[{"id":18554024,"name":"Hell to Pay","trackName":"Hell to Pay","artistName":"Gawne","albumName":"Gawne Mad","duration":282.471678,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\nHo-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\nGot time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\nSo be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\nMy mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\nI'll wait, crooked!\nWe might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n\nWhen I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\nUntil then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\nWho went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\nWoman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\nWhen Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage\nDisparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in\n\nAnd it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion\nWhere faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\nConservative values have died, they're inanimate\nAnd liberals are panicking\nTurning to pussies, they're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\nCanada? You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\nI don't give a fuck, I'm never running from nothing\nEven if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody in the opposition\nI'ma be there opening up a can of the Whoopy\n\nI'm whooping the man 'cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\nAnd I reckon my records are breaking every single record known to man in a second\nThe world ain't ready for the return of the mic\nMurdering menace, I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\nInvented the word of demented, so call 'em a medic with anesthetic\nBefore they turn into someone you never heard of\nPathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\nBut the Devil said I'd be better never repenting for my pen again\n\nWhen the venom is venerable, I'm too fucking incredible\nUn-bitable flow, it isn't edible nor legible\nMy decibels and trebles are impeccable\nWhen flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back to the momentum\nI first had when I was entering my zone\nWhoa, look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\nYou probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\nBut I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\nAnd bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n\nWalking 'round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\nPicture-perfect fantasy, is it?\nRotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n\nEverybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\nEnd it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\nYou want America to ban every weapon invented\nJust put a gun in a real nigga hands\n'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\nElephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\nDeliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\nVeteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\nEven if you're ill with your hands\n\nYou still getting killed, it don't matter\nWhen the shooter go bananas in Nevada\nShooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\nHe sprayin' the crowd shatter and the data don't add up, more than 58 dead\nConspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\nBut tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground with his brain matter splattered\nHead shattered on a platter from the automatic rata-ta-tata\n\nThat'll make you change everything in your mind frame\nWhen the time came, Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\nWalked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\nSqueezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\nNine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\nHow do I explain hatred to an underage kid?\nWho parents got their lives claimed\n\nBy a killer, that the coppers bought a whopper for\nAt the Burger King after the murder scene\nThey don't give a fuck if we all die\nDoin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\nSlaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\nFall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\nBut you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid\nMonument, my eyes on top of it, I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n\nAll I ever needed was a chorus\nThe shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\nThese killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\nCrook is a thesaurus, god-like being\nThis industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism\nTake a listen, lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\nWhoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism\nThey was into atheism, paganism, Satanism\n\nWait a minute, pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin'\nThey be trippin', they be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms\n80 spitters, ate 'em like a plate of chicken\nFlavor sticker for the blatant haterism\nSay the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\nIsn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\nYou fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper\nI hunt rappers, my gun smoke blunt rappers\nQuicker than your blaze a swisha\n\nWalking 'round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nPicture-perfect fantasy, is it?\nRotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.58] I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n[00:11.60] 'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\n[00:15.00] Ho-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\n[00:19.17] Got time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\n[00:22.13] So be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\n[00:26.56] My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n[00:29.82] 'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n[00:33.25] I'll wait, crooked!\n[00:34.95] We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n[00:36.78] When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\n[00:40.48] Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n[00:44.56] 'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\n[00:47.17] Who went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\n[00:48.96] Woman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n[00:51.52] 'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\n[00:53.81] When Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage\n[00:56.55] Disparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in\n[00:59.44] And it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion\n[01:02.58] Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\n[01:05.15] Conservative values have died, they're inanimate\n[01:07.60] And liberals are panicking\n[01:08.92] Turning to pussies, they're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\n[01:11.78] Canada? You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\n[01:13.73] I don't give a fuck, I'm never running from nothing\n[01:15.38] Even if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody in the opposition\n[01:18.05] I'ma be there opening up a can of the Whoopy\n[01:19.33] I'm whooping the man 'cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\n[01:20.77] And I reckon my records are breaking every single record known to man in a second\n[01:23.77] The world ain't ready for the return of the mic\n[01:25.15] Murdering menace, I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\n[01:26.46] Invented the word of demented, so call 'em a medic with anesthetic\n[01:28.76] Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n[01:30.05] Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\n[01:31.46] But the Devil said I'd be better never repenting for my pen again\n[01:33.62] When the venom is venerable, I'm too fucking incredible\n[01:35.69] Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible nor legible\n[01:37.33] My decibels and trebles are impeccable\n[01:38.85] When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back to the momentum\n[01:40.34] I first had when I was entering my zone\n[01:41.98] Whoa, look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n[01:45.23] You probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n[01:46.92] But I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\n[01:48.04] And bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n[01:49.70] Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n[01:52.08] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n[01:55.77] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[01:59.62] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:04.63] Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n[02:06.92] Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n[02:10.71] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:14.19] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:17.91] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:21.63] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n[02:25.77] Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\n[02:27.65] End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\n[02:29.43] You want America to ban every weapon invented\n[02:31.52] Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n[02:32.99] 'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n[02:35.09] Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\n[02:36.61] Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n[02:37.83] Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n[02:39.36] Even if you're ill with your hands\n[02:40.56] You still getting killed, it don't matter\n[02:41.70] When the shooter go bananas in Nevada\n[02:43.12] Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n[02:45.28] He sprayin' the crowd shatter and the data don't add up, more than 58 dead\n[02:48.28] Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\n[02:50.06] But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground with his brain matter splattered\n[02:52.73] Head shattered on a platter from the automatic rata-ta-tata\n[02:54.93] That'll make you change everything in your mind frame\n[02:56.84] When the time came, Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\n[02:58.67] Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\n[03:00.65] Squeezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\n[03:02.79] Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\n[03:05.58] How do I explain hatred to an underage kid?\n[03:08.23] Who parents got their lives claimed\n[03:09.56] By a killer, that the coppers bought a whopper for\n[03:11.10] At the Burger King after the murder scene\n[03:12.47] They don't give a fuck if we all die\n[03:14.08] Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\n[03:15.71] Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n[03:17.77] Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\n[03:20.50] But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid\n[03:22.15] Monument, my eyes on top of it, I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n[03:25.24] All I ever needed was a chorus\n[03:26.75] The shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\n[03:28.47] These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\n[03:30.37] Crook is a thesaurus, god-like being\n[03:32.24] This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism\n[03:34.37] Take a listen, lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\n[03:36.27] Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism\n[03:37.98] They was into atheism, paganism, Satanism\n[03:39.93] Wait a minute, pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin'\n[03:41.83] They be trippin', they be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms\n[03:43.48] 80 spitters, ate 'em like a plate of chicken\n[03:44.76] Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism\n[03:46.22] Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\n[03:47.87] Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\n[03:49.62] You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper\n[03:51.36] I hunt rappers, my gun smoke blunt rappers\n[03:53.50] Quicker than your blaze a swisha\n[03:55.27] Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n[03:57.23] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n[04:01.16] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:04.86] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:10.01] Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n[04:12.49] Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n[04:15.93] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:19.82] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:23.58] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:27.22] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:30.93] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:34.64] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:38.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hell to Pay\n  artist: Gawne\n  album: Gawne Mad\n  duration_ms: 282472\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n  start_ms: 7580\n  end_ms: 11600\n- text: '''Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago''s Westside'\n  start_ms: 11600\n  end_ms: 15000\n- text: Ho-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\n  start_ms: 15000\n  end_ms: 19170\n- text: Got time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\n  start_ms: 19170\n  end_ms: 22130\n- text: So be quiet and don't ask 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I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n  'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\n  Ho-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\n  Got time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\n  So be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\n  My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n  'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n  I'll wait, crooked!\n  We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n\n  When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\n  Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n  'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\n  Who went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\n  Woman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n  'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\n  When Vladimir Putin is 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stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n\n'Cause the man knows that he can't lose\nWith a few scandals\nWhen Vladimir Putin is handing him\nWikileaks used to advantage\nDisparaging Hillary\nPutting that nail through her casket in\n\nAnd it's so frickin' apparent\nThis country is reaching a point of combustion\nWhere faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\nConservative values have died\nThey're inanimate\nAnd liberals are panicking\nTurning to pussies\nThey're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\nCanada?\n\nYou motherfuckers ain't really man enough\nI don't give a fuck\nI'm never running from nothing\nEven if Donald's got the nukes\nAnd he's coming for everybody in the opposition\nI'ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy\nI'm whooping the man\n'Cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\nAnd I reckon my records\nAre breaking every single record\nKnown to man in a second\nThe world ain't ready for the return of the mic\nMurdering menace\n\nI hurt 'em, and burn 'em\nInvented, the 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his wife, what an a-hole\n  Woman say no\n  But he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n\n  'Cause the man knows that he can't lose\n  With a few scandals\n  When Vladimir Putin is handing him\n  Wikileaks used to advantage\n  Disparaging Hillary\n  Putting that nail through her casket in\n\n  And it's so frickin' apparent\n  This country is reaching a point of combustion\n  Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\n  Conservative values have died\n  They're inanimate\n  And liberals are panicking\n  Turning to pussies\n  They're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\n  Canada?\n\n  You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\n  I don't give a fuck\n  I'm never running from nothing\n  Even if Donald's got the nukes\n  And he's coming for everybody in the opposition\n  I'ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy\n  I'm whooping the man\n  'Cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\n  And I reckon my records\n  Are breaking every single record\n  Known to man in a second\n  The world ain't ready for the return of the mic\n  Murdering menace\n\n  I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\n  Invented, the word of demented\n  So call 'em a medic\n  With anesthetic\n  Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n  Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\n  But the devil said I'd be better never repenting\n  For my pen again\n  When the venom is venerable\n  I'm too fucking incredible\n  Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible\n  Nor legible\n  My decibels and trebles are impeccable\n  When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back\n  To the momentum\n\n  I first had when I was entering my zone\n  Whoa\n  Look at the show!\n  Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n  You probably thought\n  I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n  But I'm ripping 'em to bits\n  With the wickedest spit and bitch\n  I'm limitless, yo!\n\n  Walking round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Picture perfect fantasy is it?\n  Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n\n  Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the second amendment, end it\n  My nigga I'ma tell you in advance\n  You want America to ban every weapon invented\n  Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n  'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n  Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot!)\n  Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n  Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n  Even if you're ill with your hands\n\n  You still getting killed, it don't matter\n  When the shooter go bananas in Nevada\n  Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n  He sprayin' the crowd shatter\n  And the data\n  Don't add up, more than 58 dead\n  Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\n  But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground\n  With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter\n  From the automatic ratata-tata-\n\n  That'll make you change everything in your mind frame when the time came\n  Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\n  Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\n  Squeezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\n  Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\n  How do I explain hatred to an underage kid\n  Who parents got their lives claimed\n\n  By a killer\n  That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King\n  After the murder scene\n  They don't give a fuck if we all die!\n  Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\n  Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n\n  Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\n  But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument\n  My eyes on top of it\n  I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n  All I ever needed was 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there'll be hell to pay\n  Picture perfect fantasy is it?\n  Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n\n  Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the second amendment, end it\n  My nigga I'ma tell you in advance\n  You want America to ban every weapon invented\n  Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n  'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n  Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot!)\n  Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n  Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n  Even if you're ill with your hands\n\n  You still getting killed, it don't matter\n  When the shooter go bananas in Nevada\n  Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n  He sprayin' the crowd shatter\n  And the data\n  Don't add up, more than 58 dead\n  Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\n  But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground\n  With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter\n  From the automatic ratata-tata-\n\n  That'll make you change everything in your mind frame when the time came\n  Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\n  Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\n  Squeezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\n  Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\n  How do I explain hatred to an underage kid\n  Who parents got their lives claimed\n\n  By a killer\n  That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King\n  After the murder scene\n  They don't give a fuck if we all die!\n  Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\n  Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n\n  Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\n  But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument\n  My eyes on top of it\n  I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n  All I ever needed was a 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KXNG Crooked & Craig Owens) –LYRICS\n[Verse 1: GAWNE]\nI swore to the G.O.D…\nI was finna get mine…\nCause mama you done made it out Chicago’s Westside!\nHO HO mama let’s ride…\nWe roll\nBonnie and Clyde\nI ain’t goin’ out quiet…\nGot time on my left wrist\nGod to my right\nBut I’m outta my right mind\nSo be quiet…\nAnd don’t ask what I’m rapping for\nThis shit is personal…\nMy mama gon’ live in the Hollywood Hills fore she gets to the nursing home….\n…\nCause name five MC’s in the game right now who can take me down…\nI’ll wait…\nCrooked!\nWe might just have to give em’ the rhythm that they came for now-\nWhen I hit em’ with the potent-\nProfane flow-\nTill the propane flame goes out…\n…\nUntil then\nI’m the Rap Godzilla\nMiraculous\nI’m coming to take the president down.\n…\nCause I came for the most hateful\nCave troll,\nIn White House\nWho went AWOL\nOn his wife, what an a-hole\nWoman say no\nBut he won’t stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\nCause the man knows\nThat he can’t lose\nWith a few scandals\nWhen Vladimir Putin is handing him\nWikileaks used to advantage\nDisparaging Hillary\nPutting that nail through her casket in…\n…\nAnd it’s so frickin’ apparent\nThis country is reaching a point of combustion\nWhere faith in humanity’s practically vanishing…\n…\nConservative values have died\nThey’re inanimate.\n…\nAnd liberals are panicking…\n…\nTurning to pussies\nThey’re packing their bags up and moving to Canada…\nCanada…?!?\nYou mother fuckers ain’t really man enough.\nI don’t give a fuck\nI’m never running from nothing\nEven if Donald’s got the nukes\nAnd he’s coming for everybody in the opposition\nI’ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy-\nI’m whooping the man\nCause I’m not a man, I’m a legend\nAnd I reckon my records\nAre breaking every single record\nKnown to man in a second\nThe world ain’t ready for the return of the mic\nMurdering menace\nI hurt em’, and burn em’,\nInvented\nThe word of demented\nSo call em’ a medic\nWith anesthetic\nBefore they turn into someone you never heard of\nPathetic.\nAt first I was heading for heaven\nBut the devil said I’d be better never repenting\nFor my pen again\nWhen the venom is venerable\nI’m too fucking incredible\nUn-bitable flow\nIt isn’t edible\nNor legible\nMy decibels and trebles\nAre impeccable\nWhen flipping a rap\nI’m kicking it back\nTo the momentum\nI first had when I was entering my ZONEEE\nWHOA…\nLook at the show!\n…\nLuke Gawne,\nCrooked I,\nAnd Craig O…\n…\nYou probably thought\nI wasn’t gon’ slaughter ever syllable\nBut I’m ripping em’ to bits\nWith the wickedest spit\nAnd bitch,\nI’m limitless\nYOOO!\n[Chorus: Craig Owens]\nWalking round with thoughts of redemption
Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Picture perfect fantasy is it?
Rotting till we’re dead, voices spread, nobody listen!
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
Everybody worried bout they guns and the second amendment, end it-
My n*gga I'ma tell you in advance
You want America to ban every weapon invented
Just put a gun in a real n*gga's hands
'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans
Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (Shot!)
Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya
Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya
Even if you're ill with your hands
You still getting killed it don't matter
When the shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain
He sprayin' the crowd shatter\nAnd the data
Don't add up, more than 58 dead…
Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead.
But tell that to the motherf*cker laying on the ground
With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter
From the automatic ratata-tata-\nThat'll make you change everything in your mind frame when the time came
Dylann Roof, let his nine aim
Walked into the church, turned that sh*t into a fire range
Squeezin' on the D'Eagle til' his mind hangs sideways
Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame-
How do I explain hatred to an underage kid
Who's parents got their lives claimed-\nBy a killer-
That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King
After the murder scene-\nThey don't give a f*ck if we all die!
Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by
Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied
Fall guy, cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero
But you f*ckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument,\nMy eye's on top of it
I'm all eyes seein', like Horus
All I ever needed was a chorus.\nThe sh*t’ll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook
These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book
Crook is a thesaurus, “godlike being”
This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism, take a listen
Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible
Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism,
Paganism, Satanism - wait a minute
Pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin'
They be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms, eighty spitta’s-
Ate em’ like a plate of chicken
Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism-
Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism-
Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures…
You f*ckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers.
My gun smoke blunt rappers,\nQuicker than your blaze a swisha!\n*aahhhh* (Crooked exhales)\n[Chorus: Craig Owens]\nWalking round with thoughts of redemption
Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Picture perfect fantasy is it?
Rotting till we’re dead, voices spread, nobody listen!
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
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  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Picture perfect fantasy is it?
  Rotting till we’re dead, voices spread, nobody listen!
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

  [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
  Everybody worried bout they guns and the second amendment, end it-
  My n*gga I'ma tell you in advance
  You want America to ban every weapon invented
  Just put a gun in a real n*gga's hands
  'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans
  Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (Shot!)
  Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya
  Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya
  Even if you're ill with your hands
  You still getting killed it don't matter
  When the shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain
  He sprayin' the crowd shatter\n  And the data
  Don't add up, more than 58 dead…
  Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead.
  But tell that to the motherf*cker laying on the ground
  With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter
  From the automatic ratata-tata-\n  That'll make you change everything in your mind frame when the time came
  Dylann Roof, let his nine aim
  Walked into the church, turned that sh*t into a fire range
  Squeezin' on the D'Eagle til' his mind hangs sideways
  Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame-
  How do I explain hatred to an underage kid
  Who's parents got their lives claimed-\n  By a killer-
  That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King
  After the murder scene-\n  They don't give a f*ck if we all die!
  Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by
  Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied
  Fall guy, cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero
  But you f*ckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument,\n  My eye's on top of it
  I'm all eyes seein', like Horus
  All I ever needed was a chorus.\n  The sh*t’ll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook
  These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book
  Crook is a thesaurus, “godlike being”
  This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism, take a listen
  Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible
  Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism,
  Paganism, Satanism - wait a minute
  Pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin'
  They be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms, eighty spitta’s-
  Ate em’ like a plate of chicken
  Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism-
  Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism-
  Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures…
  You f*ckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers.
  My gun smoke blunt rappers,\n  Quicker than your blaze a swisha!\n  *aahhhh* (Crooked exhales)\n  [Chorus: Craig Owens]\n  Walking round with thoughts of redemption
  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Picture perfect fantasy is it?
  Rotting till we’re dead, voices spread, nobody listen!
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n"},{"id":18396946,"name":"Hell To Pay","trackName":"Hell To Pay","artistName":"GAWNE","albumName":"Terminal","duration":282.471678,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"GAWNE (feat. KXNG Crooked & Craig Owens) –LYRICS\n[Verse 1: GAWNE]\nI swore to the G.O.D…\nI was finna get mine…\nCause mama you done made it out Chicago’s Westside!\nHO HO mama let’s ride…\nWe roll\nBonnie and Clyde\nI ain’t goin’ out quiet…\nGot time on my left wrist\nGod to my right\nBut I’m outta my right mind\nSo be quiet…\nAnd don’t ask what I’m rapping for\nThis shit is personal…\nMy mama gon’ live in the Hollywood Hills fore she gets to the nursing home….\n…\nCause name five MC’s in the game right now who can take me down…\nI’ll wait…\nCrooked!\nWe might just have to give em’ the rhythm that they came for now-\nWhen I hit em’ with the potent-\nProfane flow-\nTill the propane flame goes out…\n…\nUntil then\nI’m the Rap Godzilla\nMiraculous\nI’m coming to take the president down.\n…\nCause I came for the most hateful\nCave troll,\nIn White House\nWho went AWOL\nOn his wife, what an a-hole\nWoman say no\nBut he won’t stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\nCause the man knows\nThat he can’t lose\nWith a few scandals\nWhen Vladimir Putin is handing him\nWikileaks used to advantage\nDisparaging Hillary\nPutting that nail through her casket in…\n…\nAnd it’s so frickin’ apparent\nThis country is reaching a point of combustion\nWhere faith in humanity’s practically vanishing…\n…\nConservative values have died\nThey’re inanimate.\n…\nAnd liberals are panicking…\n…\nTurning to pussies\nThey’re packing their bags up and moving to Canada…\nCanada…?!?\nYou mother fuckers ain’t really man enough.\nI don’t give a fuck\nI’m never running from nothing\nEven if Donald’s got the nukes\nAnd he’s coming for everybody in the opposition\nI’ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy-\nI’m whooping the man\nCause I’m not a man, I’m a legend\nAnd I reckon my records\nAre breaking every single record\nKnown to man in a second\nThe world ain’t ready for the return of the mic\nMurdering menace\nI hurt em’, and burn em’,\nInvented\nThe word of demented\nSo call em’ a medic\nWith anesthetic\nBefore they turn into someone you never heard of\nPathetic.\nAt first I was heading for heaven\nBut the devil said I’d be better never repenting\nFor my pen again\nWhen the venom is venerable\nI’m too fucking incredible\nUn-bitable flow\nIt isn’t edible\nNor legible\nMy decibels and trebles\nAre impeccable\nWhen flipping a rap\nI’m kicking it back\nTo the momentum\nI first had when I was entering my ZONEEE\nWHOA…\nLook at the show!\n…\nLuke Gawne,\nCrooked I,\nAnd Craig O…\n…\nYou probably thought\nI wasn’t gon’ slaughter ever syllable\nBut I’m ripping em’ to bits\nWith the wickedest spit\nAnd bitch,\nI’m limitless\nYOOO!\n[Chorus: Craig Owens]\nWalking round with thoughts of redemption
Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Picture perfect fantasy is it?
Rotting till we’re dead, voices spread, nobody listen!
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
Everybody worried bout they guns and the second amendment, end it-
My n*gga I'ma tell you in advance
You want America to ban every weapon invented
Just put a gun in a real n*gga's hands
'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans
Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (Shot!)
Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya
Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya
Even if you're ill with your hands
You still getting killed it don't matter
When the shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain
He sprayin' the crowd shatter\nAnd the data
Don't add up, more than 58 dead…
Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead.
But tell that to the motherf*cker laying on the ground
With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter
From the automatic ratata-tata-\nThat'll make you change everything in your mind frame when the time came
Dylann Roof, let his nine aim
Walked into the church, turned that sh*t into a fire range
Squeezin' on the D'Eagle til' his mind hangs sideways
Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame-
How do I explain hatred to an underage kid
Who's parents got their lives claimed-\nBy a killer-
That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King
After the murder scene-\nThey don't give a f*ck if we all die!
Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by
Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied
Fall guy, cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero
But you f*ckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument,\nMy eye's on top of it
I'm all eyes seein', like Horus
All I ever needed was a chorus.\nThe sh*t’ll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook
These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book
Crook is a thesaurus, “godlike being”
This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism, take a listen
Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible
Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism,
Paganism, Satanism - wait a minute
Pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin'
They be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms, eighty spitta’s-
Ate em’ like a plate of chicken
Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism-
Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism-
Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures…
You f*ckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers.
My gun smoke blunt rappers,\nQuicker than your blaze a swisha!\n*aahhhh* (Crooked exhales)\n[Chorus: Craig Owens]\nWalking round with thoughts of redemption
Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Picture perfect fantasy is it?
Rotting till we’re dead, voices spread, nobody listen!
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hell To Pay\n  artist: GAWNE\n  album: Terminal\n  duration_ms: 282472\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  GAWNE (feat. KXNG Crooked & Craig Owens) –LYRICS\n  [Verse 1: GAWNE]\n  I swore to the G.O.D…\n  I was finna get mine…\n  Cause mama you done made it out Chicago’s Westside!\n  HO HO mama let’s ride…\n  We roll\n  Bonnie and Clyde\n  I ain’t goin’ out quiet…\n  Got time on my left wrist\n  God to my right\n  But I’m outta my right mind\n  So be quiet…\n  And don’t ask what I’m rapping for\n  This shit is personal…\n  My mama gon’ live in the Hollywood Hills fore she gets to the nursing home….\n  …\n  Cause name five MC’s in the game right now who can take me down…\n  I’ll wait…\n  Crooked!\n  We might just have to give em’ the rhythm that they came for now-\n  When I hit em’ with the potent-\n  Profane flow-\n  Till the propane flame goes out…\n  …\n  Until then\n  I’m the Rap Godzilla\n  Miraculous\n  I’m coming to take the president down.\n  …\n  Cause I came for the most hateful\n  Cave troll,\n  In White House\n  Who went AWOL\n  On his wife, what an a-hole\n  Woman say no\n  But he won’t stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n  Cause the man knows\n  That he can’t lose\n  With a few scandals\n  When Vladimir Putin is handing him\n  Wikileaks used to advantage\n  Disparaging Hillary\n  Putting that nail through her casket in…\n  …\n  And it’s so frickin’ apparent\n  This country is reaching a point of combustion\n  Where faith in humanity’s practically vanishing…\n  …\n  Conservative values have died\n  They’re inanimate.\n  …\n  And liberals are panicking…\n  …\n  Turning to pussies\n  They’re packing their bags up and moving to Canada…\n  Canada…?!?\n  You mother fuckers ain’t really man enough.\n  I don’t give a fuck\n  I’m never running from nothing\n  Even if Donald’s got the nukes\n  And he’s coming for everybody in the opposition\n  I’ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy-\n  I’m whooping the man\n  Cause I’m not a man, I’m a legend\n  And I reckon my records\n  Are breaking every single record\n  Known to man in a second\n  The world ain’t ready for the return of the mic\n  Murdering menace\n  I hurt em’, and burn em’,\n  Invented\n  The word of demented\n  So call em’ a medic\n  With anesthetic\n  Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n  Pathetic.\n  At first I was heading for heaven\n  But the devil said I’d be better never repenting\n  For my pen again\n  When the venom is venerable\n  I’m too fucking incredible\n  Un-bitable flow\n  It isn’t edible\n  Nor legible\n  My decibels and trebles\n  Are impeccable\n  When flipping a rap\n  I’m kicking it back\n  To the momentum\n  I first had when I was entering my ZONEEE\n  WHOA…\n  Look at the show!\n  …\n  Luke Gawne,\n  Crooked I,\n  And Craig O…\n  …\n  You probably thought\n  I wasn’t gon’ slaughter ever syllable\n  But I’m ripping em’ to bits\n  With the wickedest spit\n  And bitch,\n  I’m limitless\n  YOOO!\n  [Chorus: Craig Owens]\n  Walking round with thoughts of redemption
  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Picture perfect fantasy is it?
  Rotting till we’re dead, voices spread, nobody listen!
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

  [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
  Everybody worried bout they guns and the second amendment, end it-
  My n*gga I'ma tell you in advance
  You want America to ban every weapon invented
  Just put a gun in a real n*gga's hands
  'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans
  Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (Shot!)
  Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya
  Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya
  Even if you're ill with your hands
  You still getting killed it don't matter
  When the shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain
  He sprayin' the crowd shatter\n  And the data
  Don't add up, more than 58 dead…
  Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead.
  But tell that to the motherf*cker laying on the ground
  With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter
  From the automatic ratata-tata-\n  That'll make you change everything in your mind frame when the time came
  Dylann Roof, let his nine aim
  Walked into the church, turned that sh*t into a fire range
  Squeezin' on the D'Eagle til' his mind hangs sideways
  Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame-
  How do I explain hatred to an underage kid
  Who's parents got their lives claimed-\n  By a killer-
  That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King
  After the murder scene-\n  They don't give a f*ck if we all die!
  Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by
  Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied
  Fall guy, cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero
  But you f*ckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument,\n  My eye's on top of it
  I'm all eyes seein', like Horus
  All I ever needed was a chorus.\n  The sh*t’ll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook
  These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book
  Crook is a thesaurus, “godlike being”
  This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism, take a listen
  Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible
  Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism,
  Paganism, Satanism - wait a minute
  Pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin'
  They be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms, eighty spitta’s-
  Ate em’ like a plate of chicken
  Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism-
  Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism-
  Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures…
  You f*ckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers.
  My gun smoke blunt rappers,\n  Quicker than your blaze a swisha!\n  *aahhhh* (Crooked exhales)\n  [Chorus: Craig Owens]\n  Walking round with thoughts of redemption
  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Picture perfect fantasy is it?
  Rotting till we’re dead, voices spread, nobody listen!
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay
  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n"},{"id":21056183,"name":"Hell To Pay","trackName":"Hell To Pay","artistName":"GAWNE & Luke Gawne","albumName":"Terminal","duration":281.573878,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\nHo-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\nGot time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\nSo be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\nMy mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\nI'll wait, crooked!\nWe might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n\nWhen I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\nUntil then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\nWho went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\nWoman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\nWhen Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage\nDisparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in\n\nAnd it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion\nWhere faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\nConservative values have died, they're inanimate\nAnd liberals are panicking\nTurning to pussies, they're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\nCanada? You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\nI don't give a fuck, I'm never running from nothing\nEven if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody in the opposition\nI'ma be there opening up a can of the Whoopy\n\nI'm whooping the man 'cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\nAnd I reckon my records are breaking every single record known to man in a second\nThe world ain't ready for the return of the mic\nMurdering menace, I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\nInvented the word of demented, so call 'em a medic with anesthetic\nBefore they turn into someone you never heard of\nPathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\nBut the Devil said I'd be better never repenting for my pen again\n\nWhen the venom is venerable, I'm too fucking incredible\nUn-bitable flow, it isn't edible nor legible\nMy decibels and trebles are impeccable\nWhen flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back to the momentum\nI first had when I was entering my zone\nWhoa, look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\nYou probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\nBut I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\nAnd bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n\nWalking 'round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\nPicture-perfect fantasy, is it?\nRotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n\nEverybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\nEnd it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\nYou want America to ban every weapon invented\nJust put a gun in a real nigga hands\n'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\nElephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\nDeliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\nVeteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\nEven if you're ill with your hands\n\nYou still getting killed, it don't matter\nWhen the shooter go bananas in Nevada\nShooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\nHe sprayin' the crowd shatter and the data don't add up, more than 58 dead\nConspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\nBut tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground with his brain matter splattered\nHead shattered on a platter from the automatic rata-ta-tata\n\nThat'll make you change everything in your mind frame\nWhen the time came, Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\nWalked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\nSqueezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\nNine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\nHow do I explain hatred to an underage kid?\nWho parents got their lives claimed\n\nBy a killer, that the coppers bought a whopper for\nAt the Burger King after the murder scene\nThey don't give a fuck if we all die\nDoin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\nSlaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\nFall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\nBut you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid\nMonument, my eyes on top of it, I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n\nAll I ever needed was a chorus\nThe shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\nThese killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\nCrook is a thesaurus, god-like being\nThis industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism\nTake a listen, lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\nWhoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism\nThey was into atheism, paganism, Satanism\n\nWait a minute, pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin'\nThey be trippin', they be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms\n80 spitters, ate 'em like a plate of chicken\nFlavor sticker for the blatant haterism\nSay the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\nIsn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\nYou fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper\nI hunt rappers, my gun smoke blunt rappers\nQuicker than your blaze a swisha\n\nWalking 'round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nPicture-perfect fantasy, is it?\nRotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.58] I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n[00:11.60] 'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\n[00:15.00] Ho-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\n[00:19.17] Got time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\n[00:22.13] So be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\n[00:26.56] My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n[00:29.82] 'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n[00:33.25] I'll wait, crooked!\n[00:34.95] We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n[00:36.78] When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\n[00:40.48] Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n[00:44.56] 'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\n[00:47.17] Who went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\n[00:48.96] Woman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n[00:51.52] 'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\n[00:53.81] When Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage\n[00:56.55] Disparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in\n[00:59.44] And it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion\n[01:02.58] Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\n[01:05.15] Conservative values have died, they're inanimate\n[01:07.60] And liberals are panicking\n[01:08.92] Turning to pussies, they're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\n[01:11.78] Canada? You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\n[01:13.73] I don't give a fuck, I'm never running from nothing\n[01:15.38] Even if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody in the opposition\n[01:18.05] I'ma be there opening up a can of the Whoopy\n[01:19.33] I'm whooping the man 'cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\n[01:20.77] And I reckon my records are breaking every single record known to man in a second\n[01:23.77] The world ain't ready for the return of the mic\n[01:25.15] Murdering menace, I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\n[01:26.46] Invented the word of demented, so call 'em a medic with anesthetic\n[01:28.76] Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n[01:30.05] Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\n[01:31.46] But the Devil said I'd be better never repenting for my pen again\n[01:33.62] When the venom is venerable, I'm too fucking incredible\n[01:35.69] Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible nor legible\n[01:37.33] My decibels and trebles are impeccable\n[01:38.85] When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back to the momentum\n[01:40.34] I first had when I was entering my zone\n[01:41.98] Whoa, look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n[01:45.23] You probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n[01:46.92] But I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\n[01:48.04] And bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n[01:49.70] Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n[01:52.08] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n[01:55.77] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[01:59.62] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:04.63] Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n[02:06.92] Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n[02:10.71] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:14.19] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:17.91] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:21.63] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n[02:25.77] Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\n[02:27.65] End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\n[02:29.43] You want America to ban every weapon invented\n[02:31.52] Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n[02:32.99] 'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n[02:35.09] Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\n[02:36.61] Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n[02:37.83] Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n[02:39.36] Even if you're ill with your hands\n[02:40.56] You still getting killed, it don't matter\n[02:41.70] When the shooter go bananas in Nevada\n[02:43.12] Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n[02:45.28] He sprayin' the crowd shatter and the data don't add up, more than 58 dead\n[02:48.28] Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\n[02:50.06] But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground with his brain matter splattered\n[02:52.73] Head shattered on a platter from the automatic rata-ta-tata\n[02:54.93] That'll make you change everything in your mind frame\n[02:56.84] When the time came, Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\n[02:58.67] Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\n[03:00.65] Squeezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\n[03:02.79] Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\n[03:05.58] How do I explain hatred to an underage kid?\n[03:08.23] Who parents got their lives claimed\n[03:09.56] By a killer, that the coppers bought a whopper for\n[03:11.10] At the Burger King after the murder scene\n[03:12.47] They don't give a fuck if we all die\n[03:14.08] Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\n[03:15.71] Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n[03:17.77] Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\n[03:20.50] But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid\n[03:22.15] Monument, my eyes on top of it, I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n[03:25.24] All I ever needed was a chorus\n[03:26.75] The shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\n[03:28.47] These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\n[03:30.37] Crook is a thesaurus, god-like being\n[03:32.24] This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into 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I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n  'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\n  Ho-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\n  Got time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\n  So be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\n  My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n  'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n  I'll wait, crooked!\n  We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n\n  When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\n  Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n  'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\n  Who went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\n  Woman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n  'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\n  When Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage\n  Disparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in\n\n  And it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion\n  Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\n  Conservative values have died, they're inanimate\n  And liberals are panicking\n  Turning to pussies, they're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\n  Canada? 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Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n  You probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n  But I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\n  And bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n\n  Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\n  Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n  Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n\n  Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\n  End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\n  You want America to ban every weapon invented\n  Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n  'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n  Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\n  Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n  Veteran in a 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HO mama let's ride\nWe roll\nBonnie and Clyde\nI ain't goin' out quiet\nGot time on my left wrist\nGod to my right\nBut I'm outta my right mind\nSo be quiet\nAnd don't ask what I'm rapping for\nThis shit is personal\nMy mama gon' live in the Hollywood\nHills fore she gets to the nursing home\nCause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\nI'll wait\nCrooked!\nWe might just have to give em' the rhythm that they came for now-\nWhen I hit em' with the potent-\nProfane flow-\nTill the propane flame goes out\nUntil then\nI'm the Rap Godzilla\nMiraculous\nI'm coming to take the president down\nCause I came for the most hateful\nCave troll\nIn White House\nWho went AWOL\nOn his wife, what an a-hole\nWoman say no\nBut he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\nCause the man knows\nThat he can't lose\nWith a few scandals\nWhen Vladimir Putin is handing him\nWikileaks used to advantage\nDisparaging Hillary\nPutting that nail through her casket in\nAnd it's so frickin' apparent\nThis country is reaching a point of combustion\nWhere faith in humanity's practically vanishing\nConservative values have died\nThey're inanimate\nAnd liberals are panicking\nTurning to pussies\nThey're packing their bags up and moving to Canada...\nCanada...?!?\nYou mother fuckers ain't really man enough\nI don't give a fuck\nI'm never running from nothing\nEven if Donald's got the nukes\nAnd he's coming for everybody in the opposition\nI'ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy-\nI'm whooping the man\nCause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\nAnd I reckon my records\nAre breaking every single record\nKnown to man in a second\nThe world ain't ready for the return of the mic\nMurdering menace\nI hurt em', and burn em'\nInvented\nThe word of demented\nSo call em' a medic\nWith anesthetic\nBefore they turn into someone you never heard of\nPathetic\nAt first I was heading for heaven\nBut the devil said I'd be better never repenting\nFor my pen again\nWhen the venom is venerable\nI'm too fucking incredible\nUn-bitable flow\nIt isn't edible\nNor legible\nMy decibels and trebles\nAre impeccable\nWhen flipping a rap\nI'm kicking it back\nTo the momentum\nI first had when I was entering my ZONEEE\nWHOA...\nLook at the show!\nLuke Gawne\nCrooked I\nAnd Craig O.\nYou probably thought\nI wasn't gon' slaughter ever syllable\nBut I'm ripping em' to bits\nWith the wickedest spit\nAnd bitch\nI'm limitless\nYOOO!\nWalking round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nPicture perfect fantasy is it?\nRotting till we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nEverybody worried bout they guns and the second amendment, end it-\nMy nigga I'ma tell you in advance\nYou want America to ban every weapon invented\nJust put a gun in a real nigga hands\n'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\nElephant in the room, I'ma poacher (Shot!)\nDeliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\nVeteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\nEven if you're ill with your hands\nYou still getting killed it don't matter\nWhen the shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting\noutta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\nHe sprayin' the crowd shatter\nAnd the data\nDon't add up, more than 58 dead...\nConspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\nBut tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground\nWith his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter\nFrom the automatic ratata-tata-\nThat'll make you change everything\nin your mind frame when the time came\nDylann Roof, let his nine aim\nWalked into the church, turned that sh*t into a fire range\nSqueezin' on the D'Eagle til' his mind hangs sideways\nNine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame-\nHow do I explain hatred to an underage kid\nWho's parents got their lives claimed-\nBy a killer-\nThat the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King\nAfter the murder scene-\nThey don't give a fuck if we all die!\nDoin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\nSlaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\nFall guy, cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\nBut you fuckin' with a pharaoh,\nI'm the builder of the pyramid, monument\nMy eye's on top of it\nI'm all eyes seein', like Horus\nAll I ever needed was a chorus\nThe shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\nThese killers shook,\nyou're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\nCrook is a thesaurus, \"godlike being\"\nThis industry is full of shady-ism,\nthey be into favoritism, take a listen\nLyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\nWhoever said they did it,\nI'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism\nPaganism, Satanism - wait a minute\nPay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin'\nThey be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms, eighty spitta's-\nAte em' like a plate of chicken\nFlavor sticker for the blatant haterism-\nSay the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism-\nIsn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures...\nYou fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers\nMy gun smoke blunt rappers\nQuicker than your blaze a swisha!\n*aahhhh* (Crooked exhales)\nWalking round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nPicture perfect fantasy is it?\nRotting till we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hell to Pay\n  artist: Luke Gawne\n  album: Freedom\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I swore to the G.O.D\n  I was finna get mine\n  Cause mama you done made it out Chicago's Westside!\n  HO HO mama let's ride\n  We roll\n  Bonnie and Clyde\n  I ain't goin' out quiet\n  Got time on my left wrist\n  God to my right\n  But I'm outta my right mind\n  So be quiet\n  And don't ask what I'm rapping for\n  This shit is personal\n  My mama gon' live in the Hollywood\n  Hills fore she gets to the nursing home\n  Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n  I'll wait\n  Crooked!\n  We might just have to give em' the rhythm that they came for now-\n  When I hit em' with the potent-\n  Profane flow-\n  Till the propane flame goes out\n  Until then\n  I'm the Rap Godzilla\n  Miraculous\n  I'm coming to take the president down\n  Cause I came for the most hateful\n  Cave troll\n  In White House\n  Who went AWOL\n  On his wife, what an a-hole\n  Woman say no\n  But he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n  Cause the man knows\n  That he can't lose\n  With a few scandals\n  When Vladimir Putin is handing him\n  Wikileaks used to advantage\n  Disparaging Hillary\n  Putting that nail through her casket in\n  And it's so frickin' apparent\n  This country is reaching a point of combustion\n  Where faith in humanity's practically vanishing\n  Conservative values have died\n  They're inanimate\n  And liberals are panicking\n  Turning to pussies\n  They're packing their bags up and moving to Canada...\n  Canada...?!?\n  You mother fuckers ain't really man enough\n  I don't give a fuck\n  I'm never running from nothing\n  Even if Donald's got the nukes\n  And he's coming for everybody in the opposition\n  I'ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy-\n  I'm whooping the man\n  Cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\n  And I reckon my records\n  Are breaking every single record\n  Known to man in a second\n  The world ain't ready for the return of the mic\n  Murdering menace\n  I hurt em', and burn em'\n  Invented\n  The word of demented\n  So call em' a medic\n  With anesthetic\n  Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n  Pathetic\n  At first I was heading for heaven\n  But the devil said I'd be better never repenting\n  For my pen again\n  When the venom is venerable\n  I'm too fucking incredible\n  Un-bitable flow\n  It isn't edible\n  Nor legible\n  My decibels and trebles\n  Are impeccable\n  When flipping a rap\n  I'm kicking it back\n  To the momentum\n  I first had when I was entering my ZONEEE\n  WHOA...\n  Look at the show!\n  Luke Gawne\n  Crooked I\n  And Craig O.\n  You probably thought\n  I wasn't gon' slaughter ever syllable\n  But I'm ripping em' to bits\n  With the wickedest spit\n  And bitch\n  I'm limitless\n  YOOO!\n  Walking round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Picture perfect fantasy is it?\n  Rotting till we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Everybody worried bout they guns and the second amendment, end it-\n  My nigga I'ma tell you in advance\n  You want America to ban every weapon invented\n  Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n  'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n  Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (Shot!)\n  Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n  Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n  Even if you're ill with your hands\n  You still getting killed it don't matter\n  When the shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting\n  outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n  He sprayin' the crowd shatter\n  And the data\n  Don't add up, more than 58 dead...\n  Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\n  But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground\n  With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter\n  From the automatic ratata-tata-\n  That'll make you change everything\n  in your mind frame when the time came\n  Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\n  Walked into the church, turned that sh*t into a fire range\n  Squeezin' on the D'Eagle til' his mind hangs sideways\n  Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame-\n  How do I explain hatred to an underage kid\n  Who's parents got their lives claimed-\n  By a killer-\n  That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King\n  After the murder scene-\n  They don't give a fuck if we all die!\n  Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\n  Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n  Fall guy, cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\n  But you fuckin' with a pharaoh,\n  I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument\n  My eye's on top of it\n  I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n  All I ever needed was a chorus\n  The shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\n  These killers shook,\n  you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\n  Crook is a thesaurus, \"godlike being\"\n  This industry is full of shady-ism,\n  they be into favoritism, take a listen\n  Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\n  Whoever said they did it,\n  I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism\n  Paganism, Satanism - wait a minute\n  Pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin'\n  They be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms, eighty spitta's-\n  Ate em' like a plate of chicken\n  Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism-\n  Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism-\n  Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures...\n  You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers\n  My gun smoke blunt rappers\n  Quicker than your blaze a swisha!\n  *aahhhh* (Crooked exhales)\n  Walking round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Picture perfect fantasy is it?\n  Rotting till we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n"},{"id":40246385,"name":"Hell to Pay","trackName":"Hell to Pay","artistName":"GAWNE & Crooked Eye","albumName":"Freedom","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\nHo-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\nGot time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\nSo be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\nMy mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\nI'll wait, crooked!\nWe might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n\nWhen I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\nUntil then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\nWho went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\nWoman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\nWhen Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage\nDisparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in\n\nAnd it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion\nWhere faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\nConservative values have died, they're inanimate\nAnd liberals are panicking\nTurning to pussies, they're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\nCanada? You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\nI don't give a fuck, I'm never running from nothing\nEven if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody in the opposition\nI'ma be there opening up a can of the Whoopy\n\nI'm whooping the man 'cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\nAnd I reckon my records are breaking every single record known to man in a second\nThe world ain't ready for the return of the mic\nMurdering menace, I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\nInvented the word of demented, so call 'em a medic with anesthetic\nBefore they turn into someone you never heard of\nPathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\nBut the Devil said I'd be better never repenting for my pen again\n\nWhen the venom is venerable, I'm too fucking incredible\nUn-bitable flow, it isn't edible nor legible\nMy decibels and trebles are impeccable\nWhen flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back to the momentum\nI first had when I was entering my zone\nWhoa, look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\nYou probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\nBut I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\nAnd bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n\nWalking 'round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\nPicture-perfect fantasy, is it?\nRotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n\nEverybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\nEnd it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\nYou want America to ban every weapon invented\nJust put a gun in a real nigga hands\n'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\nElephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\nDeliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\nVeteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\nEven if you're ill with your hands\n\nYou still getting killed, it don't matter\nWhen the shooter go bananas in Nevada\nShooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\nHe sprayin' the crowd shatter and the data don't add up, more than 58 dead\nConspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\nBut tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground with his brain matter splattered\nHead shattered on a platter from the automatic rata-ta-tata\n\nThat'll make you change everything in your mind frame\nWhen the time came, Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\nWalked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\nSqueezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\nNine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\nHow do I explain hatred to an underage kid?\nWho parents got their lives claimed\n\nBy a killer, that the coppers bought a whopper for\nAt the Burger King after the murder scene\nThey don't give a fuck if we all die\nDoin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\nSlaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\nFall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\nBut you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid\nMonument, my eyes on top of it, I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n\nAll I ever needed was a chorus\nThe shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\nThese killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\nCrook is a thesaurus, god-like being\nThis industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism\nTake a listen, lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\nWhoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism\nThey was into atheism, paganism, Satanism\n\nWait a minute, pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin'\nThey be trippin', they be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms\n80 spitters, ate 'em like a plate of chicken\nFlavor sticker for the blatant haterism\nSay the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\nIsn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\nYou fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper\nI hunt rappers, my gun smoke blunt rappers\nQuicker than your blaze a swisha\n\nWalking 'round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nPicture-perfect fantasy, is it?\nRotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.58] I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n[00:11.60] 'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\n[00:15.00] Ho-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\n[00:19.17] Got time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\n[00:22.13] So be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\n[00:26.56] My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n[00:29.82] 'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n[00:33.25] I'll wait, crooked!\n[00:34.95] We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n[00:36.78] When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\n[00:40.48] Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n[00:44.56] 'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\n[00:47.17] Who went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\n[00:48.96] Woman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n[00:51.52] 'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\n[00:53.81] When Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage\n[00:56.55] Disparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in\n[00:59.44] And it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion\n[01:02.58] Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\n[01:05.15] Conservative values have died, they're inanimate\n[01:07.60] And liberals are panicking\n[01:08.92] Turning to pussies, they're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\n[01:11.78] Canada? You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\n[01:13.73] I don't give a fuck, I'm never running from nothing\n[01:15.38] Even if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody in the opposition\n[01:18.05] I'ma be there opening up a can of the Whoopy\n[01:19.33] I'm whooping the man 'cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\n[01:20.77] And I reckon my records are breaking every single record known to man in a second\n[01:23.77] The world ain't ready for the return of the mic\n[01:25.15] Murdering menace, I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\n[01:26.46] Invented the word of demented, so call 'em a medic with anesthetic\n[01:28.76] Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n[01:30.05] Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\n[01:31.46] But the Devil said I'd be better never repenting for my pen again\n[01:33.62] When the venom is venerable, I'm too fucking incredible\n[01:35.69] Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible nor legible\n[01:37.33] My decibels and trebles are impeccable\n[01:38.85] When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back to the momentum\n[01:40.34] I first had when I was entering my zone\n[01:41.98] Whoa, look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n[01:45.23] You probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n[01:46.92] But I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\n[01:48.04] And bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n[01:49.70] Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n[01:52.08] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n[01:55.77] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[01:59.62] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:04.63] Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n[02:06.92] Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n[02:10.71] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:14.19] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:17.91] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:21.63] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n[02:25.77] Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\n[02:27.65] End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\n[02:29.43] You want America to ban every weapon invented\n[02:31.52] Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n[02:32.99] 'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n[02:35.09] Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\n[02:36.61] Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n[02:37.83] Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n[02:39.36] Even if you're ill with your hands\n[02:40.56] You still getting killed, it don't matter\n[02:41.70] When the shooter go bananas in Nevada\n[02:43.12] Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n[02:45.28] He sprayin' the crowd shatter and the data don't add up, more than 58 dead\n[02:48.28] Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\n[02:50.06] But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground with his brain matter splattered\n[02:52.73] Head shattered on a platter from the automatic rata-ta-tata\n[02:54.93] That'll make you change everything in your mind frame\n[02:56.84] When the time came, Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\n[02:58.67] Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\n[03:00.65] Squeezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\n[03:02.79] Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\n[03:05.58] How do I explain hatred to an underage kid?\n[03:08.23] Who parents got their lives claimed\n[03:09.56] By a killer, that the coppers bought a whopper for\n[03:11.10] At the Burger King after the murder scene\n[03:12.47] They don't give a fuck if we all die\n[03:14.08] Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\n[03:15.71] Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n[03:17.77] Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\n[03:20.50] But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid\n[03:22.15] Monument, my eyes on top of it, I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n[03:25.24] All I ever needed was a chorus\n[03:26.75] The shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\n[03:28.47] These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\n[03:30.37] Crook is a thesaurus, god-like being\n[03:32.24] This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism\n[03:34.37] Take a listen, lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\n[03:36.27] Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism\n[03:37.98] They was into atheism, paganism, Satanism\n[03:39.93] Wait a minute, pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin'\n[03:41.83] They be trippin', they be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms\n[03:43.48] 80 spitters, ate 'em like a plate of chicken\n[03:44.76] Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism\n[03:46.22] Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\n[03:47.87] Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\n[03:49.62] You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper\n[03:51.36] I hunt rappers, my gun smoke blunt rappers\n[03:53.50] Quicker than your blaze a swisha\n[03:55.27] Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n[03:57.23] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n[04:01.16] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:04.86] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:10.01] Picture-perfect fantasy, is 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I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n  'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\n  Ho-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\n  Got time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\n  So be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\n  My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n  'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n  I'll wait, crooked!\n  We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n\n  When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\n  Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n  'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\n  Who went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\n  Woman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n  'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\n  When Vladimir Putin is 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Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n  You probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n  But I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\n  And bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n\n  Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\n  Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n  Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n\n  Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\n  End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\n  You want America to ban every weapon invented\n  Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n  'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n  Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\n  Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n  Veteran in a 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it out Chicago's Westside!\nHO HO mama let's ride\nWe roll\nBonnie and Clyde\nI ain't goin' out quiet\nGot time on my left wrist\nGod to my right\nBut I'm outta my right mind\nSo be quiet\nAnd don't ask what I'm rapping for\nThis shit is personal\nMy mama gon' live in the Hollywood\nHills fore she gets to the nursing home\nCause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\nI'll wait\nCrooked!\nWe might just have to give em' the rhythm that they came for now-\nWhen I hit em' with the potent-\nProfane flow-\nTill the propane flame goes out\nUntil then\nI'm the Rap Godzilla\nMiraculous\nI'm coming to take the president down\nCause I came for the most hateful\nCave troll\nIn White House\nWho went AWOL\nOn his wife, what an a-hole\nWoman say no\nBut he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\nCause the man knows\nThat he can't lose\nWith a few scandals\nWhen Vladimir Putin is handing him\nWikileaks used to advantage\nDisparaging Hillary\nPutting that nail through her casket in\nAnd it's so frickin' apparent\nThis country is reaching a point of combustion\nWhere faith in humanity's practically vanishing\nConservative values have died\nThey're inanimate\nAnd liberals are panicking\nTurning to pussies\nThey're packing their bags up and moving to Canada...\nCanada...?!?\nYou mother fuckers ain't really man enough\nI don't give a fuck\nI'm never running from nothing\nEven if Donald's got the nukes\nAnd he's coming for everybody in the opposition\nI'ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy-\nI'm whooping the man\nCause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\nAnd I reckon my records\nAre breaking every single record\nKnown to man in a second\nThe world ain't ready for the return of the mic\nMurdering menace\nI hurt em', and burn em'\nInvented\nThe word of demented\nSo call em' a medic\nWith anesthetic\nBefore they turn into someone you never heard of\nPathetic\nAt first I was heading for heaven\nBut the devil said I'd be better never repenting\nFor my pen again\nWhen the venom is venerable\nI'm too fucking incredible\nUn-bitable flow\nIt isn't edible\nNor legible\nMy decibels and trebles\nAre impeccable\nWhen flipping a rap\nI'm kicking it back\nTo the momentum\nI first had when I was entering my ZONEEE\nWHOA...\nLook at the show!\nLuke Gawne\nCrooked I\nAnd Craig O.\nYou probably thought\nI wasn't gon' slaughter ever syllable\nBut I'm ripping em' to bits\nWith the wickedest spit\nAnd bitch\nI'm limitless\nYOOO!\nWalking round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nPicture perfect fantasy is it?\nRotting till we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nEverybody worried bout they guns and the second amendment, end it-\nMy nigga I'ma tell you in advance\nYou want America to ban every weapon invented\nJust put a gun in a real nigga hands\n'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\nElephant in the room, I'ma poacher (Shot!)\nDeliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\nVeteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\nEven if you're ill with your hands\nYou still getting killed it don't matter\nWhen the shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting\noutta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\nHe sprayin' the crowd shatter\nAnd the data\nDon't add up, more than 58 dead...\nConspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\nBut tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground\nWith his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter\nFrom the automatic ratata-tata-\nThat'll make you change everything\nin your mind frame when the time came\nDylann Roof, let his nine aim\nWalked into the church, turned that sh*t into a fire range\nSqueezin' on the D'Eagle til' his mind hangs sideways\nNine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame-\nHow do I explain hatred to an underage kid\nWho's parents got their lives claimed-\nBy a killer-\nThat the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King\nAfter the murder scene-\nThey don't give a fuck if we all die!\nDoin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\nSlaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\nFall guy, cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\nBut you fuckin' with a pharaoh,\nI'm the builder of the pyramid, monument\nMy eye's on top of it\nI'm all eyes seein', like Horus\nAll I ever needed was a chorus\nThe shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\nThese killers shook,\nyou're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\nCrook is a thesaurus, \"godlike being\"\nThis industry is full of shady-ism,\nthey be into favoritism, take a listen\nLyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\nWhoever said they did it,\nI'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism\nPaganism, Satanism - wait a minute\nPay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin'\nThey be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms, eighty spitta's-\nAte em' like a plate of chicken\nFlavor sticker for the blatant haterism-\nSay the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism-\nIsn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures...\nYou fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers\nMy gun smoke blunt rappers\nQuicker than your blaze a swisha!\n*aahhhh* (Crooked exhales)\nWalking round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nPicture perfect fantasy is it?\nRotting till we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hell to Pay\n  artist: Gawne/Luke Gawne/Crooked I/Craig Owens\n  album: Terminal\n  duration_ms: 281535\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I swore to the G.O.D\n  I was finna get mine\n  Cause mama you done made it out Chicago's Westside!\n  HO HO mama let's ride\n  We roll\n  Bonnie and Clyde\n  I ain't goin' out quiet\n  Got time on my left wrist\n  God to my right\n  But I'm outta my right mind\n  So be quiet\n  And don't ask what I'm rapping for\n  This shit is personal\n  My mama gon' live in the Hollywood\n  Hills fore she gets to the nursing home\n  Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n  I'll wait\n  Crooked!\n  We might just have to give em' the rhythm that they came for now-\n  When I hit em' with the potent-\n  Profane flow-\n  Till the propane flame goes out\n  Until then\n  I'm the Rap Godzilla\n  Miraculous\n  I'm coming to take the president down\n  Cause I came for the most hateful\n  Cave troll\n  In White House\n  Who went AWOL\n  On his wife, what an a-hole\n  Woman say no\n  But he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n  Cause the man knows\n  That he can't lose\n  With a few scandals\n  When Vladimir Putin is handing him\n  Wikileaks used to advantage\n  Disparaging Hillary\n  Putting that nail through her casket in\n  And it's so frickin' apparent\n  This country is reaching a point of combustion\n  Where faith in humanity's practically vanishing\n  Conservative values have died\n  They're inanimate\n  And liberals are panicking\n  Turning to pussies\n  They're packing their bags up and moving to Canada...\n  Canada...?!?\n  You mother fuckers ain't really man enough\n  I don't give a fuck\n  I'm never running from nothing\n  Even if Donald's got the nukes\n  And he's coming for everybody in the opposition\n  I'ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy-\n  I'm whooping the man\n  Cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\n  And I reckon my records\n  Are breaking every single record\n  Known to man in a second\n  The world ain't ready for the return of the mic\n  Murdering menace\n  I hurt em', and burn em'\n  Invented\n  The word of demented\n  So call em' a medic\n  With anesthetic\n  Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n  Pathetic\n  At first I was heading for heaven\n  But the devil said I'd be better never repenting\n  For my pen again\n  When the venom is venerable\n  I'm too fucking incredible\n  Un-bitable flow\n  It isn't edible\n  Nor legible\n  My decibels and trebles\n  Are impeccable\n  When flipping a rap\n  I'm kicking it back\n  To the momentum\n  I first had when I was entering my ZONEEE\n  WHOA...\n  Look at the show!\n  Luke Gawne\n  Crooked I\n  And Craig O.\n  You probably thought\n  I wasn't gon' slaughter ever syllable\n  But I'm ripping em' to bits\n  With the wickedest spit\n  And bitch\n  I'm limitless\n  YOOO!\n  Walking round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Picture perfect fantasy is it?\n  Rotting till we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Everybody worried bout they guns and the second amendment, end it-\n  My nigga I'ma tell you in advance\n  You want America to ban every weapon invented\n  Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n  'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n  Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (Shot!)\n  Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n  Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n  Even if you're ill with your hands\n  You still getting killed it don't matter\n  When the shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting\n  outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n  He sprayin' the crowd shatter\n  And the data\n  Don't add up, more than 58 dead...\n  Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\n  But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground\n  With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter\n  From the automatic ratata-tata-\n  That'll make you change everything\n  in your mind frame when the time came\n  Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\n  Walked into the church, turned that sh*t into a fire range\n  Squeezin' on the D'Eagle til' his mind hangs sideways\n  Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame-\n  How do I explain hatred to an underage kid\n  Who's parents got their lives claimed-\n  By a killer-\n  That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King\n  After the murder scene-\n  They don't give a fuck if we all die!\n  Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\n  Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n  Fall guy, cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\n  But you fuckin' with a pharaoh,\n  I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument\n  My eye's on top of it\n  I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n  All I ever needed was a chorus\n  The shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\n  These killers shook,\n  you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\n  Crook is a thesaurus, \"godlike being\"\n  This industry is full of shady-ism,\n  they be into favoritism, take a listen\n  Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\n  Whoever said they did it,\n  I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism\n  Paganism, Satanism - wait a minute\n  Pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin'\n  They be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms, eighty spitta's-\n  Ate em' like a plate of chicken\n  Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism-\n  Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism-\n  Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures...\n  You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers\n  My gun smoke blunt rappers\n  Quicker than your blaze a swisha!\n  *aahhhh* (Crooked exhales)\n  Walking round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Picture perfect fantasy is it?\n  Rotting till we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n"},{"id":32961935,"name":"Hell to Pay feat. Crooked Eye","trackName":"Hell to Pay feat. Crooked Eye","artistName":"GAWNE","albumName":"Freedom","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\nHo-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\nGot time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\nSo be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\nMy mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\nI'll wait, crooked!\nWe might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n\nWhen I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\nUntil then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\nWho went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\nWoman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\nWhen Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage\nDisparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in\n\nAnd it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion\nWhere faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\nConservative values have died, they're inanimate\nAnd liberals are panicking\nTurning to pussies, they're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\nCanada? You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\nI don't give a fuck, I'm never running from nothing\nEven if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody in the opposition\nI'ma be there opening up a can of the Whoopy\n\nI'm whooping the man 'cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\nAnd I reckon my records are breaking every single record known to man in a second\nThe world ain't ready for the return of the mic\nMurdering menace, I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\nInvented the word of demented, so call 'em a medic with anesthetic\nBefore they turn into someone you never heard of\nPathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\nBut the Devil said I'd be better never repenting for my pen again\n\nWhen the venom is venerable, I'm too fucking incredible\nUn-bitable flow, it isn't edible nor legible\nMy decibels and trebles are impeccable\nWhen flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back to the momentum\nI first had when I was entering my zone\nWhoa, look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\nYou probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\nBut I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\nAnd bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n\nWalking 'round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\nPicture-perfect fantasy, is it?\nRotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n\nEverybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\nEnd it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\nYou want America to ban every weapon invented\nJust put a gun in a real nigga hands\n'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\nElephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\nDeliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\nVeteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\nEven if you're ill with your hands\n\nYou still getting killed, it don't matter\nWhen the shooter go bananas in Nevada\nShooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\nHe sprayin' the crowd shatter and the data don't add up, more than 58 dead\nConspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\nBut tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground with his brain matter splattered\nHead shattered on a platter from the automatic rata-ta-tata\n\nThat'll make you change everything in your mind frame\nWhen the time came, Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\nWalked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\nSqueezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\nNine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\nHow do I explain hatred to an underage kid?\nWho parents got their lives claimed\n\nBy a killer, that the coppers bought a whopper for\nAt the Burger King after the murder scene\nThey don't give a fuck if we all die\nDoin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\nSlaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\nFall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\nBut you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid\nMonument, my eyes on top of it, I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n\nAll I ever needed was a chorus\nThe shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\nThese killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\nCrook is a thesaurus, god-like being\nThis industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism\nTake a listen, lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\nWhoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism\nThey was into atheism, paganism, Satanism\n\nWait a minute, pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin'\nThey be trippin', they be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms\n80 spitters, ate 'em like a plate of chicken\nFlavor sticker for the blatant haterism\nSay the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\nIsn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\nYou fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper\nI hunt rappers, my gun smoke blunt rappers\nQuicker than your blaze a swisha\n\nWalking 'round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nPicture-perfect fantasy, is it?\nRotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\nOh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.58] I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n[00:11.60] 'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\n[00:15.00] Ho-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\n[00:19.17] Got time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\n[00:22.13] So be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\n[00:26.56] My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n[00:29.82] 'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n[00:33.25] I'll wait, crooked!\n[00:34.95] We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n[00:36.78] When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\n[00:40.48] Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n[00:44.56] 'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\n[00:47.17] Who went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\n[00:48.96] Woman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n[00:51.52] 'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\n[00:53.81] When Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage\n[00:56.55] Disparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in\n[00:59.44] And it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion\n[01:02.58] Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\n[01:05.15] Conservative values have died, they're inanimate\n[01:07.60] And liberals are panicking\n[01:08.92] Turning to pussies, they're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\n[01:11.78] Canada? You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\n[01:13.73] I don't give a fuck, I'm never running from nothing\n[01:15.38] Even if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody in the opposition\n[01:18.05] I'ma be there opening up a can of the Whoopy\n[01:19.33] I'm whooping the man 'cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\n[01:20.77] And I reckon my records are breaking every single record known to man in a second\n[01:23.77] The world ain't ready for the return of the mic\n[01:25.15] Murdering menace, I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\n[01:26.46] Invented the word of demented, so call 'em a medic with anesthetic\n[01:28.76] Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n[01:30.05] Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\n[01:31.46] But the Devil said I'd be better never repenting for my pen again\n[01:33.62] When the venom is venerable, I'm too fucking incredible\n[01:35.69] Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible nor legible\n[01:37.33] My decibels and trebles are impeccable\n[01:38.85] When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back to the momentum\n[01:40.34] I first had when I was entering my zone\n[01:41.98] Whoa, look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n[01:45.23] You probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n[01:46.92] But I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\n[01:48.04] And bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n[01:49.70] Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n[01:52.08] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n[01:55.77] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[01:59.62] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:04.63] Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n[02:06.92] Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n[02:10.71] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:14.19] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:17.91] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:21.63] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n[02:25.77] Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\n[02:27.65] End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\n[02:29.43] You want America to ban every weapon invented\n[02:31.52] Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n[02:32.99] 'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n[02:35.09] Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\n[02:36.61] Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n[02:37.83] Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n[02:39.36] Even if you're ill with your hands\n[02:40.56] You still getting killed, it don't matter\n[02:41.70] When the shooter go bananas in Nevada\n[02:43.12] Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n[02:45.28] He sprayin' the crowd shatter and the data don't add up, more than 58 dead\n[02:48.28] Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\n[02:50.06] But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground with his brain matter splattered\n[02:52.73] Head shattered on a platter from the automatic rata-ta-tata\n[02:54.93] That'll make you change everything in your mind frame\n[02:56.84] When the time came, Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\n[02:58.67] Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\n[03:00.65] Squeezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\n[03:02.79] Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\n[03:05.58] How do I explain hatred to an underage kid?\n[03:08.23] Who parents got their lives claimed\n[03:09.56] By a killer, that the coppers bought a whopper for\n[03:11.10] At the Burger King after the murder scene\n[03:12.47] They don't give a fuck if we all die\n[03:14.08] Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\n[03:15.71] Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n[03:17.77] Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\n[03:20.50] But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid\n[03:22.15] Monument, my eyes on top of it, I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n[03:25.24] All I ever needed was a chorus\n[03:26.75] The shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\n[03:28.47] These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\n[03:30.37] Crook is a thesaurus, god-like being\n[03:32.24] This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism\n[03:34.37] Take a listen, lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\n[03:36.27] Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism\n[03:37.98] They was into atheism, paganism, Satanism\n[03:39.93] Wait a minute, pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin'\n[03:41.83] They be trippin', they be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms\n[03:43.48] 80 spitters, ate 'em like a plate of chicken\n[03:44.76] Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism\n[03:46.22] Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\n[03:47.87] Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\n[03:49.62] You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper\n[03:51.36] I hunt rappers, my gun smoke blunt rappers\n[03:53.50] Quicker than your blaze a swisha\n[03:55.27] Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n[03:57.23] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n[04:01.16] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:04.86] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:10.01] Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n[04:12.49] Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n[04:15.93] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:19.82] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:23.58] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:27.22] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:30.93] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:34.64] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:38.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hell to Pay feat. 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I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n  'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\n  Ho-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\n  Got time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\n  So be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\n  My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n  'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n  I'll wait, crooked!\n  We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n\n  When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\n  Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n  'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\n  Who went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\n  Woman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n  'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\n  When Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage\n  Disparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in\n\n  And it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion\n  Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\n  Conservative values have died, they're inanimate\n  And liberals are panicking\n  Turning to pussies, they're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\n  Canada? You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\n  I don't give a fuck, I'm never running from nothing\n  Even if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody in the opposition\n  I'ma be there opening up a can of the Whoopy\n\n  I'm whooping the man 'cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\n  And I reckon my records are breaking every single record known to man in a second\n  The world ain't ready for the return of the mic\n  Murdering menace, I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\n  Invented the word of demented, so call 'em a medic with anesthetic\n  Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n  Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\n  But the Devil said I'd be better never repenting for my pen again\n\n  When the venom is venerable, I'm too fucking incredible\n  Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible nor legible\n  My decibels and trebles are impeccable\n  When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back to the momentum\n  I first had when I was entering my zone\n  Whoa, look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n  You probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n  But I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\n  And bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n\n  Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\n  Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n  Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n\n  Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\n  End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\n  You want America to ban every weapon invented\n  Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n  'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n  Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\n  Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n  Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n  Even if you're ill with your hands\n\n  You still getting killed, it don't matter\n  When the shooter go bananas in Nevada\n  Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n  He sprayin' the crowd shatter and the data don't add up, more than 58 dead\n  Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\n  But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground with his brain matter splattered\n  Head shattered on a platter from the automatic rata-ta-tata\n\n  That'll make you change everything in your mind frame\n  When the time came, Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\n  Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\n  Squeezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\n  Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\n  How do I explain hatred to an underage kid?\n  Who parents got their lives claimed\n\n  By a killer, that the coppers bought a whopper for\n  At the Burger King after the murder scene\n  They don't give a fuck if we all die\n  Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\n  Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n  Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\n  But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid\n  Monument, my eyes on top of it, I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n\n  All I ever needed was a chorus\n  The shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\n  These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\n  Crook is a thesaurus, god-like being\n  This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism\n  Take a listen, lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\n  Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism\n  They was into atheism, paganism, Satanism\n\n  Wait a minute, pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin'\n  They be trippin', they be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms\n  80 spitters, ate 'em like a plate of chicken\n  Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism\n  Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\n  Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\n  You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper\n  I hunt rappers, my gun smoke blunt rappers\n  Quicker than your blaze a swisha\n\n  Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n  Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n"},{"id":30231024,"name":"Hell to Pay","trackName":"Hell to Pay","artistName":"Gawne/Craig Owens/Kxng Crooked","albumName":"Terminal","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I swore to the G.O.D.\nI was finna get mine\n'Cause mama you done made it out Chicago's Westside!\nHo-ho, mama let's ride\nWe roll, Bonnie and Clyde\nI ain't goin' out quiet\nGot time on my left wrist\nGod to my right\nBut I'm outta my right mind\nSo be quiet\n\nAnd don't ask what I'm rapping for\nThis shit is personal\nMy mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills\n'Fore she gets to the nursing home\n'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\nI'll wait\nCrooked!\nWe might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\nWhen I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow\n'Til the propane flame goes out\n\nUntil then, I'm the Rap Godzilla\nMiraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n'Cause I came for the most hateful\nCave troll in White House\nWho went AWOL\nOn his wife, what an a-hole\nWoman say no\nBut he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n\n'Cause the man knows that he can't lose\nWith a few scandals\nWhen Vladimir Putin is handing him\nWikileaks used to advantage\nDisparaging Hillary\nPutting that nail through her casket in\n\nAnd it's so frickin' apparent\nThis country is reaching a point of combustion\nWhere faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\nConservative values have died\nThey're inanimate\nAnd liberals are panicking\nTurning to pussies\nThey're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\nCanada?\n\nYou motherfuckers ain't really man enough\nI don't give a fuck\nI'm never running from nothing\nEven if Donald's got the nukes\nAnd he's coming for everybody in the opposition\nI'ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy\nI'm whooping the man\n'Cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\nAnd I reckon my records\nAre breaking every single record\nKnown to man in a second\nThe world ain't ready for the return of the mic\nMurdering menace\n\nI hurt 'em, and burn 'em\nInvented, the word of demented\nSo call 'em a medic\nWith anesthetic\nBefore they turn into someone you never heard of\nPathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\nBut the devil said I'd be better never repenting\nFor my pen again\nWhen the venom is venerable\nI'm too fucking incredible\nUn-bitable flow, it isn't edible\nNor legible\nMy decibels and trebles are impeccable\nWhen flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back\nTo the momentum\n\nI first had when I was entering my zone\nWhoa\nLook at the show!\nLuke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\nYou probably thought\nI wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\nBut I'm ripping 'em to bits\nWith the wickedest spit and bitch\nI'm limitless, yo!\n\nWalking round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nPicture perfect fantasy is it?\nRotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n\nEverybody worried 'bout they guns and the second amendment, end it\nMy nigga I'ma tell you in advance\nYou want America to ban every weapon invented\nJust put a gun in a real nigga hands\n'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\nElephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot!)\nDeliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\nVeteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\nEven if you're ill with your hands\n\nYou still getting killed, it don't matter\nWhen the shooter go bananas in Nevada\nShooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\nHe sprayin' the crowd shatter\nAnd the data\nDon't add up, more than 58 dead\nConspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\nBut tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground\nWith his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter\nFrom the automatic ratata-tata-\n\nThat'll make you change everything in your mind frame when the time came\nDylann Roof, let his nine aim\nWalked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\nSqueezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\nNine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\nHow do I explain hatred to an underage kid\nWho parents got their lives claimed\n\nBy a killer\nThat the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King\nAfter the murder scene\nThey don't give a fuck if we all die!\nDoin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\nSlaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n\nFall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\nBut you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument\nMy eyes on top of it\nI'm all eyes seein', like Horus\nAll I ever needed was a chorus\nThe shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\nThese killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\nCrook is a thesaurus, godlike being\n\nThis industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism, take a listen\nLyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\nWhoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism\nPaganism, Satanism, wait a minute\nPay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin'\nThey be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms, 80 spitters\nAte 'em like a plate of chicken\nFlavor sticker for the blatant haterism\nSay the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\nIsn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\nYou fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers\nMy gun smoke blunt rappers\nQuicker than your blaze a swisha!\n\nWalking round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nPicture perfect fantasy is it?\nRotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.16] I swore to the G.O.D.\n[00:09.14] I was finna get mine\n[00:10.84] 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On his wife, what an a-hole\n[00:48.55] Woman say no\n[00:49.36] But he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n[00:51.38] 'Cause the man knows that he can't lose\n[00:52.87] With a few scandals\n[00:53.67] When Vladimir Putin is handing him\n[00:55.17] Wikileaks used to advantage\n[00:56.37] Disparaging Hillary\n[00:57.22] Putting that nail through her casket in\n[00:59.22] And it's so frickin' apparent\n[01:00.46] This country is reaching a point of combustion\n[01:02.25] Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\n[01:04.58] Conservative values have died\n[01:06.46] They're inanimate\n[01:07.30] And liberals are panicking\n[01:08.83] Turning to pussies\n[01:09.98] They're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\n[01:11.73] Canada?\n[01:12.48] You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\n[01:13.56] I don't give a fuck\n[01:14.23] I'm never running from nothing\n[01:15.07] Even if Donald's got the nukes\n[01:16.07] And he's coming for everybody in the 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wrist\n  God to my right\n  But I'm outta my right mind\n  So be quiet\n\n  And don't ask what I'm rapping for\n  This shit is personal\n  My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills\n  'Fore she gets to the nursing home\n  'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n  I'll wait\n  Crooked!\n  We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n  When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow\n  'Til the propane flame goes out\n\n  Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla\n  Miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n  'Cause I came for the most hateful\n  Cave troll in White House\n  Who went AWOL\n  On his wife, what an a-hole\n  Woman say no\n  But he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n\n  'Cause the man knows that he can't lose\n  With a few scandals\n  When Vladimir Putin is handing him\n  Wikileaks used to advantage\n  Disparaging Hillary\n  Putting that nail through her casket in\n\n  And it's so frickin' apparent\n  This country is reaching a point of combustion\n  Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\n  Conservative values have died\n  They're inanimate\n  And liberals are panicking\n  Turning to pussies\n  They're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\n  Canada?\n\n  You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\n  I don't give a fuck\n  I'm never running from nothing\n  Even if Donald's got the nukes\n  And he's coming for everybody in the opposition\n  I'ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy\n  I'm whooping the man\n  'Cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\n  And I reckon my records\n  Are breaking every single record\n  Known to man in a second\n  The world ain't ready for the return of the mic\n  Murdering menace\n\n  I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\n  Invented, the word of demented\n  So call 'em a medic\n  With anesthetic\n  Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n  Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\n  But the devil said I'd be better never repenting\n  For my pen again\n  When the venom is venerable\n  I'm too fucking incredible\n  Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible\n  Nor legible\n  My decibels and trebles are impeccable\n  When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back\n  To the momentum\n\n  I first had when I was entering my zone\n  Whoa\n  Look at the show!\n  Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n  You probably thought\n  I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n  But I'm ripping 'em to bits\n  With the wickedest spit and bitch\n  I'm limitless, yo!\n\n  Walking round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Picture perfect fantasy is it?\n  Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n\n  Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the second amendment, end it\n  My nigga I'ma tell you in advance\n  You want America to ban every weapon invented\n  Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n  'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n  Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot!)\n  Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n  Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n  Even if you're ill with your hands\n\n  You still getting killed, it don't matter\n  When the shooter go bananas in Nevada\n  Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n  He sprayin' the crowd shatter\n  And the data\n  Don't add up, more than 58 dead\n  Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\n  But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground\n  With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter\n  From the automatic ratata-tata-\n\n  That'll make you change everything in your mind frame when the time came\n  Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\n  Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\n  Squeezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\n  Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\n  How do I explain hatred to an underage kid\n  Who parents got their lives claimed\n\n  By a killer\n  That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King\n  After the murder scene\n  They don't give a fuck if we all die!\n  Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\n  Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n\n  Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\n  But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument\n  My eyes on top of it\n  I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n  All I ever needed was a chorus\n  The shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\n  These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\n  Crook is a thesaurus, godlike being\n\n  This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism, take a listen\n  Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\n  Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism\n  Paganism, Satanism, wait a minute\n  Pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin'\n  They be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms, 80 spitters\n  Ate 'em like a plate of chicken\n  Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism\n  Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\n  Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\n  You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers\n  My gun smoke blunt rappers\n  Quicker than your blaze a swisha!\n\n  Walking round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Picture perfect fantasy is it?\n  Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n\n  Oh, whoa, oh 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down\n'Cause I came for the most hateful\nCave troll in White House\nWho went AWOL\nOn his wife, what an a-hole\nWoman say no\nBut he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n\n'Cause the man knows that he can't lose\nWith a few scandals\nWhen Vladimir Putin is handing him\nWikileaks used to advantage\nDisparaging Hillary\nPutting that nail through her casket in\n\nAnd it's so frickin' apparent\nThis country is reaching a point of combustion\nWhere faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\nConservative values have died\nThey're inanimate\nAnd liberals are panicking\nTurning to pussies\nThey're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\nCanada?\n\nYou motherfuckers ain't really man enough\nI don't give a fuck\nI'm never running from nothing\nEven if Donald's got the nukes\nAnd he's coming for everybody in the opposition\nI'ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy\nI'm whooping the man\n'Cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\nAnd I reckon my records\nAre breaking every single record\nKnown to man in a second\nThe world ain't ready for the return of the mic\nMurdering menace\n\nI hurt 'em, and burn 'em\nInvented, the word of demented\nSo call 'em a medic\nWith anesthetic\nBefore they turn into someone you never heard of\nPathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\nBut the devil said I'd be better never repenting\nFor my pen again\nWhen the venom is venerable\nI'm too fucking incredible\nUn-bitable flow, it isn't edible\nNor legible\nMy decibels and trebles are impeccable\nWhen flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back\nTo the momentum\n\nI first had when I was entering my zone\nWhoa\nLook at the show!\nLuke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\nYou probably thought\nI wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\nBut I'm ripping 'em to bits\nWith the wickedest spit and bitch\nI'm limitless, yo!\n\nWalking round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to 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you're lookin' at a book\nCrook is a thesaurus, godlike being\n\nThis industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism, take a listen\nLyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\nWhoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism\nPaganism, Satanism, wait a minute\nPay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin'\nThey be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms, 80 spitters\nAte 'em like a plate of chicken\nFlavor sticker for the blatant haterism\nSay the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\nIsn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\nYou fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers\nMy gun smoke blunt rappers\nQuicker than your blaze a swisha!\n\nWalking round with thoughts of redemption\nPlotting through my head, voices said speak of division\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nPicture perfect fantasy is it?\nRotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\nOh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.16] I swore to the G.O.D.\n[00:09.15] I was finna get mine\n[00:10.88] 'Cause mama you done made it out Chicago's Westside!\n[00:14.67] Ho-ho, mama let's ride\n[00:16.16] We roll, Bonnie and Clyde\n[00:17.47] I ain't goin' out quiet\n[00:18.47] Got time on my left wrist\n[00:20.03] God to my right\n[00:20.81] But I'm outta my right mind\n[00:22.15] So be quiet\n[00:23.05] And don't ask what I'm rapping for\n[00:24.79] This shit is personal\n[00:26.15] My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills\n[00:27.10] 'Fore she gets to the nursing home\n[00:29.72] 'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n[00:33.28] I'll wait\n[00:34.14] Crooked!\n[00:34.99] We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n[00:36.96] When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow\n[00:38.84] 'Til the propane flame goes out\n[00:40.37] Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla\n[00:41.97] Miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n[00:44.05] 'Cause I came for the most hateful\n[00:45.66] Cave troll in White House\n[00:46.77] Who went AWOL\n[00:47.46] On his wife, what an a-hole\n[00:48.56] Woman say no\n[00:49.33] But he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n[00:51.39] 'Cause the man knows that he can't lose\n[00:52.83] With a few scandals\n[00:53.66] When Vladimir Putin is handing him\n[00:55.14] Wikileaks used to advantage\n[00:56.38] Disparaging Hillary\n[00:57.23] Putting that nail through her casket in\n[00:59.23] And it's so frickin' apparent\n[01:00.45] This country is reaching a point of combustion\n[01:02.21] Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\n[01:04.58] Conservative values have died\n[01:06.48] They're inanimate\n[01:07.23] And liberals are 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better never repenting\n[01:32.75] For my pen again\n[01:33.78] When the venom is venerable\n[01:34.56] I'm too fucking incredible\n[01:35.59] Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible\n[01:36.78] Nor legible\n[01:37.43] My decibels and trebles are impeccable\n[01:38.87] When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back\n[01:39.70] To the momentum\n[01:40.27] I first had when I was entering my zone\n[01:41.78] Whoa\n[01:42.42] Look at the show!\n[01:43.07] Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n[01:44.61] You probably thought\n[01:45.26] I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n[01:46.75] But I'm ripping 'em to bits\n[01:47.76] With the wickedest spit and bitch\n[01:48.38] I'm limitless, yo!\n[01:49.37] Walking round with thoughts of redemption\n[01:51.84] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n[01:55.88] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[01:59.38] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:02.98] Picture perfect fantasy is it?\n[02:06.94] Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\n[02:10.13] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:13.88] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:17.47] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:21.12] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:25.58] Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the second amendment, end it\n[02:27.82] My nigga I'ma tell you in advance\n[02:29.16] You want America to ban every weapon invented\n[02:31.10] Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n[02:32.98] 'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n[02:34.54] Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot!)\n[02:36.26] Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n[02:37.16] Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n[02:38.71] Even if you're ill with your hands\n[02:40.40] You still getting killed, it don't matter\n[02:41.53] When the shooter go bananas in Nevada\n[02:42.63] Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n[02:45.18] He sprayin' the crowd shatter\n[02:46.12] And the data\n[02:46.83] Don't add 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Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\n[03:47.56] Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\n[03:49.49] You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers\n[03:52.04] My gun smoke blunt rappers\n[03:53.43] Quicker than your blaze a swisha!\n[03:54.52] Walking round with thoughts of redemption\n[03:57.38] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n[04:00.87] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:04.44] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:08.76] Picture perfect fantasy is it?\n[04:12.25] Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!\n[04:15.75] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:19.50] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:23.26] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:26.71] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:30.78] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:34.24] Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:38.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hell 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The world ain't ready for the return of the mic\n  Murdering menace\n\n  I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\n  Invented, the word of demented\n  So call 'em a medic\n  With anesthetic\n  Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n  Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\n  But the devil said I'd be better never repenting\n  For my pen again\n  When the venom is venerable\n  I'm too fucking incredible\n  Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible\n  Nor legible\n  My decibels and trebles are impeccable\n  When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back\n  To the momentum\n\n  I first had when I was entering my zone\n  Whoa\n  Look at the show!\n  Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n  You probably thought\n  I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n  But I'm ripping 'em to bits\n  With the wickedest spit and bitch\n  I'm limitless, yo!\n\n  Walking round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh, whoa, oh 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stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n\n'Cause the man knows that he can't lose\nWith a few scandals\nWhen Vladimir Putin is handing him\nWikileaks used to advantage\nDisparaging Hillary\nPutting that nail through her casket in\n\nAnd it's so frickin' apparent\nThis country is reaching a point of combustion\nWhere faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\nConservative values have died\nThey're inanimate\nAnd liberals are panicking\nTurning to pussies\nThey're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\nCanada?\n\nYou motherfuckers ain't really man enough\nI don't give a fuck\nI'm never running from nothing\nEven if Donald's got the nukes\nAnd he's coming for everybody in the opposition\nI'ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy\nI'm whooping the man\n'Cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\nAnd I reckon my records\nAre breaking every single record\nKnown to man in a second\nThe world ain't ready for the return of the mic\nMurdering menace\n\nI hurt 'em, and burn 'em\nInvented, the 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frame when the time came\nDylann Roof, let his nine aim\nWalked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\nSqueezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\nNine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\nHow do I explain hatred to an underage kid\nWho parents got their lives claimed\n\nBy a killer\nThat the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King\nAfter the murder scene\nThey don't give a fuck if we all die!\nDoin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\nSlaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n\nFall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\nBut you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument\nMy eyes on top of it\nI'm all eyes seein', like Horus\nAll I ever needed was a chorus\nThe shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\nThese killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\nCrook is a thesaurus, godlike being\n\nThis industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism, take a 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Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n[00:29.82] 'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n[00:33.26] I'll wait, crooked!\n[00:34.90] We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n[00:36.77] When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\n[00:40.44] Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n[00:44.56] 'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\n[00:47.16] Who went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\n[00:48.91] Woman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n[00:51.59] 'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\n[00:53.83] When Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage\n[00:56.52] Disparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in\n[00:59.47] And it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion\n[01:02.52] Where faith in humanity's practically 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You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\n[01:13.79] I don't give a fuck, I'm never running from nothing\n[01:15.39] Even if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody in the opposition\n[01:18.06] I'ma be there opening up a can of the Whoopy\n[01:19.36] I'm whooping the man 'cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\n[01:20.73] And I reckon my records are breaking every single record known to man in a second\n[01:23.74] The world ain't ready for the return of the mic\n[01:25.14] Murdering menace, I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\n[01:26.42] Invented the word of demented, so call 'em a medic with anesthetic\n[01:28.77] Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n[01:30.08] Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\n[01:31.40] But the Devil said I'd be better never repenting for my pen again\n[01:33.64] When the venom is venerable, I'm too fucking incredible\n[01:35.60] Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible nor legible\n[01:37.37] My decibels and trebles are impeccable\n[01:38.86] When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back to the momentum\n[01:40.37] I first had when I was entering my zone\n[01:41.97] Whoa, look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n[01:45.23] You probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n[01:46.90] But I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\n[01:48.03] And bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n[01:49.70] Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n[01:52.02] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n[01:55.73] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[01:59.64] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:04.64] Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n[02:06.91] Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n[02:10.76] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:14.18] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:17.96] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[02:21.69] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n[02:25.77] Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\n[02:27.65] End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\n[02:29.49] You want America to ban every weapon invented\n[02:31.54] Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n[02:32.93] 'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n[02:35.02] Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\n[02:36.69] Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n[02:37.87] Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n[02:39.34] Even if you're ill with your hands\n[02:40.56] You still getting killed, it don't matter\n[02:41.66] When the shooter go bananas in Nevada\n[02:43.14] Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n[02:45.20] He sprayin' the crowd shatter and the data don't add up, more than 58 dead\n[02:48.26] Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\n[02:50.01] But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground with his brain matter splattered\n[02:52.77] Head shattered on a platter from the automatic rata-ta-tata\n[02:54.93] That'll make you change everything in your mind frame\n[02:56.88] When the time came, Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\n[02:58.61] Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\n[03:00.64] Squeezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\n[03:02.72] Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\n[03:05.51] How do I explain hatred to an underage kid?\n[03:08.26] Who parents got their lives claimed\n[03:09.56] By a killer, that the coppers bought a whopper for\n[03:11.15] At the Burger King after the murder scene\n[03:12.41] They don't give a fuck if we all die\n[03:14.07] Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\n[03:15.72] Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n[03:17.79] Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\n[03:20.53] But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid\n[03:22.12] Monument, my eyes on top of it, I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n[03:25.27] All I ever needed was a chorus\n[03:26.79] The shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\n[03:28.40] These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\n[03:30.31] Crook is a thesaurus, god-like being\n[03:32.22] This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism\n[03:34.32] Take a listen, lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\n[03:36.20] Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism\n[03:37.99] They was into atheism, paganism, Satanism\n[03:39.96] Wait a minute, pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin'\n[03:41.86] They be trippin', they be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms\n[03:43.44] 80 spitters, ate 'em like a plate of chicken\n[03:44.71] Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism\n[03:46.27] Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\n[03:47.81] Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\n[03:49.62] You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper\n[03:51.34] I hunt rappers, my gun smoke blunt rappers\n[03:53.54] Quicker than your blaze a swisha\n[03:55.21] Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n[03:57.25] Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n[04:01.18] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:04.83] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:10.06] Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n[04:12.45] Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n[04:15.99] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:19.82] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:23.57] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:27.27] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:30.95] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:34.66] Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n[04:38.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hell To Pay (Feat. 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I swore to the G-O-D., I was finna get mine\n  'Cause, Mama, you done made it out Chicago's Westside\n  Ho-ho, Mama, let's ride, we roll, Bonnie and Clyde, I ain't goin' out quiet\n  Got time on my left wrist, God to my right, but I'm outta my right mind\n  So be quiet and don't ask what I'm rapping for, this shit is personal\n  My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'fore she gets to the nursing home\n  'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down\n  I'll wait, crooked!\n  We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now\n\n  When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'til the propane flame goes out\n  Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla, miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down\n  'Cause I came for the most hateful cave troll in White House\n  Who went AWOL on his wife, what an a-hole\n  Woman say no, but he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful\n  'Cause the man knows that he can't lose with a few scandals\n  When Vladimir Putin is handing him, WikiLeaks used to advantage\n  Disparaging Hillary, putting that nail through her casket in\n\n  And it's so frickin' apparent this country is reaching a point of combustion\n  Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin'\n  Conservative values have died, they're inanimate\n  And liberals are panicking\n  Turning to pussies, they're packing their bags up and moving to Canada\n  Canada? You motherfuckers ain't really man enough\n  I don't give a fuck, I'm never running from nothing\n  Even if Donald's got the nukes and he's coming for everybody in the opposition\n  I'ma be there opening up a can of the Whoopy\n\n  I'm whooping the man 'cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend\n  And I reckon my records are breaking every single record known to man in a second\n  The world ain't ready for the return of the mic\n  Murdering menace, I hurt 'em, and burn 'em\n  Invented the word of demented, so call 'em a medic with anesthetic\n  Before they turn into someone you never heard of\n  Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven\n  But the Devil said I'd be better never repenting for my pen again\n\n  When the venom is venerable, I'm too fucking incredible\n  Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible nor legible\n  My decibels and trebles are impeccable\n  When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back to the momentum\n  I first had when I was entering my zone\n  Whoa, look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O\n  You probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable\n  But I'm ripping 'em to bits with the wickedest spit\n  And bitch, I'm limitless, yo!\n\n  Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\n  Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n  Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay (uh, let's go)\n\n  Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the Second Amendment\n  End it, my nigga, I'ma tell you in advance\n  You want America to ban every weapon invented\n  Just put a gun in a real nigga hands\n  'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans\n  Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot)\n  Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya\n  Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya\n  Even if you're ill with your hands\n\n  You still getting killed, it don't matter\n  When the shooter go bananas in Nevada\n  Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain\n  He sprayin' the crowd shatter and the data don't add up, more than 58 dead\n  Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead\n  But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground with his brain matter splattered\n  Head shattered on a platter from the automatic rata-ta-tata\n\n  That'll make you change everything in your mind frame\n  When the time came, Dylann Roof, let his nine aim\n  Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range\n  Squeezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways\n  Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame\n  How do I explain hatred to an underage kid?\n  Who parents got their lives claimed\n\n  By a killer, that the coppers bought a whopper for\n  At the Burger King after the murder scene\n  They don't give a fuck if we all die\n  Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by\n  Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied\n  Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero\n  But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid\n  Monument, my eyes on top of it, I'm all eyes seein', like Horus\n\n  All I ever needed was a chorus\n  The shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook\n  These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book\n  Crook is a thesaurus, god-like being\n  This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism\n  Take a listen, lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible\n  Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism\n  They was into atheism, paganism, Satanism\n\n  Wait a minute, pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin'\n  They be trippin', they be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms\n  80 spitters, ate 'em like a plate of chicken\n  Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism\n  Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism\n  Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures\n  You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper\n  I hunt rappers, my gun smoke blunt rappers\n  Quicker than your blaze a swisha\n\n  Walking 'round with thoughts of redemption\n  Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Picture-perfect fantasy, is it?\n  Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n  Oh-oh, oh-oh, there'll be hell to pay\n"}]