  Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n  Harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n  Conquer any MC that I face,\n  Squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n  And a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n  Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n  I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n  In the game it could change like Caesars\n  I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n  Go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n  Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n  So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n  With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n  Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n  Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n  Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n  Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n  Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n  S with the illy with it\n  That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n  Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n  Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n  Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n  Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n  Urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n  Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n  Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n  Just killa when the beat drop\n  Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n  You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n  I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n  Off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n  Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n  Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n  Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n  Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n  I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n  Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n  Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n  I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n  Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n  And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n  Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n  When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n  Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n  But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n  I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n  Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n  The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n  I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n  He lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n  Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n  Abort and battled [?],\n  Smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n  Match me for bar for bar,\n  Shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n  Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n  Did it all without a major label platform\n  Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n  Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n  So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n  Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n  When they see me in person,\n  They be at at a loss for words like\n  Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n  Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n  90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n  East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n  Most of 'em decide to bite each\n  Other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n  It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n  Can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n  You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n  Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n  Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n  Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n  I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n  Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n  Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n  I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n  When my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n  'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\n  They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n  And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n  Here's another 1 bar for the course\n  While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n  Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n  They call me Rittz bitch!\n"},{"id":11722501,"name":"Terminally Ill (feat. 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I (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (fuckin' with) I\nI'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse, I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\nI'm the author of all that is ominous, I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\nBrought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\nOff of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\nAfter you swallow this dick, I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\nI hate what the problem is, I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\nI write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\nI'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\nFuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\nHigh with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\nReady to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\nGoddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\nAsk me to get on a track and like a hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\nCrook came back with the murder nonsense\nI murder like I never even heard my conscious\nOnly nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\nOnly nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\nGotta be an actor, not only a factor\nI'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\nKinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\nMonster, nigga I said monster\nSicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\nSicker than Billy Clinton playin' the harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\nConquer any MC that I face, squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize and a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\nAny bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\nI regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\nIn the game it could change like Caesars\nI'll still get my piece of the cake, go Philly when the cheese is at stake\nThen I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (fuckin' with) I\nLeavin' nothin' but carnage\nSo many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\nWith it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\nSick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\nSlippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\nClippin' the shit of a triple today\nFrickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\nTaking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\nS with the illy with it\nThat's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\nWhatever happened to him? In the neck, the milli hit it\nChopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\nSet it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\nPathetic, now I got 'em headed for urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\nObliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\nEat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\nJust killa when the beat drop\nNigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\nYou can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\nI su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\nDippin' away from a crazy KC cop\nPast the Hen', pass the pen\nPut it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\nPick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\nI'm in the zone, I ain't never known an equal\nLook at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\nIs it the crime? With the 9, duckin' in the steeple\nI'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\nSick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\nAnd seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\nBluckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\nWhen I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\nGive it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\nBut they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, (fuck-, fuck-), I, (fuck-, fuckin' with) I\nWait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\nThe hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity buy some X\nI must've comped his ass any rapper saying that he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\nLike I'm an astronaut that blasted off, abort and battered dat, smash through asteroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\nMatch me for bar for bar, shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\nWhere's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\nDid it all without a major label platform\nGet to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\nSick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\nSo past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\nHear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\nWhen they see me in person, they be at at a loss for words like Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\nNow please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n90 percent of rappers got the same style now\nEast, west, down south went and had a pow wow\nMost of 'em decide to bite each other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\nIt's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse, can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\nYou can see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\nRappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\nClintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\nSmooth in the booth when it's moonlit but I will knock a dude out like I'm at a new lip\nLet the camera zoom in, see my famous face\nStill sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\nI murder every verse I'm on, in fact, when my verse are done you's the one sayin' amazin' grace\n'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\nThey call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\nAnd I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\nHere's another 1 bar for the course\nWhile these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\nBetter watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\nThey call me Rittz bitch!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.32] Yeah, Big Chi in the building\n[00:08.96] M80 what it do\n[00:10.45] Rebel Army shit\n[00:11.68] Yeah, yeah\n[00:13.20] Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\n[00:14.58] Long before the rap game ever went corporate\n[00:16.02] The first day that my first single dropped\n[00:17.78] With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\n[00:19.41] It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\n[00:21.83] Every booth that I walk in, superhero genetically, sellin' out every market\n[00:24.15] Wordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\n[00:26.01] Zoom, zoom, spit at jet propulsion\n[00:27.52] Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\n[00:29.05] Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis, slashin' throats and crashin' boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\n[00:33.07] Results of murdering the ropes I'm shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\n[00:35.80] Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\n[00:39.55] Some type of shit that make a coward want to settle every beef that we ever had\n[00:42.77] And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\n[00:45.69] Expand and it's wearin' a wristband, ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\n[00:49.40] Your nasal passages collapsin', drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\n[00:52.67] Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a hemi transmission that's stuck in position\n[00:56.00] So a cannon in our cannon is necessary to stop the narcoleptic poison to the pen insurrection like writ van\n[00:59.05] Even if a hater never see me shine bright\n[01:01.19] What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\n[01:02.71] Walk a fine line, spit a guideline, trick a weird cheery to his own with a pom pom\n[01:05.33] Put you in your place, due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\n[01:08.07] It's brutal what I do to a cop, my brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a bitch 'til the uterus rot, nigga please stop\n[01:12.28] I kinda didn't want to put out another album until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\n[01:15.88] That can never damage the word, my plan is a prefered\n[01:17.59] Chino was the sickest spitter in America\n[01:19.11] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I (am the magnificent)\n[01:25.90] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I (am the magnificent)\n[01:31.62] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (am the magnificent)\n[01:38.94] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? 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In the neck, the milli hit it\n[03:35.93] Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n[03:37.60] Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n[03:39.42] Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n[03:41.85] Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n[03:44.10] Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n[03:45.82] Just killa when the beat drop\n[03:47.54] Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n[03:49.12] You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n[03:51.39] I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n[03:55.89] Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n[03:57.67] Past the Hen', pass the pen\n[03:59.42] Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n[04:01.04] Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n[04:03.58] I'm in the zone, I ain't never known an equal\n[04:05.38] Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n[04:07.12] Is it the crime? With the 9, duckin' in the steeple\n[04:09.05] I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n[04:10.52] Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n[04:13.69] And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n[04:15.51] Bluckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n[04:17.93] When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n[04:20.20] Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n[04:22.51] But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n[04:24.06] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I (am the magnificent)\n[04:30.23] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I (am the magnificent)\n[04:36.91] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (am the magnificent)\n[04:44.02] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, (fuck-, fuck-), I, (fuck-, fuckin' with) I\n[04:50.00] Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n[04:51.63] The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity buy some X\n[04:53.46] I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n[04:56.60] Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off, abort and battered dat, smash through asteroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n[05:01.82] Match me for bar for bar, shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n[05:04.15] Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n[05:05.81] Did it all without a major label platform\n[05:07.35] Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n[05:08.89] Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n[05:10.45] So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n[05:12.13] Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n[05:13.98] When they see me in person, they be at at a loss for words like Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n[05:17.18] Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n[05:18.73] 90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n[05:20.25] East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n[05:21.60] Most of 'em decide to bite each other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n[05:23.70] It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse, can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n[05:26.82] You can see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n[05:28.80] Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n[05:30.59] Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n[05:34.00] Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but I will knock a dude out like I'm at a new lip\n[05:36.99] Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n[05:38.62] Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n[05:40.35] I murder every verse I'm on, in fact, when my verse are done you's the one sayin' amazin' grace\n[05:43.64] 'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\n[05:46.68] They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n[05:50.16] And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n[05:52.02] Here's another 1 bar for the course\n[05:53.15] While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n[05:54.88] Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n[05:56.44] They call me Rittz bitch!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Terminally Ill (feat. 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I, I (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 270230\n  end_ms: 276910\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 276910\n  end_ms: 284020\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, (fuck-, fuck-), I, (fuck-, fuckin' with) I\n  start_ms: 284020\n  end_ms: 290000\n- text: Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n  start_ms: 290000\n  end_ms: 291630\n- text: The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity buy some X\n  start_ms: 291630\n  end_ms: 293460\n- text: I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n  start_ms: 293460\n  end_ms: 296600\n- text: Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off, abort and battered dat, smash through asteroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n  start_ms: 296600\n  end_ms: 301820\n- text: Match me for bar for bar, shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n  start_ms: 301820\n  end_ms: 304150\n- text: Where's the applause for that? 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I (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (fuckin' with) I\n  I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse, I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n  I'm the author of all that is ominous, I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n  Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n  Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n  After you swallow this dick, I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n  I hate what the problem is, I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n  I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n  I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n  Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n  High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n  Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n  Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n  Ask me to get on a track and like a hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n  Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n  I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n  Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n  Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n  Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n  I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n  Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n  Monster, nigga I said monster\n  Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n  Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n  Conquer any MC that I face, squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize and a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n  Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n  I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n  In the game it could change like Caesars\n  I'll still get my piece of the cake, go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n  Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (fuckin' with) I\n  Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n  So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n  With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n  Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n  Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n  Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n  Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n  Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n  S with the illy with it\n  That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n  Whatever happened to him? In the neck, the milli hit it\n  Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n  Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n  Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n  Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n  Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n  Just killa when the beat drop\n  Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n  You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n  I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n  Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n  Past the Hen', pass the pen\n  Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n  Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n  I'm in the zone, I ain't never known an equal\n  Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n  Is it the crime? With the 9, duckin' in the steeple\n  I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n  Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n  And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n  Bluckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n  When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n  Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n  But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, I, I (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I, (fuck-, fuck-), I, (fuck-, fuckin' with) I\n  Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n  The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity buy some X\n  I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n  Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off, abort and battered dat, smash through asteroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n  Match me for bar for bar, shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n  Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n  Did it all without a major label platform\n  Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n  Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n  So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n  Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n  When they see me in person, they be at at a loss for words like Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n  Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n  90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n  East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n  Most of 'em decide to bite each other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n  It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse, can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n  You can see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n  Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n  Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n  Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but I will knock a dude out like I'm at a new lip\n  Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n  Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n  I murder every verse I'm on, in fact, when my verse are done you's the one sayin' amazin' grace\n  'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\n  They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n  And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n  Here's another 1 bar for the course\n  While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n  Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n  They call me Rittz bitch!\n"},{"id":14080424,"name":"Terminally ill","trackName":"Terminally ill","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Forever M.C.","duration":397.296,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, Big Chi in the building\nM80 what it do\nRebel Army shit\nYeah, yeah\nWordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\nLong before the rap game ever went corporate\nThe first day that my first single dropped\nWith a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\nIt's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\nEvery booth that I walk in,\nsuperhero genetically, sellin' out every market\nWordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\nZoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\nMarianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\nMind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\nslashin' throats and crashin'\nboats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\nResults of murdering the ropes I'm\nshatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\nConvincin' folks that I'm God from above and\nmiraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\nIt's the type of shit that make a coward\nwant to settle every beef that we ever had\nAnd wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\nlike a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\nExpand and it's wearin' a wristband,\nain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\nYour nasal passage collapsin',\ndrippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\nToo much sinning now I'm barely existing a\nhemi transmission that is stuck in position\nSo a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\nnarcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\nEven if a hater never see me shine bright\nWhat I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\nWalkin' fine lines with a guideline,\nchoke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\nPut you in your place,\ndue to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\nIt's brutal what I do to a cop,\nmy brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\nbitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\nI kinda didn't want to put out another album\nuntil I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\nThat could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\nChino is the sickest spitter in America\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nwith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\nI'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\nI'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\nI'm the author of all that is ominous,\nI'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\nBrought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\nOff of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\nAfter you swallow this dick,\nI ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\nI hate what the problem is,\nI write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\nI write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\nI'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\nFuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\nHigh with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\nReady to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\nGoddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\nAsk me to get on a track and like a\nhog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\nCrook came back with the murder nonsense\nI murder like I never even heard my conscious\nOnly nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\nOnly nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\nGotta be an actor, not only a factor\nI'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\ngettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\nKinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\nMonster, nigga I said monster\nSicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\nSicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\nharmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\nConquer any MC that I face,\nsqueeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\nand a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\nAny bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\nI regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\nIn the game it could change like Caesars\nI'll still get my piece of the cake,\ngo Philly when the cheese is at stake\nThen I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nwith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\nLeavin' nothin' but carnage\nSo many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\nWith it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\nSick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\nSlippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\nClippin' the shit of a triple today\nFrickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\nTaking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\nS with the illy with it\nThat's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\nWhatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\nChopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\nSet it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\nPathetic, now I got 'em headed for\nurns, bussin' at me and get it returned\nObliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\nEat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\nJust killa when the beat drop\nNigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\nYou can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\nI su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\noff in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\nDippin' away from a crazy KC cop\nPass the Hen', pass the pen\nPut it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\nPick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\nI'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\nLook at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\nIs it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\nI'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\nSick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\nAnd seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\nBuckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\nWhen I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\nGive it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\nBut they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nwith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\nI-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\nWait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\nThe hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\nI must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\nhe lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\nLike I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\nabort and battled [?],\nsmash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\nMatch me for bar for bar,\nshit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\nWhere's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\nDid it all without a major label platform\nGet to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\nSick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\nSo past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\nHear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\nWhen they see me in person,\nthey be at at a loss for words like\nMariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\nNow please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n90 percent of rappers got the same style now\nEast, west, down south went and had a pow wow\nMost of 'em decide to bite each\nother, how the fuck is this allowed now?\nIt's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\ncan't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\nYou can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\nRappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\nClintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\nSmooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\nI will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\nLet the camera zoom in, see my famous face\nStill sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\nI murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\nwhen my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\nThey call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\nAnd I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\nHere's another 1 bar for the course\nWhile these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\nBetter watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\nThey call me Rittz bitch!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.71] Yeah, Big Chi in the building\n[00:08.64] M80 what it do\n[00:11.16] Rebel Army shit\n[00:12.22] Yeah, yeah\n[00:13.22] Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\n[00:14.83] Long before the rap game ever went corporate\n[00:16.51] The first day that my first single dropped\n[00:18.07] With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\n[00:19.83] It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\n[00:21.93] Every booth that I walk in,\n[00:23.03] superhero genetically, sellin' out every market\n[00:24.68] Wordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\n[00:26.55] Zoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\n[00:27.99] Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\n[00:29.64] Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\n[00:30.89] slashin' throats and crashin'\n[00:32.37] boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\n[00:33.58] Results of murdering the ropes I'm\n[00:34.78] shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\n[00:36.10] Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and\n[00:37.83] miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\n[00:39.98] It's the type of shit that make a coward\n[00:42.26] want to settle every beef that we ever had\n[00:43.26] And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\n[00:44.81] like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\n[00:46.64] Expand and it's wearin' a wristband,\n[00:48.22] ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\n[00:49.97] Your nasal passage collapsin',\n[00:51.11] drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\n[00:53.25] Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a\n[00:54.98] hemi transmission that is stuck in position\n[00:56.43] So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\n[00:58.09] narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\n[00:59.85] Even if a hater never see me shine bright\n[01:01.56] What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\n[01:03.01] Walkin' fine lines with a guideline,\n[01:04.68] choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\n[01:06.67] Put you in your place,\n[01:07.69] due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\n[01:09.21] It's brutal what I do to a cop,\n[01:10.21] my brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\n[01:11.42] bitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\n[01:13.29] I kinda didn't want to put out another album\n[01:14.77] until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\n[01:16.42] That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\n[01:18.23] Chino is the sickest spitter in America\n[01:19.75] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[01:26.00] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[01:32.61] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[01:34.64] with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[01:39.40] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n[01:45.84] I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n[01:47.12] I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n[01:48.97] I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n[01:50.71] I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n[01:52.33] Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n[01:54.72] Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n[01:57.43] After you swallow this dick,\n[01:58.41] I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n[01:59.84] I hate what the problem is,\n[02:00.68] I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n[02:01.80] I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n[02:04.68] I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n[02:07.28] Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n[02:09.55] High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n[02:11.45] Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n[02:13.30] Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n[02:15.94] Ask me to get on a track and like a\n[02:17.51] hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n[02:19.19] Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n[02:21.05] I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n[02:22.52] Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n[02:24.32] Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n[02:26.04] Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n[02:27.58] I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n[02:29.34] gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n[02:30.99] Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n[02:32.54] Monster, nigga I said monster\n[02:34.25] Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n[02:35.89] Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n[02:37.39] harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n[02:39.15] Conquer any MC that I face,\n[02:40.94] squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n[02:42.31] and a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n[02:43.64] Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n[02:45.06] I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n[02:46.45] In the game it could change like Caesars\n[02:48.05] I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n[02:49.10] go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n[02:50.46] Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n[02:52.70] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[02:58.99] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[03:05.66] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[03:07.48] with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[03:12.37] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n[03:18.82] Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n[03:19.92] So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n[03:22.17] With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n[03:23.86] Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n[03:25.54] Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n[03:27.56] Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n[03:28.71] Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n[03:30.26] Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n[03:32.18] S with the illy with it\n[03:33.96] That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n[03:35.55] Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n[03:37.03] Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n[03:38.74] Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n[03:40.60] Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n[03:41.78] urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n[03:43.14] Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n[03:45.09] Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n[03:47.23] Just killa when the beat drop\n[03:48.58] Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n[03:50.21] You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n[03:52.96] I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n[03:55.65] off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n[03:57.76] Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n[03:58.92] Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n[04:00.75] Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n[04:02.43] Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n[04:05.12] I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n[04:07.04] Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n[04:08.60] Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n[04:10.30] I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n[04:11.91] Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n[04:14.92] And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n[04:17.33] Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n[04:19.00] When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n[04:21.88] Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n[04:23.97] But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n[04:25.75] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[04:32.20] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[04:38.53] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[04:40.44] with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[04:45.76] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n[04:47.89] I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n[04:51.28] Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n[04:52.80] The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n[04:54.69] I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n[04:56.26] he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n[04:57.85] Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n[04:59.59] abort and battled [?],\n[05:00.69] smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n[05:02.53] Match me for bar for bar,\n[05:03.50] shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n[05:04.86] Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n[05:06.69] Did it all without a major label platform\n[05:08.17] Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n[05:09.79] Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n[05:11.44] So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n[05:13.01] Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n[05:14.71] When they see me in person,\n[05:15.90] they be at at a loss for words like\n[05:17.11] Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n[05:18.52] Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n[05:19.90] 90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n[05:21.63] East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n[05:23.36] Most of 'em decide to bite each\n[05:24.40] other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n[05:25.52] It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n[05:26.72] can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n[05:28.25] You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n[05:30.02] Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n[05:32.36] Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n[05:35.20] Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n[05:36.89] I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n[05:38.45] Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n[05:40.18] Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n[05:41.89] I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n[05:43.15] when my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n[05:45.24] 'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\n[05:48.04] They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n[05:51.14] And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n[05:53.24] Here's another 1 bar for the course\n[05:54.78] While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n[05:56.04] Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n[05:58.51] They call me Rittz bitch!\n[06:01.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Terminally ill\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Forever M.C.\n  duration_ms: 397296\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, Big Chi in 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43260\n  end_ms: 44810\n- text: like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\n  start_ms: 44810\n  end_ms: 46640\n- text: Expand and it's wearin' a wristband,\n  start_ms: 46640\n  end_ms: 48220\n- text: ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\n  start_ms: 48220\n  end_ms: 49970\n- text: Your nasal passage collapsin',\n  start_ms: 49970\n  end_ms: 51110\n- text: drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\n  start_ms: 51110\n  end_ms: 53250\n- text: Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a\n  start_ms: 53250\n  end_ms: 54980\n- text: hemi transmission that is stuck in position\n  start_ms: 54980\n  end_ms: 56430\n- text: So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\n  start_ms: 56430\n  end_ms: 58090\n- text: narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\n  start_ms: 58090\n  end_ms: 59850\n- text: Even if a hater never see me shine bright\n  start_ms: 59850\n  end_ms: 61560\n- text: What I write will still be the highlight 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I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 79750\n  end_ms: 86000\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 86000\n  end_ms: 92610\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 92610\n  end_ms: 94640\n- text: with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 94640\n  end_ms: 99400\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  start_ms: 99400\n  end_ms: 105840\n- text: I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n  start_ms: 105840\n  end_ms: 107120\n- text: I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n  start_ms: 107120\n  end_ms: 108970\n- text: I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n  start_ms: 108970\n  end_ms: 110710\n- text: I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n  start_ms: 110710\n  end_ms: 112330\n- text: Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n  start_ms: 112330\n  end_ms: 114720\n- text: Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n  start_ms: 114720\n  end_ms: 117430\n- text: After you swallow this dick,\n  start_ms: 117430\n  end_ms: 118410\n- text: I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n  start_ms: 118410\n  end_ms: 119840\n- text: I hate what the problem is,\n  start_ms: 119840\n  end_ms: 120680\n- text: I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n  start_ms: 120680\n  end_ms: 121800\n- text: I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n  start_ms: 121800\n  end_ms: 124680\n- text: I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n  start_ms: 124680\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 129550\n- text: High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n  start_ms: 129550\n  end_ms: 131450\n- text: Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n  start_ms: 131450\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135940\n- text: Ask me to get on a track and like a\n  start_ms: 135940\n  end_ms: 137510\n- text: hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n  start_ms: 137510\n  end_ms: 139190\n- text: Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n  start_ms: 139190\n  end_ms: 141050\n- text: I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n  start_ms: 141050\n  end_ms: 142520\n- text: Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n  start_ms: 142520\n  end_ms: 144320\n- text: Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n  start_ms: 144320\n  end_ms: 146040\n- text: Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n  start_ms: 146040\n  end_ms: 147580\n- text: I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n  start_ms: 147580\n  end_ms: 149340\n- text: gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n  start_ms: 149340\n  end_ms: 150990\n- text: Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n  start_ms: 150990\n  end_ms: 152540\n- text: Monster, nigga I said monster\n  start_ms: 152540\n  end_ms: 154250\n- text: Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n  start_ms: 154250\n  end_ms: 155890\n- text: Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n  start_ms: 155890\n  end_ms: 157390\n- text: harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n  start_ms: 157390\n  end_ms: 159150\n- text: Conquer any MC that I face,\n  start_ms: 159150\n  end_ms: 160940\n- text: squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n  start_ms: 160940\n  end_ms: 162310\n- text: and a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n  start_ms: 162310\n  end_ms: 163640\n- text: Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n  start_ms: 163640\n  end_ms: 165060\n- text: I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n  start_ms: 165060\n  end_ms: 166450\n- text: In the game it could change like Caesars\n  start_ms: 166450\n  end_ms: 168050\n- text: I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n  start_ms: 168050\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 170460\n- text: Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n  start_ms: 170460\n  end_ms: 172700\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 172700\n  end_ms: 178990\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 178990\n  end_ms: 185660\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 185660\n  end_ms: 187480\n- text: with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 187480\n  end_ms: 192370\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  start_ms: 192370\n  end_ms: 198820\n- text: Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n  start_ms: 198820\n  end_ms: 199920\n- text: So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n  start_ms: 199920\n  end_ms: 202170\n- text: With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n  start_ms: 202170\n  end_ms: 203860\n- text: Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n  start_ms: 203860\n  end_ms: 205540\n- text: Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n  start_ms: 205540\n  end_ms: 207560\n- text: Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n  start_ms: 207560\n  end_ms: 208710\n- text: Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n  start_ms: 208710\n  end_ms: 210260\n- text: Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n  start_ms: 210260\n  end_ms: 212180\n- text: S with the illy with it\n  start_ms: 212180\n  end_ms: 213960\n- text: That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n  start_ms: 213960\n  end_ms: 215550\n- text: Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n  start_ms: 215550\n  end_ms: 217030\n- text: Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n  start_ms: 217030\n  end_ms: 218740\n- text: Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n  start_ms: 218740\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 221780\n- text: urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n  start_ms: 221780\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 225090\n- text: Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n  start_ms: 225090\n  end_ms: 227230\n- text: Just killa when the beat drop\n  start_ms: 227230\n  end_ms: 228580\n- text: Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n  start_ms: 228580\n  end_ms: 230210\n- text: You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n  start_ms: 230210\n  end_ms: 232960\n- text: I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n  start_ms: 232960\n  end_ms: 235650\n- text: off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n  start_ms: 235650\n  end_ms: 237760\n- text: Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n  start_ms: 237760\n  end_ms: 238920\n- text: Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n  start_ms: 238920\n  end_ms: 240750\n- text: Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n  start_ms: 240750\n  end_ms: 242430\n- text: Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n  start_ms: 242430\n  end_ms: 245120\n- text: I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n  start_ms: 245120\n  end_ms: 247040\n- text: Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n  start_ms: 247040\n  end_ms: 248600\n- text: Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n  start_ms: 248600\n  end_ms: 250300\n- text: I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n  start_ms: 250300\n  end_ms: 251910\n- text: Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n  start_ms: 251910\n  end_ms: 254920\n- text: And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n  start_ms: 254920\n  end_ms: 257330\n- text: Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n  start_ms: 257330\n  end_ms: 259000\n- text: When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n  start_ms: 259000\n  end_ms: 261880\n- text: Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n  start_ms: 261880\n  end_ms: 263970\n- text: But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n  start_ms: 263970\n  end_ms: 265750\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 265750\n  end_ms: 272200\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 272200\n  end_ms: 278530\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 278530\n  end_ms: 280440\n- text: with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 280440\n  end_ms: 285760\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n  start_ms: 285760\n  end_ms: 287890\n- text: I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n  start_ms: 287890\n  end_ms: 291280\n- text: Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n  start_ms: 291280\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n  start_ms: 292800\n  end_ms: 294690\n- text: I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n  start_ms: 294690\n  end_ms: 296260\n- text: he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n  start_ms: 296260\n  end_ms: 297850\n- text: Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n  start_ms: 297850\n  end_ms: 299590\n- text: abort and battled [?],\n  start_ms: 299590\n  end_ms: 300690\n- text: smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n  start_ms: 300690\n  end_ms: 302530\n- text: Match me for bar for bar,\n  start_ms: 302530\n  end_ms: 303500\n- text: shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n  start_ms: 303500\n  end_ms: 304860\n- text: Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n  start_ms: 304860\n  end_ms: 306690\n- text: Did it all without a major label platform\n  start_ms: 306690\n  end_ms: 308170\n- text: Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n  start_ms: 308170\n  end_ms: 309790\n- text: Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n  start_ms: 309790\n  end_ms: 311440\n- text: So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n  start_ms: 311440\n  end_ms: 313010\n- text: Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n  start_ms: 313010\n  end_ms: 314710\n- text: When they see me in person,\n  start_ms: 314710\n  end_ms: 315900\n- text: they be at at a loss for words like\n  start_ms: 315900\n  end_ms: 317110\n- text: Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n  start_ms: 317110\n  end_ms: 318520\n- text: Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n  start_ms: 318520\n  end_ms: 319900\n- text: 90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n  start_ms: 319900\n  end_ms: 321630\n- text: East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n  start_ms: 321630\n  end_ms: 323360\n- text: Most of 'em decide to bite each\n  start_ms: 323360\n  end_ms: 324400\n- text: other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n  start_ms: 324400\n  end_ms: 325520\n- text: It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n  start_ms: 325520\n  end_ms: 326720\n- text: can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n  start_ms: 326720\n  end_ms: 328250\n- text: You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n  start_ms: 328250\n  end_ms: 330020\n- text: Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n  start_ms: 330020\n  end_ms: 332360\n- text: Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n  start_ms: 332360\n  end_ms: 335200\n- text: Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n  start_ms: 335200\n  end_ms: 336890\n- text: I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n  start_ms: 336890\n  end_ms: 338450\n- text: Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n  start_ms: 338450\n  end_ms: 340180\n- text: Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n  start_ms: 340180\n  end_ms: 341890\n- text: I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n  start_ms: 341890\n  end_ms: 343150\n- text: when my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n  start_ms: 343150\n  end_ms: 345240\n- text: '''Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?'\n  start_ms: 345240\n  end_ms: 348040\n- text: They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n  start_ms: 348040\n  end_ms: 351140\n- text: And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n  start_ms: 351140\n  end_ms: 353240\n- text: Here's another 1 bar for the course\n  start_ms: 353240\n  end_ms: 354780\n- text: While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n  start_ms: 354780\n  end_ms: 356040\n- text: Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n  start_ms: 356040\n  end_ms: 358510\n- text: They call me Rittz bitch!\n  start_ms: 358510\n  end_ms: 361570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 361570\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, Big Chi in the building\n  M80 what it do\n  Rebel Army shit\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\n  Long before the rap game ever went corporate\n  The first day that my first single dropped\n  With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\n  It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\n  Every booth that I walk in,\n  superhero genetically, sellin' out every market\n  Wordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\n  Zoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\n  Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\n  Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\n  slashin' throats and crashin'\n  boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\n  Results of murdering the ropes I'm\n  shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\n  Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and\n  miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\n  It's the type of shit that make a coward\n  want to settle every beef that we ever had\n  And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\n  like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\n  Expand and it's wearin' a wristband,\n  ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\n  Your nasal passage collapsin',\n  drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\n  Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a\n  hemi transmission that is stuck in position\n  So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\n  narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\n  Even if a hater never see me shine bright\n  What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\n  Walkin' fine lines with a guideline,\n  choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\n  Put you in your place,\n  due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\n  It's brutal what I do to a cop,\n  my brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\n  bitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\n  I kinda didn't want to put out another album\n  until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\n  That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\n  Chino is the sickest spitter in America\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n  I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n  I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n  I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n  Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n  Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n  After you swallow this dick,\n  I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n  I hate what the problem is,\n  I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n  I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n  I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n  Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n  High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n  Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n  Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n  Ask me to get on a track and like a\n  hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n  Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n  I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n  Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n  Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n  Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n  I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n  gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n  Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n  Monster, nigga I said monster\n  Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n  Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n  harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n  Conquer any MC that I face,\n  squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n  and a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n  Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n  I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n  In the game it could change like Caesars\n  I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n  go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n  Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n  So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n  With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n  Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n  Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n  Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n  Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n  Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n  S with the illy with it\n  That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n  Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n  Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n  Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n  Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n  urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n  Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n  Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n  Just killa when the beat drop\n  Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n  You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n  I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n  off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n  Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n  Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n  Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n  Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n  I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n  Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n  Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n  I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n  Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n  And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n  Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n  When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n  Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n  But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n  I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n  Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n  The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n  I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n  he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n  Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n  abort and battled [?],\n  smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n  Match me for bar for bar,\n  shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n  Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n  Did it all without a major label platform\n  Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n  Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n  So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n  Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n  When they see me in person,\n  they be at at a loss for words like\n  Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n  Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n  90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n  East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n  Most of 'em decide to bite each\n  other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n  It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n  can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n  You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n  Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n  Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n  Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n  I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n  Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n  Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n  I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n  when my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n  'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\n  They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n  And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n  Here's another 1 bar for the course\n  While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n  Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n  They call me Rittz bitch!\n"},{"id":1033904,"name":"Terminally ill (feat. 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It's Different, Tech N9ne, KXNG Crooked, Chino XL, Rittz & DJ Statik Selektah","albumName":"Forever M.C.","duration":397.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, Big Chi in the building\nM80 what it do\nRebel Army shit\nYeah, yeah\nWordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\nLong before the rap game ever went corporate\nThe first day that my first single dropped\nWith a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\nIt's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\nEvery booth that I walk in,\nSuperhero genetically, sellin' out every market\nWordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\nZoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\nMarianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\nMind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\nSlashin' throats and crashin'\nBoats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\nResults of murdering the ropes I'm\nShatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\nConvincin' folks that I'm God from above and\nMiraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\nIt's the type of shit that make a coward\nWant to settle every beef that we ever had\nAnd wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\nLike a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\nExpand and it's wearin' a wristband,\nAin't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\nYour nasal passage collapsin',\nDrippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\nToo much sinning now I'm barely existing a\nHemi transmission that is stuck in position\nSo a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\nNarcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\nEven if a hater never see me shine bright\nWhat I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\nWalkin' fine lines with a guideline,\nChoke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\nPut you in your place,\nDue to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\nIt's brutal what I do to a cop,\nMy brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\nBitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\nI kinda didn't want to put out another album\nUntil I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\nThat could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\nChino is the sickest spitter in America\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nWith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\nI'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\nI'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\nI'm the author of all that is ominous,\nI'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\nBrought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\nOff of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\nAfter you swallow this dick,\nI ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\nI hate what the problem is,\nI write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\nI write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\nI'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\nFuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\nHigh with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\nReady to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\nGoddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\nAsk me to get on a track and like a\nHog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\nCrook came back with the murder nonsense\nI murder like I never even heard my conscious\nOnly nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\nOnly nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\nGotta be an actor, not only a factor\nI'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\nGettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\nKinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\nMonster, nigga I said monster\nSicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\nSicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\nHarmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\nConquer any MC that I face,\nSqueeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\nAnd a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\nAny bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\nI regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\nIn the game it could change like Caesars\nI'll still get my piece of the cake,\nGo Philly when the cheese is at stake\nThen I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nWith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\nLeavin' nothin' but carnage\nSo many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\nWith it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\nSick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\nSlippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\nClippin' the shit of a triple today\nFrickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\nTaking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\nS with the illy with it\nThat's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\nWhatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\nChopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\nSet it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\nPathetic, now I got 'em headed for\nUrns, bussin' at me and get it returned\nObliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\nEat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\nJust killa when the beat drop\nNigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\nYou can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\nI su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\nOff in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\nDippin' away from a crazy KC cop\nPass the Hen', pass the pen\nPut it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\nPick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\nI'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\nLook at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\nIs it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\nI'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\nSick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\nAnd seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\nBuckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\nWhen I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\nGive it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\nBut they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nWith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\nI-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\nWait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\nThe hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\nI must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\nHe lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\nLike I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\nAbort and battled [?],\nSmash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\nMatch me for bar for bar,\nShit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\nWhere's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\nDid it all without a major label platform\nGet to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\nSick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\nSo past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\nHear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\nWhen they see me in person,\nThey be at at a loss for words like\nMariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\nNow please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n90 percent of rappers got the same style now\nEast, west, down south went and had a pow wow\nMost of 'em decide to bite each\nOther, how the fuck is this allowed now?\nIt's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\nCan't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\nYou can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\nRappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\nClintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\nSmooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\nI will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\nLet the camera zoom in, see my famous face\nStill sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\nI murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\nWhen my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\nThey call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\nAnd I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\nHere's another 1 bar for the course\nWhile these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\nBetter watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\nThey call me Rittz bitch!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.69] Yeah, Big Chi in the building\n[00:08.47] M80 what it do\n[00:11.00] Rebel Army shit\n[00:12.03] Yeah, yeah\n[00:13.11] Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\n[00:14.71] Long before the rap game ever went corporate\n[00:16.39] The first day that my first single dropped\n[00:17.90] With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\n[00:19.75] It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\n[00:21.85] Every booth that I walk in,\n[00:22.95] Superhero genetically, sellin' out every market\n[00:24.45] Wordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\n[00:26.48] Zoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\n[00:27.82] Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\n[00:29.52] Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\n[00:30.73] Slashin' throats and crashin'\n[00:32.28] Boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\n[00:33.43] Results of murdering the ropes I'm\n[00:34.60] Shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\n[00:36.02] Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and\n[00:37.83] Miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\n[00:39.98] It's the type of shit that make a coward\n[00:42.17] Want to settle every beef that we ever had\n[00:43.25] And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\n[00:44.89] Like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\n[00:46.63] Expand and it's wearin' a wristband,\n[00:48.27] Ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\n[00:49.96] Your nasal passage collapsin',\n[00:51.15] Drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\n[00:53.23] Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a\n[00:54.95] Hemi transmission that is stuck in position\n[00:56.44] So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\n[00:57.90] Narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\n[00:59.86] Even if a hater never see me shine bright\n[01:01.57] What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\n[01:03.01] Walkin' fine lines with a guideline,\n[01:04.68] Choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\n[01:06.65] Put you in your place,\n[01:07.61] Due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\n[01:09.23] It's brutal what I do to a cop,\n[01:10.21] My brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\n[01:11.37] Bitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\n[01:13.29] I kinda didn't want to put out another album\n[01:14.80] Until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\n[01:16.50] That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\n[01:18.22] Chino is the sickest spitter in America\n[01:19.63] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[01:26.08] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[01:32.55] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[01:34.44] With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[01:39.40] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n[01:45.89] I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n[01:47.02] I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n[01:48.78] I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n[01:50.65] I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n[01:52.22] Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n[01:54.71] Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n[01:57.42] After you swallow this dick,\n[01:58.49] I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n[01:59.77] I hate what the problem is,\n[02:00.55] I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n[02:01.74] I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n[02:04.61] I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n[02:07.25] Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n[02:09.50] High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n[02:11.58] Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n[02:13.26] Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n[02:15.98] Ask me to get on a track and like a\n[02:17.54] Hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n[02:19.18] Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n[02:20.92] I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n[02:22.55] Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n[02:24.36] Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n[02:25.91] Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n[02:27.55] I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n[02:29.35] Gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n[02:30.94] Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n[02:32.58] Monster, nigga I said monster\n[02:34.24] Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n[02:35.89] Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n[02:37.32] Harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n[02:39.15] Conquer any MC that I face,\n[02:40.99] Squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n[02:42.35] And a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n[02:43.83] Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n[02:45.03] I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n[02:46.48] In the game it could change like Caesars\n[02:48.05] I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n[02:49.15] Go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n[02:50.47] Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n[02:52.72] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[02:59.01] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[03:05.61] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[03:07.24] With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[03:12.36] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n[03:18.92] Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n[03:19.82] So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n[03:22.03] With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n[03:23.81] Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n[03:25.57] Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n[03:27.52] Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n[03:28.73] Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n[03:30.13] Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n[03:32.08] S with the illy with it\n[03:33.95] That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n[03:35.59] Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n[03:37.04] Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n[03:38.79] Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n[03:40.67] Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n[03:41.78] Urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n[03:43.18] Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n[03:45.00] Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n[03:47.23] Just killa when the beat drop\n[03:48.57] Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n[03:50.26] You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n[03:52.76] I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n[03:55.61] Off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n[03:57.74] Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n[03:58.92] Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n[04:00.77] Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n[04:02.41] Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n[04:05.15] I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n[04:07.08] Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n[04:08.63] Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n[04:10.39] I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n[04:11.95] Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n[04:15.06] And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n[04:17.31] Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n[04:18.98] When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n[04:21.97] Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n[04:24.00] But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n[04:25.61] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[04:32.30] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[04:38.52] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[04:40.49] With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[04:45.77] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n[04:48.02] I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n[04:51.43] Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n[04:52.75] The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n[04:54.50] I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n[04:56.11] He lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n[04:57.94] Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n[04:59.30] Abort and battled [?],\n[05:00.44] Smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n[05:02.42] Match me for bar for bar,\n[05:03.37] Shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n[05:04.52] Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n[05:06.43] Did it all without a major label platform\n[05:07.92] Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n[05:09.53] Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n[05:11.21] So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n[05:12.84] Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n[05:14.58] When they see me in person,\n[05:15.60] They be at at a loss for words like\n[05:16.98] Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n[05:18.28] Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n[05:19.75] 90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n[05:21.34] East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n[05:23.20] Most of 'em decide to bite each\n[05:24.44] Other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n[05:25.51] It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n[05:26.69] Can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n[05:28.05] You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n[05:29.92] Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n[05:32.32] Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n[05:35.04] Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n[05:36.88] I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n[05:38.44] Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n[05:39.98] Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n[05:41.64] I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n[05:43.14] When my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n[05:45.29] 'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\n[05:47.89] They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n[05:51.15] And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n[05:53.04] Here's another 1 bar for the course\n[05:54.51] While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n[05:56.03] Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n[05:58.56] They call me Rittz bitch!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Terminally ill (feat. Tech N9ne, KXNG Crooked, Chino XL, Rittz & DJ Statik Selektah)\n  artist: Forever M.C. feat. It's Different, Tech N9ne, KXNG Crooked, Chino XL, Rittz & DJ Statik Selektah\n  album: Forever M.C.\n  duration_ms: 397000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, Big Chi in the building\n  start_ms: 4690\n  end_ms: 8470\n- text: M80 what it do\n  start_ms: 8470\n  end_ms: 11000\n- text: Rebel Army shit\n  start_ms: 11000\n  end_ms: 12030\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 12030\n  end_ms: 13110\n- text: Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\n  start_ms: 13110\n  end_ms: 14710\n- text: Long before the rap game ever went corporate\n  start_ms: 14710\n  end_ms: 16390\n- text: The first day that my first single dropped\n  start_ms: 16390\n  end_ms: 17900\n- text: With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\n  start_ms: 17900\n  end_ms: 19750\n- text: It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\n  start_ms: 19750\n  end_ms: 21850\n- text: Every booth that I walk in,\n  start_ms: 21850\n  end_ms: 22950\n- text: Superhero genetically, sellin' out every market\n  start_ms: 22950\n  end_ms: 24450\n- text: Wordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\n  start_ms: 24450\n  end_ms: 26480\n- text: Zoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\n  start_ms: 26480\n  end_ms: 27820\n- text: Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\n  start_ms: 27820\n  end_ms: 29520\n- text: Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\n  start_ms: 29520\n  end_ms: 30730\n- text: Slashin' throats and crashin'\n  start_ms: 30730\n  end_ms: 32280\n- text: Boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\n  start_ms: 32280\n  end_ms: 33430\n- text: Results of murdering the ropes I'm\n  start_ms: 33430\n  end_ms: 34600\n- text: Shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\n  start_ms: 34600\n  end_ms: 36020\n- text: Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and\n  start_ms: 36020\n  end_ms: 37830\n- text: Miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\n  start_ms: 37830\n  end_ms: 39980\n- text: It's the type of shit that make a coward\n  start_ms: 39980\n  end_ms: 42170\n- text: Want to settle every beef that we ever had\n  start_ms: 42170\n  end_ms: 43250\n- text: And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\n  start_ms: 43250\n  end_ms: 44890\n- text: Like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\n  start_ms: 44890\n  end_ms: 46630\n- text: Expand and it's wearin' a wristband,\n  start_ms: 46630\n  end_ms: 48270\n- text: Ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\n  start_ms: 48270\n  end_ms: 49960\n- text: Your nasal passage collapsin',\n  start_ms: 49960\n  end_ms: 51150\n- text: Drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\n  start_ms: 51150\n  end_ms: 53230\n- text: Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a\n  start_ms: 53230\n  end_ms: 54950\n- text: Hemi transmission that is stuck in position\n  start_ms: 54950\n  end_ms: 56440\n- text: So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\n  start_ms: 56440\n  end_ms: 57900\n- text: Narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\n  start_ms: 57900\n  end_ms: 59860\n- text: Even if a hater never see me shine bright\n  start_ms: 59860\n  end_ms: 61570\n- text: What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\n  start_ms: 61570\n  end_ms: 63010\n- text: Walkin' fine lines with a guideline,\n  start_ms: 63010\n  end_ms: 64680\n- text: Choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\n  start_ms: 64680\n  end_ms: 66650\n- text: Put you in your place,\n  start_ms: 66650\n  end_ms: 67610\n- text: Due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\n  start_ms: 67610\n  end_ms: 69230\n- text: It's brutal what I do to a cop,\n  start_ms: 69230\n  end_ms: 70210\n- text: My brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\n  start_ms: 70210\n  end_ms: 71370\n- text: Bitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\n  start_ms: 71370\n  end_ms: 73290\n- text: I kinda didn't want to put out another album\n  start_ms: 73290\n  end_ms: 74800\n- text: Until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\n  start_ms: 74800\n  end_ms: 76500\n- text: That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\n  start_ms: 76500\n  end_ms: 78220\n- text: Chino is the sickest spitter in America\n  start_ms: 78220\n  end_ms: 79630\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 79630\n  end_ms: 86080\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 86080\n  end_ms: 92550\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 92550\n  end_ms: 94440\n- text: With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 94440\n  end_ms: 99400\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  start_ms: 99400\n  end_ms: 105890\n- text: I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n  start_ms: 105890\n  end_ms: 107020\n- text: I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n  start_ms: 107020\n  end_ms: 108780\n- text: I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n  start_ms: 108780\n  end_ms: 110650\n- text: I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n  start_ms: 110650\n  end_ms: 112220\n- text: Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n  start_ms: 112220\n  end_ms: 114710\n- text: Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n  start_ms: 114710\n  end_ms: 117420\n- text: After you swallow this dick,\n  start_ms: 117420\n  end_ms: 118490\n- text: I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n  start_ms: 118490\n  end_ms: 119770\n- text: I hate what the problem is,\n  start_ms: 119770\n  end_ms: 120550\n- text: I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n  start_ms: 120550\n  end_ms: 121740\n- text: I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n  start_ms: 121740\n  end_ms: 124610\n- text: I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n  start_ms: 124610\n  end_ms: 127250\n- text: Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n  start_ms: 127250\n  end_ms: 129500\n- text: High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n  start_ms: 129500\n  end_ms: 131580\n- text: Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n  start_ms: 131580\n  end_ms: 133260\n- text: Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n  start_ms: 133260\n  end_ms: 135980\n- text: Ask me to get on a track and like a\n  start_ms: 135980\n  end_ms: 137540\n- text: Hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n  start_ms: 137540\n  end_ms: 139180\n- text: Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n  start_ms: 139180\n  end_ms: 140920\n- text: I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n  start_ms: 140920\n  end_ms: 142550\n- text: Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n  start_ms: 142550\n  end_ms: 144360\n- text: Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n  start_ms: 144360\n  end_ms: 145910\n- text: Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n  start_ms: 145910\n  end_ms: 147550\n- text: I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n  start_ms: 147550\n  end_ms: 149350\n- text: Gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n  start_ms: 149350\n  end_ms: 150940\n- text: Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n  start_ms: 150940\n  end_ms: 152580\n- text: Monster, nigga I said monster\n  start_ms: 152580\n  end_ms: 154240\n- text: Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n  start_ms: 154240\n  end_ms: 155890\n- text: Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n  start_ms: 155890\n  end_ms: 157320\n- text: Harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n  start_ms: 157320\n  end_ms: 159150\n- text: Conquer any MC that I face,\n  start_ms: 159150\n  end_ms: 160990\n- text: Squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n  start_ms: 160990\n  end_ms: 162350\n- text: And a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n  start_ms: 162350\n  end_ms: 163830\n- text: Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n  start_ms: 163830\n  end_ms: 165030\n- text: I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n  start_ms: 165030\n  end_ms: 166480\n- text: In the game it could change like Caesars\n  start_ms: 166480\n  end_ms: 168050\n- text: I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n  start_ms: 168050\n  end_ms: 169150\n- text: Go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n  start_ms: 169150\n  end_ms: 170470\n- text: Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n  start_ms: 170470\n  end_ms: 172720\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 172720\n  end_ms: 179010\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 179010\n  end_ms: 185610\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 185610\n  end_ms: 187240\n- text: With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 187240\n  end_ms: 192360\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  start_ms: 192360\n  end_ms: 198920\n- text: Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n  start_ms: 198920\n  end_ms: 199820\n- text: So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n  start_ms: 199820\n  end_ms: 202030\n- text: With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n  start_ms: 202030\n  end_ms: 203810\n- text: Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n  start_ms: 203810\n  end_ms: 205570\n- text: Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n  start_ms: 205570\n  end_ms: 207520\n- text: Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n  start_ms: 207520\n  end_ms: 208730\n- text: Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n  start_ms: 208730\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 212080\n- text: S with the illy with it\n  start_ms: 212080\n  end_ms: 213950\n- text: That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n  start_ms: 213950\n  end_ms: 215590\n- text: Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n  start_ms: 215590\n  end_ms: 217040\n- text: Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n  start_ms: 217040\n  end_ms: 218790\n- text: Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n  start_ms: 218790\n  end_ms: 220670\n- text: Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n  start_ms: 220670\n  end_ms: 221780\n- text: Urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n  start_ms: 221780\n  end_ms: 223180\n- text: Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n  start_ms: 223180\n  end_ms: 225000\n- text: Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n  start_ms: 225000\n  end_ms: 227230\n- text: Just killa when the beat drop\n  start_ms: 227230\n  end_ms: 228570\n- text: Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n  start_ms: 228570\n  end_ms: 230260\n- text: You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n  start_ms: 230260\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 235610\n- text: Off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n  start_ms: 235610\n  end_ms: 237740\n- text: Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n  start_ms: 237740\n  end_ms: 238920\n- text: Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n  start_ms: 238920\n  end_ms: 240770\n- text: Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n  start_ms: 240770\n  end_ms: 242410\n- text: Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n  start_ms: 242410\n  end_ms: 245150\n- text: I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n  start_ms: 245150\n  end_ms: 247080\n- text: Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n  start_ms: 247080\n  end_ms: 248630\n- text: Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n  start_ms: 248630\n  end_ms: 250390\n- text: I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n  start_ms: 250390\n  end_ms: 251950\n- text: Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n  start_ms: 251950\n  end_ms: 255060\n- text: And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n  start_ms: 255060\n  end_ms: 257310\n- text: Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n  start_ms: 257310\n  end_ms: 258980\n- text: When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n  start_ms: 258980\n  end_ms: 261970\n- text: Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n  start_ms: 261970\n  end_ms: 264000\n- text: But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n  start_ms: 264000\n  end_ms: 265610\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 265610\n  end_ms: 272300\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 272300\n  end_ms: 278520\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 278520\n  end_ms: 280490\n- text: With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 280490\n  end_ms: 285770\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n  start_ms: 285770\n  end_ms: 288020\n- text: I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n  start_ms: 288020\n  end_ms: 291430\n- text: Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n  start_ms: 291430\n  end_ms: 292750\n- text: The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n  start_ms: 292750\n  end_ms: 294500\n- text: I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n  start_ms: 294500\n  end_ms: 296110\n- text: He lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n  start_ms: 296110\n  end_ms: 297940\n- text: Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n  start_ms: 297940\n  end_ms: 299300\n- text: Abort and battled [?],\n  start_ms: 299300\n  end_ms: 300440\n- text: Smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n  start_ms: 300440\n  end_ms: 302420\n- text: Match me for bar for bar,\n  start_ms: 302420\n  end_ms: 303370\n- text: Shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n  start_ms: 303370\n  end_ms: 304520\n- text: Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n  start_ms: 304520\n  end_ms: 306430\n- text: Did it all without a major label platform\n  start_ms: 306430\n  end_ms: 307920\n- text: Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n  start_ms: 307920\n  end_ms: 309530\n- text: Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n  start_ms: 309530\n  end_ms: 311210\n- text: So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n  start_ms: 311210\n  end_ms: 312840\n- text: Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n  start_ms: 312840\n  end_ms: 314580\n- text: When they see me in person,\n  start_ms: 314580\n  end_ms: 315600\n- text: They be at at a loss for words like\n  start_ms: 315600\n  end_ms: 316980\n- text: Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n  start_ms: 316980\n  end_ms: 318280\n- text: Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n  start_ms: 318280\n  end_ms: 319750\n- text: 90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n  start_ms: 319750\n  end_ms: 321340\n- text: East, west, down south 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339980\n- text: Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n  start_ms: 339980\n  end_ms: 341640\n- text: I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n  start_ms: 341640\n  end_ms: 343140\n- text: When my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n  start_ms: 343140\n  end_ms: 345290\n- text: '''Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?'\n  start_ms: 345290\n  end_ms: 347890\n- text: They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n  start_ms: 347890\n  end_ms: 351150\n- text: And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n  start_ms: 351150\n  end_ms: 353040\n- text: Here's another 1 bar for the course\n  start_ms: 353040\n  end_ms: 354510\n- text: While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n  start_ms: 354510\n  end_ms: 356030\n- text: Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n  start_ms: 356030\n  end_ms: 358560\n- text: They call me Rittz bitch!\n  start_ms: 358560\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, Big Chi in the building\n  M80 what it do\n  Rebel Army shit\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\n  Long before the rap game ever went corporate\n  The first day that my first single dropped\n  With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\n  It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\n  Every booth that I walk in,\n  Superhero genetically, sellin' out every market\n  Wordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\n  Zoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\n  Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\n  Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\n  Slashin' throats and crashin'\n  Boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\n  Results of murdering the ropes I'm\n  Shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\n  Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and\n  Miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\n  It's the type of shit that make a coward\n  Want to settle every beef that we ever had\n  And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\n  Like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\n  Expand and it's wearin' a wristband,\n  Ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\n  Your nasal passage collapsin',\n  Drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\n  Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a\n  Hemi transmission that is stuck in position\n  So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\n  Narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\n  Even if a hater never see me shine bright\n  What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\n  Walkin' fine lines with a guideline,\n  Choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\n  Put you in your place,\n  Due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\n  It's brutal what I do to a cop,\n  My brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\n  Bitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\n  I kinda didn't want to put out another album\n  Until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\n  That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\n  Chino is the sickest spitter in America\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n  I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n  I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n  I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n  Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n  Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n  After you swallow this dick,\n  I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n  I hate what the problem is,\n  I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n  I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n  I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n  Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n  High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n  Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n  Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n  Ask me to get on a track and like a\n  Hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n  Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n  I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n  Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n  Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n  Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n  I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n  Gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n  Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n  Monster, nigga I said monster\n  Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n  Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n  Harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n  Conquer any MC that I face,\n  Squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n  And a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n  Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n  I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n  In the game it could change like Caesars\n  I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n  Go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n  Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n  So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n  With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n  Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n  Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n  Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n  Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n  Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n  S with the illy with it\n  That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n  Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n  Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n  Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n  Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n  Urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n  Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n  Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n  Just killa when the beat drop\n  Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n  You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n  I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n  Off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n  Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n  Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n  Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n  Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n  I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n  Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n  Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n  I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n  Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n  And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n  Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n  When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n  Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n  But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  With? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n  I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n  Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n  The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n  I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n  He lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n  Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n  Abort and battled [?],\n  Smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n  Match me for bar for bar,\n  Shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n  Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n  Did it all without a major label platform\n  Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n  Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n  So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n  Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n  When they see me in person,\n  They be at at a loss for words like\n  Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n  Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n  90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n  East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n  Most of 'em decide to bite each\n  Other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n  It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n  Can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n  You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n  Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n  Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n  Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n  I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n  Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n  Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n  I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n  When my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n  'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\n  They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n  And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n  Here's another 1 bar for the course\n  While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n  Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n  They call me Rittz bitch!\n"},{"id":17440201,"name":"Terminally Ill (feat. 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I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nwith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\nI'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\nI'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\nI'm the author of all that is ominous,\nI'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\nBrought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\nOff of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\nAfter you swallow this dick,\nI ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\nI hate what the problem is,\nI write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\nI write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\nI'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\nFuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\nHigh with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\nReady to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\nGoddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\nAsk me to get on a track and like a\nhog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\nCrook came back with the murder nonsense\nI murder like I never even heard my conscious\nOnly nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\nOnly nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\nGotta be an actor, not only a factor\nI'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\ngettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\nKinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\nMonster, nigga I said monster\nSicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\nSicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\nharmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\nConquer any MC that I face,\nsqueeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\nand a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\nAny bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\nI regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\nIn the game it could change like Caesars\nI'll still get my piece of the cake,\ngo Philly when the cheese is at stake\nThen I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nwith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\nLeavin' nothin' but carnage\nSo many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\nWith it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\nSick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\nSlippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\nClippin' the shit of a triple today\nFrickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\nTaking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\nS with the illy with it\nThat's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\nWhatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\nChopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\nSet it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\nPathetic, now I got 'em headed for\nurns, bussin' at me and get it returned\nObliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\nEat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\nJust killa when the beat drop\nNigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\nYou can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\nI su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\noff in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\nDippin' away from a crazy KC cop\nPass the Hen', pass the pen\nPut it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\nPick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\nI'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\nLook at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\nIs it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\nI'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\nSick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\nAnd seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\nBuckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\nWhen I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\nGive it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\nBut they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin'\nwith? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\nWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\nI-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\nWait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\nThe hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\nI must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\nhe lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\nLike I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\nabort and battled [?],\nsmash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\nMatch me for bar for bar,\nshit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\nWhere's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\nDid it all without a major label platform\nGet to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\nSick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\nSo past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\nHear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\nWhen they see me in person,\nthey be at at a loss for words like\nMariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\nNow please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n90 percent of rappers got the same style now\nEast, west, down south went and had a pow wow\nMost of 'em decide to bite each\nother, how the fuck is this allowed now?\nIt's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\ncan't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\nYou can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\nRappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\nClintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\nSmooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\nI will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\nLet the camera zoom in, see my famous face\nStill sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\nI murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\nwhen my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\nThey call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\nAnd I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\nHere's another 1 bar for the course\nWhile these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\nBetter watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\nThey call me Rittz bitch!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.71] Yeah, Big Chi in the building\n[00:08.64] M80 what it do\n[00:11.16] Rebel Army shit\n[00:12.22] Yeah, yeah\n[00:13.22] Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\n[00:14.83] Long before the rap game ever went corporate\n[00:16.51] The first day that my first single dropped\n[00:18.07] With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\n[00:19.83] It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\n[00:21.93] Every booth that I walk in,\n[00:23.03] superhero genetically, sellin' out every market\n[00:24.68] Wordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\n[00:26.55] Zoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\n[00:27.99] Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\n[00:29.64] Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\n[00:30.89] slashin' throats and crashin'\n[00:32.37] boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\n[00:33.58] Results of murdering the ropes I'm\n[00:34.78] shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\n[00:36.10] Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and\n[00:37.83] miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\n[00:39.98] It's the type of shit that make a coward\n[00:42.26] want to settle every beef that we ever had\n[00:43.26] And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\n[00:44.81] like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\n[00:46.64] Expand and it's wearin' a wristband,\n[00:48.22] ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\n[00:49.97] Your nasal passage collapsin',\n[00:51.11] drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\n[00:53.25] Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a\n[00:54.98] hemi transmission that is stuck in position\n[00:56.43] So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\n[00:58.09] narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\n[00:59.85] Even if a hater never see me shine bright\n[01:01.56] What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\n[01:03.01] Walkin' fine lines with a guideline,\n[01:04.68] choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\n[01:06.67] Put you in your place,\n[01:07.69] due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\n[01:09.21] It's brutal what I do to a cop,\n[01:10.21] my brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\n[01:11.42] bitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\n[01:13.29] I kinda didn't want to put out another album\n[01:14.77] until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\n[01:16.42] That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\n[01:18.23] Chino is the sickest spitter in America\n[01:19.75] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[01:26.00] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[01:32.61] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[01:34.64] with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[01:39.40] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n[01:45.84] I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n[01:47.12] I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n[01:48.97] I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n[01:50.71] I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n[01:52.33] Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n[01:54.72] Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n[01:57.43] After you swallow this dick,\n[01:58.41] I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n[01:59.84] I hate what the problem is,\n[02:00.68] I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n[02:01.80] I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n[02:04.68] I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n[02:07.28] Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n[02:09.55] High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n[02:11.45] Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n[02:13.30] Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n[02:15.94] Ask me to get on a track and like a\n[02:17.51] hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n[02:19.19] Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n[02:21.05] I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n[02:22.52] Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n[02:24.32] Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n[02:26.04] Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n[02:27.58] I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n[02:29.34] gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n[02:30.99] Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n[02:32.54] Monster, nigga I said monster\n[02:34.25] Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n[02:35.89] Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n[02:37.39] harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n[02:39.15] Conquer any MC that I face,\n[02:40.94] squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n[02:42.31] and a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n[02:43.64] Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n[02:45.06] I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n[02:46.45] In the game it could change like Caesars\n[02:48.05] I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n[02:49.10] go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n[02:50.46] Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n[02:52.70] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[02:58.99] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[03:05.66] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[03:07.48] with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[03:12.37] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n[03:18.82] Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n[03:19.92] So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n[03:22.17] With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n[03:23.86] Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n[03:25.54] Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n[03:27.56] Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n[03:28.71] Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n[03:30.26] Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n[03:32.18] S with the illy with it\n[03:33.96] That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n[03:35.55] Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n[03:37.03] Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n[03:38.74] Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n[03:40.60] Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n[03:41.78] urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n[03:43.14] Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n[03:45.09] Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n[03:47.23] Just killa when the beat drop\n[03:48.58] Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n[03:50.21] You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n[03:52.96] I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n[03:55.65] off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n[03:57.76] Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n[03:58.92] Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n[04:00.75] Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n[04:02.43] Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n[04:05.12] I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n[04:07.04] Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n[04:08.60] Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n[04:10.30] I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n[04:11.91] Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n[04:14.92] And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n[04:17.33] Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n[04:19.00] When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n[04:21.88] Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n[04:23.97] But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n[04:25.75] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n[04:32.20] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n[04:38.53] Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n[04:40.44] with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n[04:45.76] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n[04:47.89] I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n[04:51.28] Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n[04:52.80] The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n[04:54.69] I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n[04:56.26] he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n[04:57.85] Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n[04:59.59] abort and battled [?],\n[05:00.69] smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n[05:02.53] Match me for bar for bar,\n[05:03.50] shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n[05:04.86] Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n[05:06.69] Did it all without a major label platform\n[05:08.17] Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n[05:09.79] Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n[05:11.44] So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n[05:13.01] Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n[05:14.71] When they see me in person,\n[05:15.90] they be at at a loss for words like\n[05:17.11] Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n[05:18.52] Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n[05:19.90] 90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n[05:21.63] East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n[05:23.36] Most of 'em decide to bite each\n[05:24.40] other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n[05:25.52] It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n[05:26.72] can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n[05:28.25] You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n[05:30.02] Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n[05:32.36] Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n[05:35.20] Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n[05:36.89] I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n[05:38.45] Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n[05:40.18] Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n[05:41.89] I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n[05:43.15] when my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n[05:45.24] 'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\n[05:48.04] They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n[05:51.14] And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n[05:53.24] Here's another 1 bar for the course\n[05:54.78] While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n[05:56.04] Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n[05:58.51] They call me Rittz bitch!\n[06:01.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Terminally Ill (feat. 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I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 79750\n  end_ms: 86000\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 86000\n  end_ms: 92610\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 92610\n  end_ms: 94640\n- text: with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 94640\n  end_ms: 99400\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  start_ms: 99400\n  end_ms: 105840\n- text: I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n  start_ms: 105840\n  end_ms: 107120\n- text: I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n  start_ms: 107120\n  end_ms: 108970\n- text: I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n  start_ms: 108970\n  end_ms: 110710\n- text: I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n  start_ms: 110710\n  end_ms: 112330\n- text: Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n  start_ms: 112330\n  end_ms: 114720\n- text: Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n  start_ms: 114720\n  end_ms: 117430\n- text: After you swallow this dick,\n  start_ms: 117430\n  end_ms: 118410\n- text: I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n  start_ms: 118410\n  end_ms: 119840\n- text: I hate what the problem is,\n  start_ms: 119840\n  end_ms: 120680\n- text: I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n  start_ms: 120680\n  end_ms: 121800\n- text: I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n  start_ms: 121800\n  end_ms: 124680\n- text: I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n  start_ms: 124680\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 129550\n- text: High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n  start_ms: 129550\n  end_ms: 131450\n- text: Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n  start_ms: 131450\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135940\n- text: Ask me to get on a track and like a\n  start_ms: 135940\n  end_ms: 137510\n- text: hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n  start_ms: 137510\n  end_ms: 139190\n- text: Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n  start_ms: 139190\n  end_ms: 141050\n- text: I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n  start_ms: 141050\n  end_ms: 142520\n- text: Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n  start_ms: 142520\n  end_ms: 144320\n- text: Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n  start_ms: 144320\n  end_ms: 146040\n- text: Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n  start_ms: 146040\n  end_ms: 147580\n- text: I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n  start_ms: 147580\n  end_ms: 149340\n- text: gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n  start_ms: 149340\n  end_ms: 150990\n- text: Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n  start_ms: 150990\n  end_ms: 152540\n- text: Monster, nigga I said monster\n  start_ms: 152540\n  end_ms: 154250\n- text: Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n  start_ms: 154250\n  end_ms: 155890\n- text: Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n  start_ms: 155890\n  end_ms: 157390\n- text: harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n  start_ms: 157390\n  end_ms: 159150\n- text: Conquer any MC that I face,\n  start_ms: 159150\n  end_ms: 160940\n- text: squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n  start_ms: 160940\n  end_ms: 162310\n- text: and a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n  start_ms: 162310\n  end_ms: 163640\n- text: Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n  start_ms: 163640\n  end_ms: 165060\n- text: I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n  start_ms: 165060\n  end_ms: 166450\n- text: In the game it could change like Caesars\n  start_ms: 166450\n  end_ms: 168050\n- text: I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n  start_ms: 168050\n  end_ms: 169100\n- text: go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n  start_ms: 169100\n  end_ms: 170460\n- text: Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n  start_ms: 170460\n  end_ms: 172700\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 172700\n  end_ms: 178990\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 178990\n  end_ms: 185660\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 185660\n  end_ms: 187480\n- text: with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 187480\n  end_ms: 192370\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  start_ms: 192370\n  end_ms: 198820\n- text: Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n  start_ms: 198820\n  end_ms: 199920\n- text: So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n  start_ms: 199920\n  end_ms: 202170\n- text: With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n  start_ms: 202170\n  end_ms: 203860\n- text: Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n  start_ms: 203860\n  end_ms: 205540\n- text: Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n  start_ms: 205540\n  end_ms: 207560\n- text: Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n  start_ms: 207560\n  end_ms: 208710\n- text: Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n  start_ms: 208710\n  end_ms: 210260\n- text: Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n  start_ms: 210260\n  end_ms: 212180\n- text: S with the illy with it\n  start_ms: 212180\n  end_ms: 213960\n- text: That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n  start_ms: 213960\n  end_ms: 215550\n- text: Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n  start_ms: 215550\n  end_ms: 217030\n- text: Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n  start_ms: 217030\n  end_ms: 218740\n- text: Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n  start_ms: 218740\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 221780\n- text: urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n  start_ms: 221780\n  end_ms: 223140\n- text: Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n  start_ms: 223140\n  end_ms: 225090\n- text: Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n  start_ms: 225090\n  end_ms: 227230\n- text: Just killa when the beat drop\n  start_ms: 227230\n  end_ms: 228580\n- text: Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n  start_ms: 228580\n  end_ms: 230210\n- text: You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n  start_ms: 230210\n  end_ms: 232960\n- text: I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n  start_ms: 232960\n  end_ms: 235650\n- text: off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n  start_ms: 235650\n  end_ms: 237760\n- text: Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n  start_ms: 237760\n  end_ms: 238920\n- text: Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n  start_ms: 238920\n  end_ms: 240750\n- text: Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n  start_ms: 240750\n  end_ms: 242430\n- text: Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n  start_ms: 242430\n  end_ms: 245120\n- text: I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n  start_ms: 245120\n  end_ms: 247040\n- text: Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n  start_ms: 247040\n  end_ms: 248600\n- text: Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n  start_ms: 248600\n  end_ms: 250300\n- text: I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n  start_ms: 250300\n  end_ms: 251910\n- text: Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n  start_ms: 251910\n  end_ms: 254920\n- text: And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n  start_ms: 254920\n  end_ms: 257330\n- text: Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n  start_ms: 257330\n  end_ms: 259000\n- text: When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n  start_ms: 259000\n  end_ms: 261880\n- text: Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n  start_ms: 261880\n  end_ms: 263970\n- text: But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n  start_ms: 263970\n  end_ms: 265750\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 265750\n  end_ms: 272200\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 272200\n  end_ms: 278530\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  start_ms: 278530\n  end_ms: 280440\n- text: with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  start_ms: 280440\n  end_ms: 285760\n- text: Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n  start_ms: 285760\n  end_ms: 287890\n- text: I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n  start_ms: 287890\n  end_ms: 291280\n- text: Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n  start_ms: 291280\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n  start_ms: 292800\n  end_ms: 294690\n- text: I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n  start_ms: 294690\n  end_ms: 296260\n- text: he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n  start_ms: 296260\n  end_ms: 297850\n- text: Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n  start_ms: 297850\n  end_ms: 299590\n- text: abort and battled [?],\n  start_ms: 299590\n  end_ms: 300690\n- text: smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n  start_ms: 300690\n  end_ms: 302530\n- text: Match me for bar for bar,\n  start_ms: 302530\n  end_ms: 303500\n- text: shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n  start_ms: 303500\n  end_ms: 304860\n- text: Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n  start_ms: 304860\n  end_ms: 306690\n- text: Did it all without a major label platform\n  start_ms: 306690\n  end_ms: 308170\n- text: Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n  start_ms: 308170\n  end_ms: 309790\n- text: Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n  start_ms: 309790\n  end_ms: 311440\n- text: So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n  start_ms: 311440\n  end_ms: 313010\n- text: Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n  start_ms: 313010\n  end_ms: 314710\n- text: When they see me in person,\n  start_ms: 314710\n  end_ms: 315900\n- text: they be at at a loss for words like\n  start_ms: 315900\n  end_ms: 317110\n- text: Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n  start_ms: 317110\n  end_ms: 318520\n- text: Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n  start_ms: 318520\n  end_ms: 319900\n- text: 90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n  start_ms: 319900\n  end_ms: 321630\n- text: East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n  start_ms: 321630\n  end_ms: 323360\n- text: Most of 'em decide to bite each\n  start_ms: 323360\n  end_ms: 324400\n- text: other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n  start_ms: 324400\n  end_ms: 325520\n- text: It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n  start_ms: 325520\n  end_ms: 326720\n- text: can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n  start_ms: 326720\n  end_ms: 328250\n- text: You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n  start_ms: 328250\n  end_ms: 330020\n- text: Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n  start_ms: 330020\n  end_ms: 332360\n- text: Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n  start_ms: 332360\n  end_ms: 335200\n- text: Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n  start_ms: 335200\n  end_ms: 336890\n- text: I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n  start_ms: 336890\n  end_ms: 338450\n- text: Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n  start_ms: 338450\n  end_ms: 340180\n- text: Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n  start_ms: 340180\n  end_ms: 341890\n- text: I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n  start_ms: 341890\n  end_ms: 343150\n- text: when my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n  start_ms: 343150\n  end_ms: 345240\n- text: '''Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?'\n  start_ms: 345240\n  end_ms: 348040\n- text: They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n  start_ms: 348040\n  end_ms: 351140\n- text: And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n  start_ms: 351140\n  end_ms: 353240\n- text: Here's another 1 bar for the course\n  start_ms: 353240\n  end_ms: 354780\n- text: While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n  start_ms: 354780\n  end_ms: 356040\n- text: Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n  start_ms: 356040\n  end_ms: 358510\n- text: They call me Rittz bitch!\n  start_ms: 358510\n  end_ms: 361570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 361570\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, Big Chi in the building\n  M80 what it do\n  Rebel Army shit\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of\n  Long before the rap game ever went corporate\n  The first day that my first single dropped\n  With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins\n  It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken\n  Every booth that I walk in,\n  superhero genetically, sellin' out every market\n  Wordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target\n  Zoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion\n  Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean\n  Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,\n  slashin' throats and crashin'\n  boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack\n  Results of murdering the ropes I'm\n  shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes\n  Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and\n  miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes\n  It's the type of shit that make a coward\n  want to settle every beef that we ever had\n  And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more\n  like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand\n  Expand and it's wearin' a wristband,\n  ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand\n  Your nasal passage collapsin',\n  drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan\n  Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a\n  hemi transmission that is stuck in position\n  So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the\n  narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van\n  Even if a hater never see me shine bright\n  What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline\n  Walkin' fine lines with a guideline,\n  choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms\n  Put you in your place,\n  due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot\n  It's brutal what I do to a cop,\n  my brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a\n  bitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop\n  I kinda didn't want to put out another album\n  until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character\n  That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred\n  Chino is the sickest spitter in America\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,\n  I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith\n  I'm the author of all that is ominous,\n  I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance\n  Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus\n  Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk\n  After you swallow this dick,\n  I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous\n  I hate what the problem is,\n  I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist\n  I write like my life in the end, if I don't get it in with the pen\n  I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is\n  Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live\n  High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus\n  Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus\n  Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge\n  Ask me to get on a track and like a\n  hog, fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would\n  Crook came back with the murder nonsense\n  I murder like I never even heard my conscious\n  Only nigga iller than me is Irving Johnson\n  Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar\n  Gotta be an actor, not only a factor\n  I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga\n  gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy\n  Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster\n  Monster, nigga I said monster\n  Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka\n  Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the\n  harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka\n  Conquer any MC that I face,\n  squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize\n  and a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em\n  Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm reptilian\n  I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate\n  In the game it could change like Caesars\n  I'll still get my piece of the cake,\n  go Philly when the cheese is at stake\n  Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-\n  Leavin' nothin' but carnage\n  So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless\n  With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments\n  Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints\n  Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace\n  Clippin' the shit of a triple today\n  Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey\n  Taking the A tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it\n  S with the illy with it\n  That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it\n  Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it\n  Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it\n  Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ\n  Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for\n  urns, bussin' at me and get it returned\n  Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term\n  Eat when the beef hot never takin' no cheap shot\n  Just killa when the beat drop\n  Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin'\n  You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot\n  I su-woo and the R-E-D got me watched\n  off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott\n  Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop\n  Pass the Hen', pass the pen\n  Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again\n  Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in\n  I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal\n  Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people\n  Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple\n  I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil\n  Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames\n  And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya\n  Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster\n  When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it\n  Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket\n  But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin'\n  with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)\n  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?\n  I-,(fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I-\n  Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best\n  The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match\n  I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that\n  he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that'\n  Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off,\n  abort and battled [?],\n  smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars\n  Match me for bar for bar,\n  shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch\n  Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him\n  Did it all without a major label platform\n  Get to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard\n  Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb\n  So past to fast forward I'm an unsung hero\n  Hear me on a song and be like \"homeboy he dope\"\n  When they see me in person,\n  they be at at a loss for words like\n  Mariah Carey at a New Years Eve show\n  Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm\n  90 percent of rappers got the same style now\n  East, west, down south went and had a pow wow\n  Most of 'em decide to bite each\n  other, how the fuck is this allowed now?\n  It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,\n  can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails\n  You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well\n  Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail\n  Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement\n  Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but\n  I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes\n  Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face\n  Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades\n  I murder every verse I'm on, in fact,\n  when my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace\n  'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name?\n  They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A\n  And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore\n  Here's another 1 bar for the course\n  While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him\n  Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war\n  They call me Rittz bitch!\n"}]