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My flow still better\nAll signs show I'm an error, whatever\nI still face the man that I loathe in the mirror\nWalkin' through a goddamn storm every winter\nNothing ever gets as fucking cold as the inner\nSo I force myself in a type of thought that beginners\nTend to pick up and drop once they forfeit and give up\nBut I'll never quit, finna climb a mile\nOver the top, stay high a while\nLazy MCs? Let 'em bite my style\nI exist so that you despise my smile\n\nSmokin' on that loud pack\nFuck around and Imma do what Imma do\nWhat you know about that?\nWhat you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\nGot 'cid on my tongue\nThick piff in my lung\nI'm 'bout to blow my mind\nGot 'cid on my tongue\nThick bitch from the jump\nI cannot close my eyes\n\nSmokin' on that loud pack\nFuck around and Imma do what Imma do\nWhat you know about that?\nWhat you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\nGot 'cid on my tongue\nThick piff in my lung\nI'm 'bout to blow my mind\nGot 'cid on my tongue\nThick bitch from the jump\nI cannot close my eyes (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)\n\nIt was big as a bitch in this bitch\nFeelin' big as the kid from the Six\nWalls drippin' and shit\nEnergies to siphon through, double cup full of Ivan Ooze\nCold sweat, man, I saw her face in the carbon shapes, I'm faded\nPark it, play it, spark it, blaze it\nSenses losin' all their parkin' spaces\nFeel the fractals move, I'm high as pterodactyl shoes\nStraight silly. These rappers try, but they just ain't Billy\nStarted droppin' bars when they dropped A Milli\nIt's like drivin' a bike, I'm 'bout to pop a wheelie\nIf y'all can't feel me, y'all need to stop\nRappin' out my room, all my dreams'll pop\n\nI don't know no better, I'm a stupid kid\nJust tryna make a million off of talkin' 'bout my uselessness\nI don't know no better, what the fuck I told y'all?\nFucked up in the brain.\n1-up in the frame\nWhat you want a fuckn' gold star?\nBitch, I'm on 1 or 2 or 3 hoe\nRoll up to your funeral, trunk bumpin' Migos\nGot beef? We the bistro, uh\nGot beef? We the bistro, uh\nGet lost in the leaf smoke, uh\nYou don't know what we know\n\nSmokin' on that loud pack\nFuck around and Imma do what Imma do\nWhat you know about that?\nWhat you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\nGot 'cid on my tongue\nThick piff in my lung\nI'm 'bout to blow my mind\nGot 'cid on my tongue\nThick bitch from the jump\nI cannot close my eyes\n\nSmokin' on that loud pack\nFuck around and Imma do what Imma do\nWhat you know about that?\nWhat you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\nGot 'cid on my tongue\nThick piff in my lung\nI'm 'bout to blow my mind\nGot 'cid on my tongue\nThick bitch from the jump\nI cannot close my eyes\n\n(LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n(LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.09] (This is the head of a pin magnified 100 times)\n[00:14.39] (What you see now is 200 micrograms of LSD)\n[00:21.11] (Now we can barely see that with the naked eye)\n[00:25.20] (This much LSD would kill plenty of people)\n[00:38.96] (LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n[00:46.43] (LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n[00:53.76] Smokin' on that loud pack\n[00:55.32] Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n[00:57.45] What you know about that?\n[00:59.35] What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n[01:01.48] Got 'cid on my tongue\n[01:02.47] Thick piff in my lung\n[01:03.36] I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n[01:05.17] Got 'cid on my tongue\n[01:06.06] Thick bitch from the jump\n[01:07.13] I cannot close my eyes\n[01:08.71] Daffodil iris, sealed eyelids, feel quite lit, keef diamonds\n[01:12.76] Speakers still bumpin' that three times six\n[01:14.34] Always need my fix just to feel like this\n[01:16.88] Chill like bliss, real highness\n[01:18.85] Ill type spliff with a real tight grip\n[01:20.49] Girl scout cookies, that's still my shit\n[01:22.22] They appeal quite quick and conceal my id\n[01:24.48] Kid, yup, this is why I stay quiet\n[01:28.33] Try and enjoy my most private of thoughts\n[01:29.88] And fuck joy, I defy to define it\n[01:31.65] Stay high on the finest\n[01:32.33] Pull a blindfold on my misery\n[01:33.98] Middle fingers up, and their both for the industry\n[01:36.08] Never have I ever sold my soul to the enemy\n[01:37.96] Absolving self of deficit through fraudulent symphonies\n[01:39.76] Tryna get chill, excitement and thrill\n[01:43.36] Without them Vicodin pills, cause life gets too real\n[01:46.65] See life's too ill in this no-chill era\n[01:49.77] Your wallet big? My flow still better\n[01:51.63] All signs show I'm an error, whatever\n[01:53.49] I still face the man that I loathe in the mirror\n[01:55.33] Walkin' through a goddamn storm every winter\n[01:57.35] Nothing ever gets as fucking cold as the inner\n[01:59.04] So I force myself in a type of thought that beginners\n[02:01.08] Tend to pick up and drop once they forfeit and give up\n[02:03.04] But I'll never quit, finna climb a mile\n[02:05.02] Over the top, stay high a while\n[02:06.94] Lazy MCs? Let 'em bite my style\n[02:08.71] I exist so that you despise my smile\n[02:11.08] Smokin' on that loud pack\n[02:13.07] Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n[02:14.92] What you know about that?\n[02:16.64] What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n[02:19.13] Got 'cid on my tongue\n[02:19.91] Thick piff in my lung\n[02:20.70] I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n[02:22.72] Got 'cid on my tongue\n[02:23.73] Thick bitch from the jump\n[02:24.97] I cannot close my eyes\n[02:26.55] Smokin' on that loud pack\n[02:28.52] Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n[02:30.53] What you know about that?\n[02:32.29] What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n[02:34.39] Got 'cid on my tongue\n[02:35.11] Thick piff in my lung\n[02:36.24] I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n[02:38.26] Got 'cid on my tongue\n[02:38.96] Thick bitch from the jump\n[02:40.09] I cannot close my eyes (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)\n[02:42.33] It was big as a bitch in this bitch\n[02:43.48] Feelin' big as the kid from the Six\n[02:45.09] Walls drippin' and shit\n[02:45.77] Energies to siphon through, double cup full of Ivan Ooze\n[02:49.44] Cold sweat, man, I saw her face in the carbon shapes, I'm faded\n[02:53.03] Park it, play it, spark it, blaze it\n[02:54.85] Senses losin' all their parkin' spaces\n[02:58.17] Feel the fractals move, I'm high as pterodactyl shoes\n[03:01.75] Straight silly. 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We the bistro, uh\n[03:40.08] Get lost in the leaf smoke, uh\n[03:41.85] You don't know what we know\n[03:44.27] Smokin' on that loud pack\n[03:45.87] Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n[03:47.98] What you know about that?\n[03:49.73] What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n[03:51.94] Got 'cid on my tongue\n[03:52.88] Thick piff in my lung\n[03:53.47] I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n[03:55.52] Got 'cid on my tongue\n[03:56.58] Thick bitch from the jump\n[03:57.63] I cannot close my eyes\n[03:59.07] Smokin' on that loud pack\n[04:01.11] Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n[04:03.57] What you know about that?\n[04:05.13] What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n[04:07.16] Got 'cid on my tongue\n[04:07.96] Thick piff in my lung\n[04:09.12] I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n[04:10.90] Got 'cid on my tongue\n[04:12.24] Thick bitch from the jump\n[04:13.22] I cannot close my eyes\n[04:15.57] (LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n[04:23.33] (LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n[04:29.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chakras\n  artist: 'Kill Bill: The Rapper'\n  album: Resin\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (This is the head of a pin magnified 100 times)\n  start_ms: 10090\n  end_ms: 14390\n- text: (What you see now is 200 micrograms of LSD)\n  start_ms: 14390\n  end_ms: 21110\n- text: (Now we can barely see that with the naked eye)\n  start_ms: 21110\n  end_ms: 25200\n- text: (This much LSD would kill plenty of people)\n  start_ms: 25200\n  end_ms: 38960\n- text: (LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n  start_ms: 38960\n  end_ms: 46430\n- text: (LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n  start_ms: 46430\n  end_ms: 53760\n- text: Smokin' on that loud pack\n  start_ms: 53760\n  end_ms: 55320\n- text: Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n  start_ms: 55320\n  end_ms: 57450\n- text: What you know about that?\n  start_ms: 57450\n  end_ms: 59350\n- text: What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n  start_ms: 59350\n  end_ms: 61480\n- text: Got 'cid on my tongue\n  start_ms: 61480\n  end_ms: 62470\n- text: Thick piff in my lung\n  start_ms: 62470\n  end_ms: 63360\n- text: I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n  start_ms: 63360\n  end_ms: 65170\n- text: Got 'cid on my tongue\n  start_ms: 65170\n  end_ms: 66060\n- text: Thick bitch from the jump\n  start_ms: 66060\n  end_ms: 67130\n- text: I cannot close my eyes\n  start_ms: 67130\n  end_ms: 68710\n- text: Daffodil iris, sealed eyelids, feel quite lit, keef diamonds\n  start_ms: 68710\n  end_ms: 72760\n- text: Speakers still bumpin' that three times six\n  start_ms: 72760\n  end_ms: 74340\n- text: Always need my fix just to feel like this\n  start_ms: 74340\n  end_ms: 76880\n- text: Chill like bliss, real highness\n  start_ms: 76880\n  end_ms: 78850\n- text: Ill type spliff with a real tight grip\n  start_ms: 78850\n  end_ms: 80490\n- text: Girl scout cookies, that's still my shit\n  start_ms: 80490\n  end_ms: 82220\n- text: They appeal quite quick and conceal my id\n  start_ms: 82220\n  end_ms: 84480\n- text: Kid, yup, this is why I stay quiet\n  start_ms: 84480\n  end_ms: 88330\n- text: Try and enjoy my most private of thoughts\n  start_ms: 88330\n  end_ms: 89880\n- text: And fuck joy, I defy to define it\n  start_ms: 89880\n  end_ms: 91650\n- text: Stay high on the finest\n  start_ms: 91650\n  end_ms: 92330\n- text: Pull a blindfold on my misery\n  start_ms: 92330\n  end_ms: 93980\n- text: Middle fingers up, and their both for the industry\n  start_ms: 93980\n  end_ms: 96080\n- text: Never have I ever sold my soul to the enemy\n  start_ms: 96080\n  end_ms: 97960\n- text: Absolving self of deficit through fraudulent symphonies\n  start_ms: 97960\n  end_ms: 99760\n- text: Tryna get chill, excitement and thrill\n  start_ms: 99760\n  end_ms: 103360\n- text: Without them Vicodin pills, cause life gets too real\n  start_ms: 103360\n  end_ms: 106650\n- text: See life's too ill in this no-chill era\n  start_ms: 106650\n  end_ms: 109770\n- text: Your wallet big? 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Let 'em bite my style\nI exist so that you despise my smile\n\nSmokin' on that loud pack\nFuck around and Imma do what Imma do\nWhat you know about that?\nWhat you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\nGot 'cid on my tongue\nThick piff in my lung\nI'm 'bout to blow my mind\nGot 'cid on my tongue\nThick bitch from the jump\nI cannot close my eyes\n\nSmokin' on that loud pack\nFuck around and Imma do what Imma do\nWhat you know about that?\nWhat you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\nGot 'cid on my tongue\nThick piff in my lung\nI'm 'bout to blow my mind\nGot 'cid on my tongue\nThick bitch from the jump\nI cannot close my eyes (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)\n\nIt was big as a bitch in this bitch\nFeelin' big as the kid from the Six\nWalls drippin' and shit\nEnergies to siphon through, double cup full of Ivan Ooze\nCold sweat, man, I saw her face in the carbon shapes, I'm faded\nPark it, play it, spark it, blaze it\nSenses losin' all their parkin' spaces\nFeel the fractals move, I'm high as pterodactyl shoes\nStraight silly. 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These rappers try, but they just ain't Billy\n  start_ms: 181750\n  end_ms: 185200\n- text: Started droppin' bars when they dropped A Milli\n  start_ms: 185200\n  end_ms: 186780\n- text: It's like drivin' a bike, I'm 'bout to pop a wheelie\n  start_ms: 186780\n  end_ms: 188530\n- text: If y'all can't feel me, y'all need to stop\n  start_ms: 188530\n  end_ms: 190670\n- text: Rappin' out my room, all my dreams'll pop\n  start_ms: 190670\n  end_ms: 193110\n- text: I don't know no better, I'm a stupid kid\n  start_ms: 193110\n  end_ms: 196480\n- text: Just tryna make a million off of talkin' 'bout my uselessness\n  start_ms: 196480\n  end_ms: 201080\n- text: I don't know no better, what the fuck I told y'all?\n  start_ms: 201080\n  end_ms: 204910\n- text: Fucked up in the brain.\n  start_ms: 204910\n  end_ms: 205480\n- text: 1-up in the frame\n  start_ms: 205480\n  end_ms: 206410\n- text: What you want a fuckn' gold star?\n  start_ms: 206410\n  end_ms: 209150\n- text: Bitch, I'm on 1 or 2 or 3 hoe\n  start_ms: 209150\n  end_ms: 212150\n- text: Roll up to your funeral, trunk bumpin' Migos\n  start_ms: 212150\n  end_ms: 216550\n- text: Got beef? We the bistro, uh\n  start_ms: 216550\n  end_ms: 218180\n- text: Got beef? We the bistro, uh\n  start_ms: 218180\n  end_ms: 220080\n- text: Get lost in the leaf smoke, uh\n  start_ms: 220080\n  end_ms: 221850\n- text: You don't know what we know\n  start_ms: 221850\n  end_ms: 224270\n- text: Smokin' on that loud pack\n  start_ms: 224270\n  end_ms: 225870\n- text: Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n  start_ms: 225870\n  end_ms: 227980\n- text: What you know about that?\n  start_ms: 227980\n  end_ms: 229730\n- text: What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n  start_ms: 229730\n  end_ms: 231940\n- text: Got 'cid on my tongue\n  start_ms: 231940\n  end_ms: 232880\n- text: Thick piff in my lung\n  start_ms: 232880\n  end_ms: 233470\n- text: I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n  start_ms: 233470\n  end_ms: 235520\n- text: Got 'cid on my tongue\n  start_ms: 235520\n  end_ms: 236580\n- text: Thick bitch from the jump\n  start_ms: 236580\n  end_ms: 237630\n- text: I cannot close my eyes\n  start_ms: 237630\n  end_ms: 239070\n- text: Smokin' on that loud pack\n  start_ms: 239070\n  end_ms: 241110\n- text: Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n  start_ms: 241110\n  end_ms: 243570\n- text: What you know about that?\n  start_ms: 243570\n  end_ms: 245130\n- text: What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n  start_ms: 245130\n  end_ms: 247160\n- text: Got 'cid on my tongue\n  start_ms: 247160\n  end_ms: 247960\n- text: Thick piff in my lung\n  start_ms: 247960\n  end_ms: 249120\n- text: I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n  start_ms: 249120\n  end_ms: 250900\n- text: Got 'cid on my tongue\n  start_ms: 250900\n  end_ms: 252240\n- text: Thick bitch from the jump\n  start_ms: 252240\n  end_ms: 253220\n- text: I cannot close my eyes\n  start_ms: 253220\n  end_ms: 255570\n- text: (LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n  start_ms: 255570\n  end_ms: 263330\n- text: (LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n  start_ms: 263330\n  end_ms: 269840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269840\nplain: |-\n  (This is the head of a pin magnified 100 times)\n  (What you see now is 200 micrograms of LSD)\n  (Now we can barely see that with the naked eye)\n  (This much LSD would kill plenty of people)\n\n  (LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n  (LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n\n  Smokin' on that loud pack\n  Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n  What you know about that?\n  What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n  Got 'cid on my tongue\n  Thick piff in my lung\n  I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n  Got 'cid on my tongue\n  Thick bitch from the jump\n  I cannot close my eyes\n\n  Daffodil iris, sealed eyelids, feel quite lit, keef diamonds\n  Speakers still bumpin' that three times six\n  Always need my fix just to feel like this\n  Chill like bliss, real highness\n  Ill type spliff with a real tight grip\n  Girl scout cookies, that's still my shit\n  They appeal quite quick and conceal my id\n  Kid, yup, this is why I stay quiet\n  Try and enjoy my most private of thoughts\n  And fuck joy, I defy to define it\n  Stay high on the finest\n  Pull a blindfold on my misery\n  Middle fingers up, and their both for the industry\n  Never have I ever sold my soul to the enemy\n  Absolving self of deficit through fraudulent symphonies\n\n  Tryna get chill, excitement and thrill\n  Without them Vicodin pills, cause life gets too real\n  See life's too ill in this no-chill era\n  Your wallet big? My flow still better\n  All signs show I'm an error, whatever\n  I still face the man that I loathe in the mirror\n  Walkin' through a goddamn storm every winter\n  Nothing ever gets as fucking cold as the inner\n  So I force myself in a type of thought that beginners\n  Tend to pick up and drop once they forfeit and give up\n  But I'll never quit, finna climb a mile\n  Over the top, stay high a while\n  Lazy MCs? Let 'em bite my style\n  I exist so that you despise my smile\n\n  Smokin' on that loud pack\n  Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n  What you know about that?\n  What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n  Got 'cid on my tongue\n  Thick piff in my lung\n  I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n  Got 'cid on my tongue\n  Thick bitch from the jump\n  I cannot close my eyes\n\n  Smokin' on that loud pack\n  Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n  What you know about that?\n  What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n  Got 'cid on my tongue\n  Thick piff in my lung\n  I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n  Got 'cid on my tongue\n  Thick bitch from the jump\n  I cannot close my eyes (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)\n\n  It was big as a bitch in this bitch\n  Feelin' big as the kid from the Six\n  Walls drippin' and shit\n  Energies to siphon through, double cup full of Ivan Ooze\n  Cold sweat, man, I saw her face in the carbon shapes, I'm faded\n  Park it, play it, spark it, blaze it\n  Senses losin' all their parkin' spaces\n  Feel the fractals move, I'm high as pterodactyl shoes\n  Straight silly. These rappers try, but they just ain't Billy\n  Started droppin' bars when they dropped A Milli\n  It's like drivin' a bike, I'm 'bout to pop a wheelie\n  If y'all can't feel me, y'all need to stop\n  Rappin' out my room, all my dreams'll pop\n\n  I don't know no better, I'm a stupid kid\n  Just tryna make a million off of talkin' 'bout my uselessness\n  I don't know no better, what the fuck I told y'all?\n  Fucked up in the brain.\n  1-up in the frame\n  What you want a fuckn' gold star?\n  Bitch, I'm on 1 or 2 or 3 hoe\n  Roll up to your funeral, trunk bumpin' Migos\n  Got beef? We the bistro, uh\n  Got beef? We the bistro, uh\n  Get lost in the leaf smoke, uh\n  You don't know what we know\n\n  Smokin' on that loud pack\n  Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n  What you know about that?\n  What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n  Got 'cid on my tongue\n  Thick piff in my lung\n  I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n  Got 'cid on my tongue\n  Thick bitch from the jump\n  I cannot close my eyes\n\n  Smokin' on that loud pack\n  Fuck around and Imma do what Imma do\n  What you know about that?\n  What you talkin' you ain't fuckin' with the crew?\n  Got 'cid on my tongue\n  Thick piff in my lung\n  I'm 'bout to blow my mind\n  Got 'cid on my tongue\n  Thick bitch from the jump\n  I cannot close my eyes\n\n  (LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n  (LSD, LSD, L-L-L-LSD)\n"}]