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Anybody told you any different is a damn lie\n  You ain't really beef, real beef get pan-fried\n  I be in Japan high, y'all be on some stupid shit\n  Philly streets, motherfuckers cross you like a crucifix\n  It's Allah, I'mma be alive like Busilvex\n  Four pound, break your chest up like Mucinex\n  Dead cause I said so, I'mma let the TEC blow\n  Fiends lined up like an edge on a retro\n  Ill from the gecko, I just caught a homi\n  The bullets pierce kevlar, hotter than wasabi\n\n  Its the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm\n  Its the blood being drawn from your body on this song\n  It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving\n  It's a murder scene, tell a fucking ambulance to get em\n\n  Official Pistol Gang\n"},{"id":6172968,"name":"The God Supreme","trackName":"The God Supreme","artistName":"Jedi Mind Tricks","albumName":"The Thief and the Fallen","duration":191.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I feel sorry for your mom motherfucker, you 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176830\n  end_ms: 179670\n- text: Gang, gang, gang, gang\n  start_ms: 179670\n  end_ms: 182350\n- text: Gang, gang, gang, gang\n  start_ms: 182350\n  end_ms: 189220\n- text: Official Pistol Gang\n  start_ms: 189220\n  end_ms: 189920\nplain: |-\n  I feel sorry for your mom motherfucker, you a waste\n  When I say that you're my dog, I mean a muzzle in your face\n  The streets and the dean have me struggling with faith\n  The guns mad big like Mutombo on the waist\n  I'm a gorilla God, jungle is my habitat\n  Murder many infidel, Yasser Arafat\n  How you wanna talk shit and tuck your chain after that\n  Infrared beam green aim it where your cabbage at\n  Dirty money lord you can check the back plate\n  Run up on his ras clot, show him how the gat tastes\n  It's a million motherfuckers in the rat race\n  I ain't part of that god, y'all can get the gas face\n  Fuck all fakes, see you at Allah gates\n  All my dogs gonna swarm on you like raw steaks\n  Pies and jumbs, I'mma let em all bake\n  And Vinnie he rapping good hands like Allstate\n  It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm\n  It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song\n  It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving\n  It's a murder scene, tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em\n  I'm always trying to break bread\n  Always trying to take the fucking crown so I can take heads\n  Underground rappers, more bummier than bass heads\n  Head-shots leave y'all Planet Of The Apes dead\n  Jeff Chandler, I'mma let them hands fly\n  Just in case, Vinnie keep shooters on standby\n  Anybody told you any different, it's a damn lie\n  You ain't really beef, real beef get pan-fried\n  I be in Japan high, y'all be on some stupid shit\n  Philly streets, motherfuckers cross you like a crucifix\n  It's Allah, I'mma be alive like Busilvex\n  Four pound, break your chest up like Mucinex\n  Dead cause I said so, I'mma let the TEC blow\n  Fiends lined up like an Air Jordan retro\n  Ill from the get-go, I just caught a homi\n  The bullets pierce kevlar, hotter than wasabi\n  It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm\n  It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song\n  It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving\n  It's a murder scene, tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em\n  It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm\n  It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song\n  It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving\n  It's a murder scene, tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em\n"}]