[{"id":25740053,"name":"Killin My Soul","trackName":"Killin My Soul","artistName":"Jarren Benton","albumName":"Slow Motion","duration":286.093061,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I was conceived in Dracula's lair\nI'm cracking a hater upside his fucking head with the back of a chair\nHis feet leaps back in the air\nI rip the fur off the back of a bear\nThe blade's precise I could chop off a patch of his hair\nBitch I am a god, riding on the fucking handle bars\nBlack BMX, AR15 tear you and your man apart\nGoing like Tony Montana, they poppin' them hammers, I fall off the banister\nGargantuan, keep your favourite rappers body parts in a canister\nFuck anybody that doubted me, ever looked down on me\nWhere the fuck where you? Now you're so proud of me\nI've been on a grind, bitch I don't know how to sleep\nMy crew sick to a crucifix\nSmoking kush through a hookah stick\nBite the bullet when the ruger spit\nFuck rap, bitch I'm through with it\nNiggas know when I was born to ball\nLight a stick of dynamite \"tick, tick\" bang and die right in front of ya'll\nI'm done with living\nSatan I'll be there in a minute\nHow the fuck you boxing with god bitch when your arms are missing\nNo religion but my mom's a christian\nI had her tripping when she found my porn subscription\nI'm on some different shit\nAnd expensive whips with a different bitch\nI rip your fucking lungs out with a plumber's wrench\nI don't know a nigga living in his right mind that could probably stop me\nNigga shook like a young bitch in a room, fucking Bill Cosby\nMach five, nigga high speed, in his face watch his eyes bleed\nFull the plug from the life support and the IV's, nigga try me\nCame from the dirt, thank god all the pain it was worth\nThinking my name was cursed, I couldn't get on, I felt so ashamed and hurt\nI eat up everything until the fucking reaper gets me\nWe in this bitch but I still feel depressed and empty\n\nThe game's got me in a venomous zone\nIt's killing my hope, I don't even feel it no mo'\nSometimes I say fuck this shit but I ain't willing to go\nStealing my soul, there's reasons I can't leave it alone (fo so)\nMy legacy I gotta leave it in stone (you know)\nIf these other niggas did it we getting on (lets go)\nThese weak niggas straight up killing my soul\nThat's why I don't even feel it no mo'\nI ain't vibing to it\n\nFrom the moment my pen hit the page\nMy vision was getting on stage\nDreaming about it, they told me that this was a phase\nYou getting to big for your britches, remember your age\nHuh? What the fuck that mean?\nTell 'em doubt me they be reading 'bout me\nAll this passion you would have to beat it out me\nAnd they said I would never leave my county\nKill that noise, I couldn't let them breath around me\nAll I could ever see is drowning\nAll I could ever see is drowning\nAll I could ever see is drowning\nNow that ain't no problem but nothing but sharks\nI rob 'em, I never needed no help\nI should dealt with the fuck I felt\nFuck drowning, I became a shark myself\nMomma said keep your head up\nMy nigga said keep your head up\nYou hating niggas went head up\nI ain't get fed so I'm fed up\nGet some was a proud day for every chick I got head from\nI hope you follow, I'm drunk with power like it's creatine in this red cup\nLose it, now fuse it\nIt's useless like using a toothpick as a pool stick\nSomebody hating, give two shits\nJust make music till I got hot like when it's humid in Houston\nFuck, truth is I don't even know why I do this\nI done came so far but I still feel lost and about to lose it\n\nAs of lately my fire's been lower\nDizzy Wright said I might\nNeed to put a light to some weed to get my mind to tremble\nBut that ain't me so I'm digging real deep to write this shit\nYo I'm at five percent\nI hope my career does not die in limbo\nI wake up just praying my fuse is lit\nCause I don't get hyped like I used to get\nBack when I would hop in the booth and spit\nI'm too immune to this\nStuck in my thoughts, am I a lunatic? (fuck)\nFuck this music shit, what is Hopsin? I don't know who it is\nI do give bitches spontaneous hunger\nAnd when I do there's a cloud of raining and thunder\nThat you'd hate to get under\nAnd when that happens ain't no place to get comfort\nI'm late for the monster, you may be a goner\nI put listeners in the craziest slumber\nA note to peasants, my vocal presence\nIs so perfect that fans get so obsessive\nAnd cry to my shit but don't confess it\nWhen I'm in my zone you feel that power and passion\nMy godly words can speak louder than action\nAnd don't forget it nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.77] I was conceived in Dracula's lair\n[00:13.56] I'm cracking a hater upside his fucking head with the back of a chair\n[00:17.24] His feet leaps back in the air\n[00:19.16] I rip the fur off the back of a bear\n[00:20.91] The blade's precise I could chop off a patch of his hair\n[00:24.56] Bitch I am a god, riding on the fucking handle bars\n[00:27.28] Black BMX, AR15 tear you and your man apart\n[00:29.96] Going like Tony Montana, they poppin' them hammers, I fall off the banister\n[00:32.76] Gargantuan, keep your favourite rappers body parts in a canister\n[00:36.43] Fuck anybody that doubted me, ever looked down on me\n[00:38.25] Where the fuck where you? Now you're so proud of me\n[00:40.00] I've been on a grind, bitch I don't know how to sleep\n[00:42.78] My crew sick to a crucifix\n[00:43.64] Smoking kush through a hookah stick\n[00:44.69] Bite the bullet when the ruger spit\n[00:46.43] Fuck rap, bitch I'm through with it\n[00:48.28] Niggas know when I was born to ball\n[00:50.11] Light a stick of dynamite \"tick, tick\" bang and die right in front of ya'll\n[00:54.66] I'm done with living\n[00:55.55] Satan I'll be there in a minute\n[00:57.46] How the fuck you boxing with god bitch when your arms are missing\n[01:00.12] No religion but my mom's a christian\n[01:02.85] I had her tripping when she found my porn subscription\n[01:05.63] I'm on some different shit\n[01:06.52] And expensive whips with a different bitch\n[01:09.25] I rip your fucking lungs out with a plumber's wrench\n[01:12.81] I don't know a nigga living in his right mind that could probably stop me\n[01:14.60] Nigga shook like a young bitch in a room, fucking Bill Cosby\n[01:17.41] Mach five, nigga high speed, in his face watch his eyes bleed\n[01:21.12] Full the plug from the life support and the IV's, nigga try me\n[01:23.83] Came from the dirt, thank god all the pain it was worth\n[01:26.69] Thinking my name was cursed, I couldn't get on, I felt so ashamed and hurt\n[01:30.38] I eat up everything until the fucking reaper gets me\n[01:33.07] We in this bitch but I still feel depressed and empty\n[01:36.65] The game's got me in a venomous zone\n[01:38.40] It's killing my hope, I don't even feel it no mo'\n[01:42.03] Sometimes I say fuck this shit but I ain't willing to go\n[01:46.64] Stealing my soul, there's reasons I can't leave it alone (fo so)\n[01:48.46] My legacy I gotta leave it in stone (you know)\n[01:51.19] If these other niggas did it we getting on (lets go)\n[01:53.88] These weak niggas straight up killing my soul\n[01:56.60] That's why I don't even feel it no mo'\n[01:59.39] I ain't vibing to it\n[02:00.26] From the moment my pen hit the page\n[02:01.24] My vision was getting on stage\n[02:02.19] Dreaming about it, they told me that this was a phase\n[02:04.09] You getting to big for your britches, remember your age\n[02:06.83] Huh? What the fuck that mean?\n[02:07.70] Tell 'em doubt me they be reading 'bout me\n[02:09.56] All this passion you would have to beat it out me\n[02:10.50] And they said I would never leave my county\n[02:12.27] Kill that noise, I couldn't let them breath around me\n[02:14.19] All I could ever see is drowning\n[02:15.04] All I could ever see is drowning\n[02:16.80] All I could ever see is drowning\n[02:18.61] Now that ain't no problem but nothing but sharks\n[02:19.59] I rob 'em, I never needed no help\n[02:21.31] I should dealt with the fuck I felt\n[02:22.22] Fuck drowning, I became a shark myself\n[02:24.10] Momma said keep your head up\n[02:25.93] My nigga said keep your head up\n[02:26.85] You hating niggas went head up\n[02:28.70] I ain't get fed so I'm fed up\n[02:30.52] Get some was a proud day for every chick I got head from\n[02:33.22] I hope you follow, I'm drunk with power like it's creatine in this red cup\n[02:35.95] Lose it, now fuse it\n[02:37.72] It's useless like using a toothpick as a pool stick\n[02:38.67] Somebody hating, give two shits\n[02:40.50] Just make music till I got hot like when it's humid in Houston\n[02:42.39] Fuck, truth is I don't even know why I do this\n[02:45.15] I done came so far but I still feel lost and about to lose it\n[02:47.98] As of lately my fire's been lower\n[03:14.29] Dizzy Wright said I might\n[03:16.05] Need to put a light to some weed to get my mind to tremble\n[03:18.74] But that ain't me so I'm digging real deep to write this shit\n[03:21.44] Yo I'm at five percent\n[03:22.34] I hope my career does not die in limbo\n[03:24.14] I wake up just praying my fuse is lit\n[03:26.98] Cause I don't get hyped like I used to get\n[03:27.84] Back when I would hop in the booth and spit\n[03:30.61] I'm too immune to this\n[03:31.57] Stuck in my thoughts, am I a lunatic? (fuck)\n[03:33.32] Fuck this music shit, what is Hopsin? I don't know who it is\n[03:36.02] I do give bitches spontaneous hunger\n[03:37.84] And when I do there's a cloud of raining and thunder\n[03:40.66] That you'd hate to get under\n[03:42.47] And when that happens ain't no place to get comfort\n[03:44.29] I'm late for the monster, you may be a goner\n[03:46.08] I put listeners in the craziest slumber\n[03:48.72] A note to peasants, my vocal presence\n[03:50.52] Is so perfect that fans get so obsessive\n[03:52.38] And cry to my shit but don't confess it\n[03:55.08] When I'm in my zone you feel that power and passion\n[03:56.80] My godly words can speak louder than action\n[03:59.60] And don't forget it nigga\n[04:24.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killin My Soul\n  artist: Jarren Benton\n  album: Slow Motion\n  duration_ms: 286093\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I was conceived in Dracula's lair\n  start_ms: 2770\n  end_ms: 13560\n- text: I'm cracking a hater upside his fucking head with the back of a chair\n  start_ms: 13560\n  end_ms: 17240\n- text: His feet leaps back in the air\n  start_ms: 17240\n  end_ms: 19160\n- text: I rip the fur off the back of a bear\n  start_ms: 19160\n  end_ms: 20910\n- text: The blade's precise I could chop off a patch of his hair\n  start_ms: 20910\n  end_ms: 24560\n- text: Bitch I am a god, riding on the fucking handle bars\n  start_ms: 24560\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: Black BMX, AR15 tear you and your man apart\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 29960\n- text: Going like Tony Montana, they poppin' them hammers, I fall off the banister\n  start_ms: 29960\n  end_ms: 32760\n- text: Gargantuan, keep your favourite rappers body parts in a canister\n  start_ms: 32760\n  end_ms: 36430\n- text: Fuck anybody that doubted me, ever looked down on me\n  start_ms: 36430\n  end_ms: 38250\n- text: Where the fuck where you? 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Now you're so proud of me\nI've been on a grind, bitch I don't know how to sleep\nMy crew sick to a crucifix\nSmoking kush through a hookah stick\nBite the bullet when the ruger spit\nFuck rap, bitch I'm through with it\nNiggas know when I was born to ball\nLight a stick of dynamite \"tick, tick\" bang and die right in front of ya'll\nI'm done with living\nSatan I'll be there in a minute\nHow the fuck you boxing with god bitch when your arms are missing\nNo religion but my mom's a christian\nI had her tripping when she found my porn subscription\nI'm on some different shit\nAnd expensive whips with a different bitch\nI rip your fucking lungs out with a plumber's wrench\nI don't know a nigga living in his right mind that could probably stop me\nNigga shook like a young bitch in a room, fucking Bill Cosby\nMach five, nigga high speed, in his face watch his eyes bleed\nFull the plug from the life support and the IV's, nigga try me\nCame from the dirt, thank god all the pain it was worth\nThinking my name was cursed, I couldn't get on, I felt so ashamed and hurt\nI eat up everything until the fucking reaper gets me\nWe in this bitch but I still feel depressed and empty\n\nThe game's got me in a venomous zone\nIt's killing my hope, I don't even feel it no mo'\nSometimes I say fuck this shit but I ain't willing to go\nStealing my soul, there's reasons I can't leave it alone (fo so)\nMy legacy I gotta leave it in stone (you know)\nIf these other niggas did it we getting on (lets go)\nThese weak niggas straight up killing my soul\nThat's why I don't even feel it no mo'\nI ain't vibing to it\n\nFrom the moment my pen hit the page\nMy vision was getting on stage\nDreaming about it, they told me that this was a phase\nYou getting to big for your britches, remember your age\nHuh? What the fuck that mean?\nTell 'em doubt me they be reading 'bout me\nAll this passion you would have to beat it out me\nAnd they said I would never leave my county\nKill that noise, I couldn't let them breath around me\nAll I could ever see is drowning\nAll I could ever see is drowning\nAll I could ever see is drowning\nNow that ain't no problem but nothing but sharks\nI rob 'em, I never needed no help\nI should dealt with the fuck I felt\nFuck drowning, I became a shark myself\nMomma said keep your head up\nMy nigga said keep your head up\nYou hating niggas went head up\nI ain't get fed so I'm fed up\nGet some was a proud day for every chick I got head from\nI hope you follow, I'm drunk with power like it's creatine in this red cup\nLose it, now fuse it\nIt's useless like using a toothpick as a pool stick\nSomebody hating, give two shits\nJust make music till I got hot like when it's humid in Houston\nFuck, truth is I don't even know why I do this\nI done came so far but I still feel lost and about to lose it\n\nAs of lately my fire's been lower\nDizzy Wright said I might\nNeed to put a light to some weed to get my mind to tremble\nBut that ain't me so I'm digging real deep to write this shit\nYo I'm at five percent\nI hope my career does not die in limbo\nI wake up just praying my fuse is lit\nCause I don't get hyped like I used to get\nBack when I would hop in the booth and spit\nI'm too immune to this\nStuck in my thoughts, am I a lunatic? (fuck)\nFuck this music shit, what is Hopsin? I don't know who it is\nI do give bitches spontaneous hunger\nAnd when I do there's a cloud of raining and thunder\nThat you'd hate to get under\nAnd when that happens ain't no place to get comfort\nI'm late for the monster, you may be a goner\nI put listeners in the craziest slumber\nA note to peasants, my vocal presence\nIs so perfect that fans get so obsessive\nAnd cry to my shit but don't confess it\nWhen I'm in my zone you feel that power and passion\nMy godly words can speak louder than action\nAnd don't forget it nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.77] I was conceived in Dracula's lair\n[00:13.56] I'm cracking a hater upside his fucking head with the back of a chair\n[00:17.24] His feet leaps back in the air\n[00:19.16] I rip the fur off the back of a bear\n[00:20.91] The blade's precise I could chop off a patch of his hair\n[00:24.56] Bitch I am a god, riding on the fucking handle bars\n[00:27.28] Black BMX, AR15 tear you and your man apart\n[00:29.96] Going like Tony Montana, they poppin' them hammers, I fall off the banister\n[00:32.76] Gargantuan, keep your favourite rappers body parts in a canister\n[00:36.43] Fuck anybody that doubted me, ever looked down on me\n[00:38.25] Where the fuck where you? 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Now you're so proud of me\nI've been on a grind, bitch I don't know how to sleep\nMy crew sick to a crucifix\nSmoking kush through a hookah stick\nBite the bullet when the ruger spit\nFuck rap, bitch I'm through with it\nNiggas know when I was born to ball\nLight a stick of dynamite \"tick, tick\" bang and die right in front of ya'll\nI'm done with living\nSatan I'll be there in a minute\nHow the fuck you boxing with god bitch when your arms are missing\nNo religion but my mom's a christian\nI had her tripping when she found my porn subscription\nI'm on some different shit\nAnd expensive whips with a different bitch\nI rip your fucking lungs out with a plumber's wrench\nI don't know a nigga living in his right mind that could probably stop me\nNigga shook like a young bitch in a room, fucking Bill Cosby\nMach five, nigga high speed, in his face watch his eyes bleed\nFull the plug from the life support and the IV's, nigga try me\nCame from the dirt, thank god all the pain it was worth\nThinking my name was cursed, I couldn't get on, I felt so ashamed and hurt\nI eat up everything until the fucking reaper gets me\nWe in this bitch but I still feel depressed and empty\n\nThe game's got me in a venomous zone\nIt's killing my hope, I don't even feel it no mo'\nSometimes I say fuck this shit but I ain't willing to go\nStealing my soul, there's reasons I can't leave it alone (fo so)\nMy legacy I gotta leave it in stone (you know)\nIf these other niggas did it we getting on (lets go)\nThese weak niggas straight up killing my soul\nThat's why I don't even feel it no mo'\nI ain't vibing to it\n\nFrom the moment my pen hit the page\nMy vision was getting on stage\nDreaming about it, they told me that this was a phase\nYou getting to big for your britches, remember your age\nHuh? What the fuck that mean?\nTell 'em doubt me they be reading 'bout me\nAll this passion you would have to beat it out me\nAnd they said I would never leave my county\nKill that noise, I couldn't let them breath around me\nAll I could ever see is drowning\nAll I could ever see is drowning\nAll I could ever see is drowning\nNow that ain't no problem but nothing but sharks\nI rob 'em, I never needed no help\nI should dealt with the fuck I felt\nFuck drowning, I became a shark myself\nMomma said keep your head up\nMy nigga said keep your head up\nYou hating niggas went head up\nI ain't get fed so I'm fed up\nGet some was a proud day for every chick I got head from\nI hope you follow, I'm drunk with power like it's creatine in this red cup\nLose it, now fuse it\nIt's useless like using a toothpick as a pool stick\nSomebody hating, give two shits\nJust make music till I got hot like when it's humid in Houston\nFuck, truth is I don't even know why I do this\nI done came so far but I still feel lost and about to lose it\n\nAs of lately my fire's been lower\nDizzy Wright said I might\nNeed to put a light to some weed to get my mind to tremble\nBut that ain't me so I'm digging real deep to write this shit\nYo I'm at five percent\nI hope my career does not die in limbo\nI wake up just praying my fuse is lit\nCause I don't get hyped like I used to get\nBack when I would hop in the booth and spit\nI'm too immune to this\nStuck in my thoughts, am I a lunatic? 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I don't know who it is\nI do give bitches spontaneous hunger\nAnd when I do there's a cloud of raining and thunder\nThat you'd hate to get under\nAnd when that happens ain't no place to get comfort\nI'm late for the monster, you may be a goner\nI put listeners in the craziest slumber\nA note to peasants, my vocal presence\nIs so perfect that fans get so obsessive\nAnd cry to my shit but don't confess it\nWhen I'm in my zone you feel that power and passion\nMy godly words can speak louder than action\nAnd don't forget it nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.77] I was conceived in Dracula's lair\n[00:13.56] I'm cracking a hater upside his fucking head with the back of a chair\n[00:17.24] His feet leaps back in the air\n[00:19.16] I rip the fur off the back of a bear\n[00:20.91] The blade's precise I could chop off a patch of his hair\n[00:24.56] Bitch I am a god, riding on the fucking handle bars\n[00:27.28] Black BMX, AR15 tear you and your man apart\n[00:29.96] Going like Tony Montana, they poppin' them hammers, I fall off the banister\n[00:32.76] Gargantuan, keep your favourite rappers body parts in a canister\n[00:36.43] Fuck anybody that doubted me, ever looked down on me\n[00:38.25] Where the fuck where you? 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What the fuck that mean?\n  start_ms: 126830\n  end_ms: 127700\n- text: Tell 'em doubt me they be reading 'bout me\n  start_ms: 127700\n  end_ms: 129560\n- text: All this passion you would have to beat it out me\n  start_ms: 129560\n  end_ms: 130500\n- text: And they said I would never leave my county\n  start_ms: 130500\n  end_ms: 132270\n- text: Kill that noise, I couldn't let them breath around me\n  start_ms: 132270\n  end_ms: 134190\n- text: All I could ever see is drowning\n  start_ms: 134190\n  end_ms: 135040\n- text: All I could ever see is drowning\n  start_ms: 135040\n  end_ms: 136800\n- text: All I could ever see is drowning\n  start_ms: 136800\n  end_ms: 138610\n- text: Now that ain't no problem but nothing but sharks\n  start_ms: 138610\n  end_ms: 139590\n- text: I rob 'em, I never needed no help\n  start_ms: 139590\n  end_ms: 141310\n- text: I should dealt with the fuck I felt\n  start_ms: 141310\n  end_ms: 142220\n- text: Fuck drowning, I became a shark myself\n  start_ms: 142220\n  end_ms: 144100\n- text: Momma said keep your head up\n  start_ms: 144100\n  end_ms: 145930\n- text: My nigga said keep your head up\n  start_ms: 145930\n  end_ms: 146850\n- text: You hating niggas went head up\n  start_ms: 146850\n  end_ms: 148700\n- text: I ain't get fed so I'm fed up\n  start_ms: 148700\n  end_ms: 150520\n- text: Get some was a proud day for every chick I got head from\n  start_ms: 150520\n  end_ms: 153220\n- text: I hope you follow, I'm drunk with power like it's creatine in this red cup\n  start_ms: 153220\n  end_ms: 155950\n- text: Lose it, now fuse it\n  start_ms: 155950\n  end_ms: 157720\n- text: It's useless like using a toothpick as a pool stick\n  start_ms: 157720\n  end_ms: 158670\n- text: Somebody hating, give two shits\n  start_ms: 158670\n  end_ms: 160500\n- text: Just make music till I got hot like when it's humid in Houston\n  start_ms: 160500\n  end_ms: 162390\n- text: Fuck, truth is I don't even know why I do this\n  start_ms: 162390\n  end_ms: 165150\n- text: I done came so far but I still feel lost and about to lose it\n  start_ms: 165150\n  end_ms: 167980\n- text: As of lately my fire's been lower\n  start_ms: 167980\n  end_ms: 194290\n- text: Dizzy Wright said I might\n  start_ms: 194290\n  end_ms: 196050\n- text: Need to put a light to some weed to get my mind to tremble\n  start_ms: 196050\n  end_ms: 198740\n- text: But that ain't me so I'm digging real deep to write this shit\n  start_ms: 198740\n  end_ms: 201440\n- text: Yo I'm at five percent\n  start_ms: 201440\n  end_ms: 202340\n- text: I hope my career does not die in limbo\n  start_ms: 202340\n  end_ms: 204140\n- text: I wake up just praying my fuse is lit\n  start_ms: 204140\n  end_ms: 206980\n- text: Cause I don't get hyped like I used to get\n  start_ms: 206980\n  end_ms: 207840\n- text: Back when I would hop in the booth and spit\n  start_ms: 207840\n  end_ms: 210610\n- text: I'm too immune to this\n  start_ms: 210610\n  end_ms: 211570\n- text: Stuck in my thoughts, am I a lunatic? (fuck)\n  start_ms: 211570\n  end_ms: 213320\n- text: Fuck this music shit, what is Hopsin? I don't know who it is\n  start_ms: 213320\n  end_ms: 216020\n- text: I do give bitches spontaneous hunger\n  start_ms: 216020\n  end_ms: 217840\n- text: And when I do there's a cloud of raining and thunder\n  start_ms: 217840\n  end_ms: 220660\n- text: That you'd hate to get under\n  start_ms: 220660\n  end_ms: 222470\n- text: And when that happens ain't no place to get comfort\n  start_ms: 222470\n  end_ms: 224290\n- text: I'm late for the monster, you may be a goner\n  start_ms: 224290\n  end_ms: 226080\n- text: I put listeners in the craziest slumber\n  start_ms: 226080\n  end_ms: 228720\n- text: A note to peasants, my vocal presence\n  start_ms: 228720\n  end_ms: 230520\n- text: Is so perfect that fans get so obsessive\n  start_ms: 230520\n  end_ms: 232380\n- text: And cry to my shit but don't confess it\n  start_ms: 232380\n  end_ms: 235080\n- text: When I'm in my zone you feel that power and passion\n  start_ms: 235080\n  end_ms: 236800\n- text: My godly words can speak louder than action\n  start_ms: 236800\n  end_ms: 239600\n- text: And don't forget it nigga\n  start_ms: 239600\n  end_ms: 264860\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 264860\nplain: |-\n  I was conceived in Dracula's lair\n  I'm cracking a hater upside his fucking head with the back of a chair\n  His feet leaps back in the air\n  I rip the fur off the back of a bear\n  The blade's precise I could chop off a patch of his hair\n  Bitch I am a god, riding on the fucking handle bars\n  Black BMX, AR15 tear you and your man apart\n  Going like Tony Montana, they poppin' them hammers, I fall off the banister\n  Gargantuan, keep your favourite rappers body parts in a canister\n  Fuck anybody that doubted me, ever looked down on me\n  Where the fuck where you? Now you're so proud of me\n  I've been on a grind, bitch I don't know how to sleep\n  My crew sick to a crucifix\n  Smoking kush through a hookah stick\n  Bite the bullet when the ruger spit\n  Fuck rap, bitch I'm through with it\n  Niggas know when I was born to ball\n  Light a stick of dynamite \"tick, tick\" bang and die right in front of ya'll\n  I'm done with living\n  Satan I'll be there in a minute\n  How the fuck you boxing with god bitch when your arms are missing\n  No religion but my mom's a christian\n  I had her tripping when she found my porn subscription\n  I'm on some different shit\n  And expensive whips with a different bitch\n  I rip your fucking lungs out with a plumber's wrench\n  I don't know a nigga living in his right mind that could probably stop me\n  Nigga shook like a young bitch in a room, fucking Bill Cosby\n  Mach five, nigga high speed, in his face watch his eyes bleed\n  Full the plug from the life support and the IV's, nigga try me\n  Came from the dirt, thank god all the pain it was worth\n  Thinking my name was cursed, I couldn't get on, I felt so ashamed and hurt\n  I eat up everything until the fucking reaper gets me\n  We in this bitch but I still feel depressed and empty\n\n  The game's got me in a venomous zone\n  It's killing my hope, I don't even feel it no mo'\n  Sometimes I say fuck this shit but I ain't willing to go\n  Stealing my soul, there's reasons I can't leave it alone (fo so)\n  My legacy I gotta leave it in stone (you know)\n  If these other niggas did it we getting on (lets go)\n  These weak niggas straight up killing my soul\n  That's why I don't even feel it no mo'\n  I ain't vibing to it\n\n  From the moment my pen hit the page\n  My vision was getting on stage\n  Dreaming about it, they told me that this was a phase\n  You getting to big for your britches, remember your age\n  Huh? What the fuck that mean?\n  Tell 'em doubt me they be reading 'bout me\n  All this passion you would have to beat it out me\n  And they said I would never leave my county\n  Kill that noise, I couldn't let them breath around me\n  All I could ever see is drowning\n  All I could ever see is drowning\n  All I could ever see is drowning\n  Now that ain't no problem but nothing but sharks\n  I rob 'em, I never needed no help\n  I should dealt with the fuck I felt\n  Fuck drowning, I became a shark myself\n  Momma said keep your head up\n  My nigga said keep your head up\n  You hating niggas went head up\n  I ain't get fed so I'm fed up\n  Get some was a proud day for every chick I got head from\n  I hope you follow, I'm drunk with power like it's creatine in this red cup\n  Lose it, now fuse it\n  It's useless like using a toothpick as a pool stick\n  Somebody hating, give two shits\n  Just make music till I got hot like when it's humid in Houston\n  Fuck, truth is I don't even know why I do this\n  I done came so far but I still feel lost and about to lose it\n\n  As of lately my fire's been lower\n  Dizzy Wright said I might\n  Need to put a light to some weed to get my mind to tremble\n  But that ain't me so I'm digging real deep to write this shit\n  Yo I'm at five percent\n  I hope my career does not die in limbo\n  I wake up just praying my fuse is lit\n  Cause I don't get hyped like I used to get\n  Back when I would hop in the booth and spit\n  I'm too immune to this\n  Stuck in my thoughts, am I a lunatic? (fuck)\n  Fuck this music shit, what is Hopsin? I don't know who it is\n  I do give bitches spontaneous hunger\n  And when I do there's a cloud of raining and thunder\n  That you'd hate to get under\n  And when that happens ain't no place to get comfort\n  I'm late for the monster, you may be a goner\n  I put listeners in the craziest slumber\n  A note to peasants, my vocal presence\n  Is so perfect that fans get so obsessive\n  And cry to my shit but don't confess it\n  When I'm in my zone you feel that power and passion\n  My godly words can speak louder than action\n  And don't forget it nigga\n"}]