[{"id":6336589,"name":"Freedoom","trackName":"Freedoom","artistName":"Godemis / Ubiquitous / Jl B.Hood","albumName":"The Deevil","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"They told me to put my back into it\nWell, give me the pen cause I'm back into it\nRap's ruined, guess I'm here to finish the carnage\nAnd whatever's not ash just discard it as garbage\nSpitting hard shit, petrified turds\nI hate you bumpin' Soulja Boy, it gets on my nerves\nSo much to the point I try to ignite him in flame\nWhen I was, inkin' his verse I didn't write out his name\nYou know them anorexic\nPan the camera, gat 'em an' exit\nPoopin' in the future I gotta be on that next shit\nBet this\nSon of a monkey's uncle is breathless\nWanna be a rapper well get him a fuckin' necklace\nThrowing Last Dragon I'm 'bout to hit 'em with neck kicks\nTexas Chain Saw, bitches off of the checklist\nNext is\nSomething for nothing, dinner for breakfast\nA Rosary, a Bible, two idiots and a death kiss\nGo!\n\nI know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\nI ain't even waitin' to see\nI know you talk bullshit in a whisper\nThe funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\nI always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\nYeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\nThey'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\nAnd nobody can stop em'\nCause it's all about freedoom\n\nUh, yo we'll be down, if you wanna die\nHunt a guy down, lay him down, no lullaby\nHello I, come in a yellow tie\nFor the head of my adversary like a mellow guy\nRecently out of melancholy\nMad at somebody matchin' my hand\nScratch it against the pack\nSorry I'm trashin' the party, don't give a fuck\nHardly ever I'm hard as ever my heart is darker\nMy flow is heavy, ya havin' help from no Peter Parker\nOr Clark Kent we aren't in a fuckin' film\nRetarded, my arsenal's somthin' grim\nNot fuckin' Slim you ain't seen it, I'm tuckin' them\nAnd in a minute I'm finna finish it\nYank on the prevalent\nTo withdraw or get mauled\nTo piss off and get lost\nTo resolve at the neck, body get tossed\nIn a pit where the fish are\nBizzare fo' sho'\nReservoir dogs ho\n\nI know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\nI ain't even waitin' to see\nI know you talk bullshit in a whisper\nThe funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\nI always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\nYeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\nThey'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\nAnd nobody can stop em'\nCause it's all about freedoom\n\nI'll see you soon homie, they phony I feel it deep\nThey politrickin' and nothin' they say is real it seems\nConspiricy theory y'all ain't hear me it's clear to me\nThis phony feelin' I feel it it's slowly building, I bust!\nA killer must do what he must do and he murk with ease\nSo if I leave a murder scene I murder mercifully\nGivin' UBI the third degree takin' oaths\nI have taken oath and quiet is what I prefer to be\nI am not a bird of prey\nWhy the fuck would you act like you'd ever heard of me\nOr interrupt a word I say\nYou humiliate yourself\nI can feel you face\nGettin' hot from over here\nYour makin' real mistakes\nI see your plans crumble\nBe a man, grow up\nLeavin' Neverland could make a Peter Pan humble\nYou play a lot boy\nMaybe you a lost boy\nLittle baby bok choy\nKiller? Maybe not boy\nGo!\n\nI know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\nI ain't even waitin' to see\nI know you talk bullshit in a whisper\nThe funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\nI always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\nYeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\nThey'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\nAnd nobody can stop em'\nCause it's all about freedoom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freedoom\n  artist: Godemis / Ubiquitous / Jl B.Hood\n  album: The Deevil\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  They told me to put my back into it\n  Well, give me the pen cause I'm back into it\n  Rap's ruined, guess I'm here to finish the carnage\n  And whatever's not ash just discard it as garbage\n  Spitting hard shit, petrified turds\n  I hate you bumpin' Soulja Boy, it gets on my nerves\n  So much to the point I try to ignite him in flame\n  When I was, inkin' his verse I didn't write out his name\n  You know them anorexic\n  Pan the camera, gat 'em an' exit\n  Poopin' in the future I gotta be on that next shit\n  Bet this\n  Son of a monkey's uncle is breathless\n  Wanna be a rapper well get him a fuckin' necklace\n  Throwing Last Dragon I'm 'bout to hit 'em with neck kicks\n  Texas Chain Saw, bitches off of the checklist\n  Next is\n  Something for nothing, dinner for breakfast\n  A Rosary, a Bible, two idiots and a death kiss\n  Go!\n\n  I know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\n  I ain't even waitin' to see\n  I know you talk bullshit in a whisper\n  The funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\n  I always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\n  Yeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\n  They'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\n  And nobody can stop em'\n  Cause it's all about freedoom\n\n  Uh, yo we'll be down, if you wanna die\n  Hunt a guy down, lay him down, no lullaby\n  Hello I, come in a yellow tie\n  For the head of my adversary like a mellow guy\n  Recently out of melancholy\n  Mad at somebody matchin' my hand\n  Scratch it against the pack\n  Sorry I'm trashin' the party, don't give a fuck\n  Hardly ever I'm hard as ever my heart is darker\n  My flow is heavy, ya havin' help from no Peter Parker\n  Or Clark Kent we aren't in a fuckin' film\n  Retarded, my arsenal's somthin' grim\n  Not fuckin' Slim you ain't seen it, I'm tuckin' them\n  And in a minute I'm finna finish it\n  Yank on the prevalent\n  To withdraw or get mauled\n  To piss off and get lost\n  To resolve at the neck, body get tossed\n  In a pit where the fish are\n  Bizzare fo' sho'\n  Reservoir dogs ho\n\n  I know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\n  I ain't even waitin' to see\n  I know you talk bullshit in a whisper\n  The funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\n  I always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\n  Yeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\n  They'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\n  And nobody can stop em'\n  Cause it's all about freedoom\n\n  I'll see you soon homie, they phony I feel it deep\n  They politrickin' and nothin' they say is real it seems\n  Conspiricy theory y'all ain't hear me it's clear to me\n  This phony feelin' I feel it it's slowly building, I bust!\n  A killer must do what he must do and he murk with ease\n  So if I leave a murder scene I murder mercifully\n  Givin' UBI the third degree takin' oaths\n  I have taken oath and quiet is what I prefer to be\n  I am not a bird of prey\n  Why the fuck would you act like you'd ever heard of me\n  Or interrupt a word I say\n  You humiliate yourself\n  I can feel you face\n  Gettin' hot from over here\n  Your makin' real mistakes\n  I see your plans crumble\n  Be a man, grow up\n  Leavin' Neverland could make a Peter Pan humble\n  You play a lot boy\n  Maybe you a lost boy\n  Little baby bok choy\n  Killer? Maybe not boy\n  Go!\n\n  I know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\n  I ain't even waitin' to see\n  I know you talk bullshit in a whisper\n  The funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\n  I always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\n  Yeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\n  They'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\n  And nobody can stop em'\n  Cause it's all about freedoom\n"},{"id":6294052,"name":"Freedoom","trackName":"Freedoom","artistName":"Godemis feat. Ubiquitous & Jl B.Hood","albumName":"The Deevil","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"They told me to put my back into it\nWell, give me the pen cause I'm back into it\nRap's ruined, guess I'm here to finish the carnage\nAnd whatever's not ash just discard it as garbage\nSpitting hard shit, petrified turds\nI hate you bumpin' Soulja Boy, it gets on my nerves\nSo much to the point I try to ignite him in flame\nWhen I was, inkin' his verse I didn't write out his name\nYou know them anorexic\nPan the camera, gat 'em an' exit\nPoopin' in the future I gotta be on that next shit\nBet this\nSon of a monkey's uncle is breathless\nWanna be a rapper well get him a fuckin' necklace\nThrowing Last Dragon I'm 'bout to hit 'em with neck kicks\nTexas Chain Saw, bitches off of the checklist\nNext is\nSomething for nothing, dinner for breakfast\nA Rosary, a Bible, two idiots and a death kiss\nGo!\n\nI know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\nI ain't even waitin' to see\nI know you talk bullshit in a whisper\nThe funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\nI always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\nYeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\nThey'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\nAnd nobody can stop em'\nCause it's all about freedoom\n\nUh, yo we'll be down, if you wanna die\nHunt a guy down, lay him down, no lullaby\nHello I, come in a yellow tie\nFor the head of my adversary like a mellow guy\nRecently out of melancholy\nMad at somebody matchin' my hand\nScratch it against the pack\nSorry I'm trashin' the party, don't give a fuck\nHardly ever I'm hard as ever my heart is darker\nMy flow is heavy, ya havin' help from no Peter Parker\nOr Clark Kent we aren't in a fuckin' film\nRetarded, my arsenal's somthin' grim\nNot fuckin' Slim you ain't seen it, I'm tuckin' them\nAnd in a minute I'm finna finish it\nYank on the prevalent\nTo withdraw or get mauled\nTo piss off and get lost\nTo resolve at the neck, body get tossed\nIn a pit where the fish are\nBizzare fo' sho'\nReservoir dogs ho\n\nI know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\nI ain't even waitin' to see\nI know you talk bullshit in a whisper\nThe funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\nI always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\nYeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\nThey'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\nAnd nobody can stop em'\nCause it's all about freedoom\n\nI'll see you soon homie, they phony I feel it deep\nThey politrickin' and nothin' they say is real it seems\nConspiricy theory y'all ain't hear me it's clear to me\nThis phony feelin' I feel it it's slowly building, I bust!\nA killer must do what he must do and he murk with ease\nSo if I leave a murder scene I murder mercifully\nGivin' UBI the third degree takin' oaths\nI have taken oath and quiet is what I prefer to be\nI am not a bird of prey\nWhy the fuck would you act like you'd ever heard of me\nOr interrupt a word I say\nYou humiliate yourself\nI can feel you face\nGettin' hot from over here\nYour makin' real mistakes\nI see your plans crumble\nBe a man, grow up\nLeavin' Neverland could make a Peter Pan humble\nYou play a lot boy\nMaybe you a lost boy\nLittle baby bok choy\nKiller? Maybe not boy\nGo!\n\nI know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\nI ain't even waitin' to see\nI know you talk bullshit in a whisper\nThe funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\nI always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\nYeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\nThey'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\nAnd nobody can stop em'\nCause it's all about freedoom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freedoom\n  artist: Godemis feat. Ubiquitous & Jl B.Hood\n  album: The Deevil\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  They told me to put my back into it\n  Well, give me the pen cause I'm back into it\n  Rap's ruined, guess I'm here to finish the carnage\n  And whatever's not ash just discard it as garbage\n  Spitting hard shit, petrified turds\n  I hate you bumpin' Soulja Boy, it gets on my nerves\n  So much to the point I try to ignite him in flame\n  When I was, inkin' his verse I didn't write out his name\n  You know them anorexic\n  Pan the camera, gat 'em an' exit\n  Poopin' in the future I gotta be on that next shit\n  Bet this\n  Son of a monkey's uncle is breathless\n  Wanna be a rapper well get him a fuckin' necklace\n  Throwing Last Dragon I'm 'bout to hit 'em with neck kicks\n  Texas Chain Saw, bitches off of the checklist\n  Next is\n  Something for nothing, dinner for breakfast\n  A Rosary, a Bible, two idiots and a death kiss\n  Go!\n\n  I know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\n  I ain't even waitin' to see\n  I know you talk bullshit in a whisper\n  The funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\n  I always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\n  Yeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\n  They'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\n  And nobody can stop em'\n  Cause it's all about freedoom\n\n  Uh, yo we'll be down, if you wanna die\n  Hunt a guy down, lay him down, no lullaby\n  Hello I, come in a yellow tie\n  For the head of my adversary like a mellow guy\n  Recently out of melancholy\n  Mad at somebody matchin' my hand\n  Scratch it against the pack\n  Sorry I'm trashin' the party, don't give a fuck\n  Hardly ever I'm hard as ever my heart is darker\n  My flow is heavy, ya havin' help from no Peter Parker\n  Or Clark Kent we aren't in a fuckin' film\n  Retarded, my arsenal's somthin' grim\n  Not fuckin' Slim you ain't seen it, I'm tuckin' them\n  And in a minute I'm finna finish it\n  Yank on the prevalent\n  To withdraw or get mauled\n  To piss off and get lost\n  To resolve at the neck, body get tossed\n  In a pit where the fish are\n  Bizzare fo' sho'\n  Reservoir dogs ho\n\n  I know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\n  I ain't even waitin' to see\n  I know you talk bullshit in a whisper\n  The funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\n  I always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\n  Yeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\n  They'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\n  And nobody can stop em'\n  Cause it's all about freedoom\n\n  I'll see you soon homie, they phony I feel it deep\n  They politrickin' and nothin' they say is real it seems\n  Conspiricy theory y'all ain't hear me it's clear to me\n  This phony feelin' I feel it it's slowly building, I bust!\n  A killer must do what he must do and he murk with ease\n  So if I leave a murder scene I murder mercifully\n  Givin' UBI the third degree takin' oaths\n  I have taken oath and quiet is what I prefer to be\n  I am not a bird of prey\n  Why the fuck would you act like you'd ever heard of me\n  Or interrupt a word I say\n  You humiliate yourself\n  I can feel you face\n  Gettin' hot from over here\n  Your makin' real mistakes\n  I see your plans crumble\n  Be a man, grow up\n  Leavin' Neverland could make a Peter Pan humble\n  You play a lot boy\n  Maybe you a lost boy\n  Little baby bok choy\n  Killer? Maybe not boy\n  Go!\n\n  I know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\n  I ain't even waitin' to see\n  I know you talk bullshit in a whisper\n  The funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\n  I always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\n  Yeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\n  They'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\n  And nobody can stop em'\n  Cause it's all about freedoom\n"},{"id":6294053,"name":"Freedoom (feat. Ubiquitous & Jl B.Hood)","trackName":"Freedoom (feat. Ubiquitous & Jl B.Hood)","artistName":"Godemis","albumName":"The Deevil","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"They told me to put my back into it\nWell, give me the pen cause I'm back into it\nRap's ruined, guess I'm here to finish the carnage\nAnd whatever's not ash just discard it as garbage\nSpitting hard shit, petrified turds\nI hate you bumpin' Soulja Boy, it gets on my nerves\nSo much to the point I try to ignite him in flame\nWhen I was, inkin' his verse I didn't write out his name\nYou know them anorexic\nPan the camera, gat 'em an' exit\nPoopin' in the future I gotta be on that next shit\nBet this\nSon of a monkey's uncle is breathless\nWanna be a rapper well get him a fuckin' necklace\nThrowing Last Dragon I'm 'bout to hit 'em with neck kicks\nTexas Chain Saw, bitches off of the checklist\nNext is\nSomething for nothing, dinner for breakfast\nA Rosary, a Bible, two idiots and a death kiss\nGo!\n\nI know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\nI ain't even waitin' to see\nI know you talk bullshit in a whisper\nThe funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\nI always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\nYeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\nThey'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\nAnd nobody can stop em'\nCause it's all about freedoom\n\nUh, yo we'll be down, if you wanna die\nHunt a guy down, lay him down, no lullaby\nHello I, come in a yellow tie\nFor the head of my adversary like a mellow guy\nRecently out of melancholy\nMad at somebody matchin' my hand\nScratch it against the pack\nSorry I'm trashin' the party, don't give a fuck\nHardly ever I'm hard as ever my heart is darker\nMy flow is heavy, ya havin' help from no Peter Parker\nOr Clark Kent we aren't in a fuckin' film\nRetarded, my arsenal's somthin' grim\nNot fuckin' Slim you ain't seen it, I'm tuckin' them\nAnd in a minute I'm finna finish it\nYank on the prevalent\nTo withdraw or get mauled\nTo piss off and get lost\nTo resolve at the neck, body get tossed\nIn a pit where the fish are\nBizzare fo' sho'\nReservoir dogs ho\n\nI know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\nI ain't even waitin' to see\nI know you talk bullshit in a whisper\nThe funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\nI always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\nYeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\nThey'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\nAnd nobody can stop em'\nCause it's all about freedoom\n\nI'll see you soon homie, they phony I feel it deep\nThey politrickin' and nothin' they say is real it seems\nConspiricy theory y'all ain't hear me it's clear to me\nThis phony feelin' I feel it it's slowly building, I bust!\nA killer must do what he must do and he murk with ease\nSo if I leave a murder scene I murder mercifully\nGivin' UBI the third degree takin' oaths\nI have taken oath and quiet is what I prefer to be\nI am not a bird of prey\nWhy the fuck would you act like you'd ever heard of me\nOr interrupt a word I say\nYou humiliate yourself\nI can feel you face\nGettin' hot from over here\nYour makin' real mistakes\nI see your plans crumble\nBe a man, grow up\nLeavin' Neverland could make a Peter Pan humble\nYou play a lot boy\nMaybe you a lost boy\nLittle baby bok choy\nKiller? Maybe not boy\nGo!\n\nI know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\nI ain't even waitin' to see\nI know you talk bullshit in a whisper\nThe funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\nI always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\nYeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\nThey'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\nAnd nobody can stop em'\nCause it's all about freedoom","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freedoom (feat. Ubiquitous & Jl B.Hood)\n  artist: Godemis\n  album: The Deevil\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  They told me to put my back into it\n  Well, give me the pen cause I'm back into it\n  Rap's ruined, guess I'm here to finish the carnage\n  And whatever's not ash just discard it as garbage\n  Spitting hard shit, petrified turds\n  I hate you bumpin' Soulja Boy, it gets on my nerves\n  So much to the point I try to ignite him in flame\n  When I was, inkin' his verse I didn't write out his name\n  You know them anorexic\n  Pan the camera, gat 'em an' exit\n  Poopin' in the future I gotta be on that next shit\n  Bet this\n  Son of a monkey's uncle is breathless\n  Wanna be a rapper well get him a fuckin' necklace\n  Throwing Last Dragon I'm 'bout to hit 'em with neck kicks\n  Texas Chain Saw, bitches off of the checklist\n  Next is\n  Something for nothing, dinner for breakfast\n  A Rosary, a Bible, two idiots and a death kiss\n  Go!\n\n  I know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\n  I ain't even waitin' to see\n  I know you talk bullshit in a whisper\n  The funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\n  I always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\n  Yeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\n  They'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\n  And nobody can stop em'\n  Cause it's all about freedoom\n\n  Uh, yo we'll be down, if you wanna die\n  Hunt a guy down, lay him down, no lullaby\n  Hello I, come in a yellow tie\n  For the head of my adversary like a mellow guy\n  Recently out of melancholy\n  Mad at somebody matchin' my hand\n  Scratch it against the pack\n  Sorry I'm trashin' the party, don't give a fuck\n  Hardly ever I'm hard as ever my heart is darker\n  My flow is heavy, ya havin' help from no Peter Parker\n  Or Clark Kent we aren't in a fuckin' film\n  Retarded, my arsenal's somthin' grim\n  Not fuckin' Slim you ain't seen it, I'm tuckin' them\n  And in a minute I'm finna finish it\n  Yank on the prevalent\n  To withdraw or get mauled\n  To piss off and get lost\n  To resolve at the neck, body get tossed\n  In a pit where the fish are\n  Bizzare fo' sho'\n  Reservoir dogs ho\n\n  I know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\n  I ain't even waitin' to see\n  I know you talk bullshit in a whisper\n  The funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\n  I always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\n  Yeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\n  They'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\n  And nobody can stop em'\n  Cause it's all about freedoom\n\n  I'll see you soon homie, they phony I feel it deep\n  They politrickin' and nothin' they say is real it seems\n  Conspiricy theory y'all ain't hear me it's clear to me\n  This phony feelin' I feel it it's slowly building, I bust!\n  A killer must do what he must do and he murk with ease\n  So if I leave a murder scene I murder mercifully\n  Givin' UBI the third degree takin' oaths\n  I have taken oath and quiet is what I prefer to be\n  I am not a bird of prey\n  Why the fuck would you act like you'd ever heard of me\n  Or interrupt a word I say\n  You humiliate yourself\n  I can feel you face\n  Gettin' hot from over here\n  Your makin' real mistakes\n  I see your plans crumble\n  Be a man, grow up\n  Leavin' Neverland could make a Peter Pan humble\n  You play a lot boy\n  Maybe you a lost boy\n  Little baby bok choy\n  Killer? Maybe not boy\n  Go!\n\n  I know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\n  I ain't even waitin' to see\n  I know you talk bullshit in a whisper\n  The funny thing about is you don't come and say it to me\n  I always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\n  Yeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to hit fo\n  They'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\n  And nobody can stop em'\n  Cause it's all about freedoom\n"},{"id":20139545,"name":"Freedoom (feat. Ubiquitous & Jl B.Hood)","trackName":"Freedoom (feat. 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Maybe not boy\nGo!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Freedoom (feat. Ubiquitous & Jl B.Hood)\n  artist: Godemis, Ubiquitous, JL\n  album: The Deevil\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  They told me to put my back into it\n  Well, give me the pen cause I'm back into it\n  Rap's ruined, guess I'm here to finish the carnage\n  And whatever's not ash just discard it as garbage\n  Spitting hard shit, petrified turds\n  I hate you bumpin' soulja boy, it gets on my nerves\n  So much to the point I try to ignite him in flame\n  When I was, inkin' his verse I didn't write out his name\n  You know them anorexic\n  Pan the camera, gat 'em an' exit\n  Poopin' in the future I gotta be on that next shit\n  Bet this\n  Son of a monkey's uncle is breathless\n  Wannabe good rapper well get him a fuckin' necklace\n  Throwing Last Dragon I'm 'bout to hit 'em with neck kicks\n  Texas Chainsaw, bitches off of the checklist\n  Next is\n  Something for nothing, dinner for breakfast\n  A Rosary, a Bible, two idiots and a death kiss\n  Go!\n\n  I know you're comin' to kill me, I feel ya\n  I ain't even waitin' to see\n  I know you talk bullshit in a whisper\n  The funny thing about is you don't come an' say it to me\n  I always say never flip a coin, kill an angel, and dip bro\n  Yeah I'm comin' to get it and I know where to get more\n  They'll be rushin' the castle, comin' killin' the king soon\n  And nobody can stop em'\n  Cause it's all about freedoom\n\n  Uh, yo we'll be down, if you wanna die\n  Hunt a guy down, lay him down, no lullaby\n  Hello I, come in a yellow tie\n  For the head of my adversary like a mellow guy\n  Recently [?] melancholy\n  Mad at somebody matchin' my hand\n  Scratch it against the pack\n  Sorry I'm trashin' the party, (don't) give a fuck\n  Hardly ever I'm hard as ever my heart is darker\n  My flow is heavy, ya havin' help from no Peter Parker\n  Or Clark Kent we aren't in a fuckin' film\n  Retarded, my arsenal's somthin' grim\n  Not fuckin' Slim you ain't seen it, I'm chuckin' them\n  And in a minute I'm finna finish it\n  Yank on the prevalent\n  To withdraw or get mauled\n  To piss off and get lost\n  To resolve at the neck, body get tossed\n  In a pit where the fish are\n  Bizzare fo' sho'\n\n  I'll see you soon homie, they phony I feel it deep\n  They pilot trickin' and nothin' they say is real it seems\n  Conspiricy theory y'all ain't hear me it's clear to me\n  This phony feelin' I feel it it's slowly building, I bust!\n  A killer must do what he must do and he murk with ease\n  So if I leave a murder secne I murder mercifully\n  Givin' UBI the third degree takin' oaths\n  I have taken oath and quiet is what I prefer to be\n  I am not a bird of prey\n  Why the fuck would you act like you'd ever heard of me\n  Or interrupt a word I say\n  You humiliate yourself\n  I can feel you face\n  Gettin' hot from over here\n  Your makin' real mistakes\n  I see your plans crumble\n  Be a man, grow up\n  Leavin' Neverland could make a Peter Pan humble\n  You play a lot boy\n  Maybe you a lost boy\n  Little baby bok choy\n  Killer? Maybe not boy\n  Go!\n"}]