[{"id":26798670,"name":"Way Out There","trackName":"Way Out There","artistName":"King T","albumName":"IV Life","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All aboard the mothership, prepare to set sail\nLyrics fat, swell as a killer whale\nEnemies approaching, identify yourself\nThey raising up the flag, back it up, they get to blast\nOpen fire, cannons let loose\nShut em down like the Spruce Goose\nCaptain, aye aye\nThey still floating, give the order\nBlow they punk ass out the ocean, got em\nDrink, hit the dank as they sink to the bottom\nSchools of sharks circle and the sea turned all purple\nEven Jacques Cousteau punk ass was scared to go\nAnd that just goes to show to uh, let you know, uh\nAs I chill again like Gilligan and the Skipper\nA nigga kicking it with two hoes like Jack Tripper\nSwabbing the deck, just stabbing in my cabin\nRub the magic lamp and out popped Aladdin like \"What's happening?\"\nI said, \"What's up? I want my rhymes to be the dopest\"\nAlacadabra, hocus pocus\nYou think they can see me? He said, \"No, not really\nCause the fog's in the air, plus you're way out there\"\n\nWhen you look up in the sky, oh me oh my\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, it's a goddamn shame\nT La Cone wicked and you best beware\nYou will see when he kick it that he's way out there\n\nMy style pattern's unique, exquisite, so come visit\nExhibit A through G through Z, E-N-D\nStuck your equilibrium on activate\nCaptivate the ear and then his eye sockets\nUpon my pockets, I left em in suspense\nWho's the tribes and crews, competition none exist\nBitches be blowing me kisses, others fall like missiles\nTheir cap was artificially flavored\nMy first verse, it quenched your thirst\nFor instance, I'm making people boogie but yet\nFrom long distance, causing it to interfere\nWith your hemisphere, flee, it's a G recipe\nIt gets you hooked, having fits off my shit\n\nWhen you look up in the sky, oh me oh my\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, it's a goddamn shame\nT La Cone wicked and you best beware\nYou will see when he kick it that he's way out there\n\nThey wanna wipe us out, I think they haters\nKill us with the pencils and the papers and erasers\nI'm coming through your living room, boom\nShock-a-lock-a-boom, shake your whole area\nBreak your sound barrier, so wake up if you sleep\nCause like a clock-a-tock, I'm ticking\nEarly bird get the worm and I stop slinging chickens\nBut I still be kicking facts, black, black on black crime\nWhy the hell you jacking me? I don't have a damn dime\nMy skills kill you like a deer with my spear\nWhen it rains it pours, he fell from the tier\nOff the third floor, the pieces of the puzzle\nFigure it out and start fucking around and we'll be digging you out\nAnd it's just that simple, put the thing up to your temple\nAnd now you got a permanent dimple\nIt's King Tee, the name, nigga, and don't get snotty\nBetter knock on some doors and ask somebody\nSo fuck that other shit and grab my hand with all your might\nCause I'ma show you what that West Coast like\nThe flavor's unbelievable, nutritious, delicious\nNigga when the Tee get loose, it gets vicious\n\nWhen you look up in the sky, oh me oh my\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, it's a goddamn shame\nT La Cone wicked and you best beware\nYou will see when he kick it that he's way out there\n\nKing Tee, King Tee, King Tee, King Tee","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Way Out There\n  artist: King T\n  album: IV Life\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All aboard the mothership, prepare to set sail\n  Lyrics fat, swell as a killer whale\n  Enemies approaching, identify yourself\n  They raising up the flag, back it up, they get to blast\n  Open fire, cannons let loose\n  Shut em down like the Spruce Goose\n  Captain, aye aye\n  They still floating, give the order\n  Blow they punk ass out the ocean, got em\n  Drink, hit the dank as they sink to the bottom\n  Schools of sharks circle and the sea turned all purple\n  Even Jacques Cousteau punk ass was scared to go\n  And that just goes to show to uh, let you know, uh\n  As I chill again like Gilligan and the Skipper\n  A nigga kicking it with two hoes like Jack Tripper\n  Swabbing the deck, just stabbing in my cabin\n  Rub the magic lamp and out popped Aladdin like \"What's happening?\"\n  I said, \"What's up? I want my rhymes to be the dopest\"\n  Alacadabra, hocus pocus\n  You think they can see me? He said, \"No, not really\n  Cause the fog's in the air, plus you're way out there\"\n\n  When you look up in the sky, oh me oh my\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a goddamn shame\n  T La Cone wicked and you best beware\n  You will see when he kick it that he's way out there\n\n  My style pattern's unique, exquisite, so come visit\n  Exhibit A through G through Z, E-N-D\n  Stuck your equilibrium on activate\n  Captivate the ear and then his eye sockets\n  Upon my pockets, I left em in suspense\n  Who's the tribes and crews, competition none exist\n  Bitches be blowing me kisses, others fall like missiles\n  Their cap was artificially flavored\n  My first verse, it quenched your thirst\n  For instance, I'm making people boogie but yet\n  From long distance, causing it to interfere\n  With your hemisphere, flee, it's a G recipe\n  It gets you hooked, having fits off my shit\n\n  When you look up in the sky, oh me oh my\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a goddamn shame\n  T La Cone wicked and you best beware\n  You will see when he kick it that he's way out there\n\n  They wanna wipe us out, I think they haters\n  Kill us with the pencils and the papers and erasers\n  I'm coming through your living room, boom\n  Shock-a-lock-a-boom, shake your whole area\n  Break your sound barrier, so wake up if you sleep\n  Cause like a clock-a-tock, I'm ticking\n  Early bird get the worm and I stop slinging chickens\n  But I still be kicking facts, black, black on black crime\n  Why the hell you jacking me? I don't have a damn dime\n  My skills kill you like a deer with my spear\n  When it rains it pours, he fell from the tier\n  Off the third floor, the pieces of the puzzle\n  Figure it out and start fucking around and we'll be digging you out\n  And it's just that simple, put the thing up to your temple\n  And now you got a permanent dimple\n  It's King Tee, the name, nigga, and don't get snotty\n  Better knock on some doors and ask somebody\n  So fuck that other shit and grab my hand with all your might\n  Cause I'ma show you what that West Coast like\n  The flavor's unbelievable, nutritious, delicious\n  Nigga when the Tee get loose, it gets vicious\n\n  When you look up in the sky, oh me oh my\n  It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a goddamn shame\n  T La Cone wicked and you best beware\n  You will see when he kick it that he's way out there\n\n  King Tee, King Tee, King Tee, King Tee\n"}]