[{"id":38638148,"name":"Four Minute Warning","trackName":"Four Minute Warning","artistName":"K-Rino","albumName":"Time Traveler","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Keep it runnin', keep it runnin', keep it runnin'\nLet it go, pump this shit up\nAyy, check this out, check this out\nCheck this out, check this out\nI need y'all to work with me\nNow everybody say, \"Hell yeah\" (Hell yeah)\nSay, \"Hell yeah\" (Hell yeah)\nSay, \"Hell yeah\" (Hell yeah)\nWatch this, let me see if I can do this, peep this\n\nThis is the exorcism, the exoskeleton\nX-tractor back with his expo, listen\nElectro vision, direct the molecular\nTexture and it's the regular secular mechanism\nYou diagnosed with doses of uncontrollable sotiosis\nPlus there was erosion\nWitness the original lyrical everlastin'\nIndividual spiritual metaphysical master\nBlastin' your dome, craft never known\nThe path of a size of man was crafted in stone\nDeepest exo Jesus drafted alone\nThe devilish staff was grown and grafted a clone\nI elevate with scrolls that are sacred\nCreate biological elements that I make with\nThe evangelical adamant, radical murder capital\nAdmiral rapper stacker in battle\nI am the sorcerer, come through the corridor\nTwo hundred and twenty centuries, we gotta explore the\nStraight from the infinite thoughts\nTo whom I taught 'em how to combine the summer\nSpring winter and autumn, I stashed it\nJelly is acid when I cast it\nPoint to one hundred and fifty demographics\nNo masks, no matter where you look\nUnder Heaven, K-Rino and The Coalition\nBook number seven\n\nI am the author of book number seven\nYou've unleashed the power of book number seven\nThere is no escape from book number seven\nYou not outside, you're actually inside of book number seven\n\nI throw hundreds of sudden punches in abundance\nYou in a dungeon that dwells within the\nInfinite circumference of my conference\nI sit and receive intergalactic faxes\nAt night, my body relaxes, raising like taxes\nLevitates over the mattress\nI transform into a sandstorm\nMight take the form of a newborn\nWith a baby's body and a thirty-five-year-old man's arm\nThere'll be no sympathy sent to ya\nI make an entity enter ya\nAs I mentally circumvent your peninsula\nThe intensely temperamental mic emperor\nWho increases the temperature\nAnd makes sure you receive every ninja strike meant for ya\nOpposition, you don't hear a word from them\nK-Rino's the one who picks up the\nHitchhiking murderer then murders him\nI stand on bolsters like coasters\nThey been after me before my birth\nMy ultrasound picture was on a most wanted poster\nMetallic plates strapped to my shoulder\nVultures fly out of my folder\nAfter I bust and reiterate every flow that I told ya\n\nI am the author of book number seven\nYou've unleashed the power of book number seven\nThere is no escape from book number seven\nYou not outside, you're actually inside of book number seven\nI am the author of book number seven\nYou've unleashed the power of book number seven\nThere is no escape from book number seven\nYou not outside, you actually inside the book, feel it\n\nNo more CDs, technology has finally evolved\nAlbum in pill form, you swallow them and let them dissolve\nThen you feel mushroom euphoria in your brain when I storm in\nYou not only hear me recite the song, you see me performin'\nYou thought you had writer's block, your head was startin' to swell up\nBut that was me killin' your ideas before they developed\nI'm bruisin' you 'cause I'm half super nuclear\nYou can fit your skill in mine the same amount\nOf times Pluto can fit in Jupiter, yeah\nI load revenge into a syringe, opponents then cringe\nAs the needle penetrates within your contact lens\nLaden with excruciating pain to use my style\nLike a hundred and twenty-five consecutive root canals\nMeanwhile, my horrors cancel your tomorrows\nI speak words that the authors of the\nDictionary and of thesaurus borrow\nBlast my gun with the wrath of Khan\nThe Jurassic mastodon that easily won the scholastic triathlon\n\n'Cause I am the author of book number seven\nYou've unleashed the power of book number seven\nThere is no escape from book number seven\nYou not outside, you're actually inside of book number seven\nI am the author of book number seven\nYou've unleashed the power of book number seven\nThere is no escape from book number seven\nYou not outside, you're actually inside of book number seven\n\nSay, \"Hell yeah\" (Hell yeah)\nSay, \"Hell yeah\" (Hell yeah)\nSay, \"Kick that shit\" (Kick that shit)\nSay, \"Kick that shit\" (Kick that shit)\nSay, \"SPC\" (SPC)\nSay, \"SPC\" (SPC)\nSay, \"Fuck these haters\" (Fuck these haters)\nSay, \"Fuck these haters\" (Fuck these haters)\nStop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, man\nAyy, what's up, Adelaide?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Four Minute Warning\n  artist: K-Rino\n  album: Time Traveler\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Keep it runnin', keep it runnin', keep it runnin'\n  Let it go, pump this shit up\n  Ayy, check this out, check this out\n  Check this out, check this out\n  I need y'all to work with me\n  Now everybody say, \"Hell yeah\" (Hell yeah)\n  Say, \"Hell yeah\" (Hell yeah)\n  Say, \"Hell yeah\" (Hell yeah)\n  Watch this, let me see if I can do this, peep this\n\n  This is the exorcism, the exoskeleton\n  X-tractor back with his expo, listen\n  Electro vision, direct the molecular\n  Texture and it's the regular secular mechanism\n  You diagnosed with doses of uncontrollable sotiosis\n  Plus there was erosion\n  Witness the original lyrical everlastin'\n  Individual spiritual metaphysical master\n  Blastin' your dome, craft never known\n  The path of a size of man was crafted in stone\n  Deepest exo Jesus drafted alone\n  The devilish staff was grown and grafted a clone\n  I elevate with scrolls that are sacred\n  Create biological elements that I make with\n  The evangelical adamant, radical murder capital\n  Admiral rapper stacker in battle\n  I am the sorcerer, come through the corridor\n  Two hundred and twenty centuries, we gotta explore the\n  Straight from the infinite thoughts\n  To whom I taught 'em how to combine the summer\n  Spring winter and autumn, I stashed it\n  Jelly is acid when I cast it\n  Point to one hundred and fifty demographics\n  No masks, no matter where you look\n  Under Heaven, K-Rino and The Coalition\n  Book number seven\n\n  I am the author of book number seven\n  You've unleashed the power of book number seven\n  There is no escape from book number seven\n  You not outside, you're actually inside of book number seven\n\n  I throw hundreds of sudden punches in abundance\n  You in a dungeon that dwells within the\n  Infinite circumference of my conference\n  I sit and receive intergalactic faxes\n  At night, my body relaxes, raising like taxes\n  Levitates over the mattress\n  I transform into a sandstorm\n  Might take the form of a newborn\n  With a baby's body and a thirty-five-year-old man's arm\n  There'll be no sympathy sent to ya\n  I make an entity enter ya\n  As I mentally circumvent your peninsula\n  The intensely temperamental mic emperor\n  Who increases the temperature\n  And makes sure you receive every ninja strike meant for ya\n  Opposition, you don't hear a word from them\n  K-Rino's the one who picks up the\n  Hitchhiking murderer then murders him\n  I stand on bolsters like coasters\n  They been after me before my birth\n  My ultrasound picture was on a most wanted poster\n  Metallic plates strapped to my shoulder\n  Vultures fly out of my folder\n  After I bust and reiterate every flow that I told ya\n\n  I am the author of book number seven\n  You've unleashed the power of book number seven\n  There is no escape from book number seven\n  You not outside, you're actually inside of book number seven\n  I am the author of book number seven\n  You've unleashed the power of book number seven\n  There is no escape from book number seven\n  You not outside, you actually inside the book, feel it\n\n  No more CDs, technology has finally evolved\n  Album in pill form, you swallow them and let them dissolve\n  Then you feel mushroom euphoria in your brain when I storm in\n  You not only hear me recite the song, you see me performin'\n  You thought you had writer's block, your head was startin' to swell up\n  But that was me killin' your ideas before they developed\n  I'm bruisin' you 'cause I'm half super nuclear\n  You can fit your skill in mine the same amount\n  Of times Pluto can fit in Jupiter, yeah\n  I load revenge into a syringe, opponents then cringe\n  As the needle penetrates within your contact lens\n  Laden with excruciating pain to use my style\n  Like a hundred and twenty-five consecutive root canals\n  Meanwhile, my horrors cancel your tomorrows\n  I speak words that the authors of the\n  Dictionary and of thesaurus borrow\n  Blast my gun with the wrath of Khan\n  The Jurassic mastodon that easily won the scholastic triathlon\n\n  'Cause I am the author of book number seven\n  You've unleashed the power of book number seven\n  There is no escape from book number seven\n  You not outside, you're actually inside of book number seven\n  I am the author of book number seven\n  You've unleashed the power of book number seven\n  There is no escape from book number seven\n  You not outside, you're actually inside of book number seven\n\n  Say, \"Hell yeah\" (Hell yeah)\n  Say, \"Hell yeah\" (Hell yeah)\n  Say, \"Kick that shit\" (Kick that shit)\n  Say, \"Kick that shit\" (Kick that shit)\n  Say, \"SPC\" (SPC)\n  Say, \"SPC\" (SPC)\n  Say, \"Fuck these haters\" (Fuck these haters)\n  Say, \"Fuck these haters\" (Fuck these haters)\n  Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, man\n  Ayy, what's up, Adelaide?\n"}]