[{"id":37320374,"name":"BackPack","trackName":"BackPack","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Logic (Complete)","duration":149.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, it's Logic, bitch\nYou have interfered with our affairs for the last time\nI'ma just go in on this joint right now for y'all\nWhoever did this is a real pro\nAll my lyricism heads, where y'all at?\nYeah, yeah, uh, uh\nI spit fifties and shit hundreds, do shit that's undid\nSpontaneously combust in these bitches' guts\nI get 'em wet, no need to touch\nBreak they back like dutches\nKeep 'em close like the toast I clutch\nNevertheless, I'm never depressed\nI keep feelings suppressed\nOne of the best, but need to listen if I'ma progress\nI'm ready to live, I'm ready to die\nI'm ready to ride for rap\nI said it on a record\nNow I can't take it back\nStop, I shut it down like a blood clot\nSmoke emcees like a fuckin' bumbaclot\nMic check, I come to catch wreck\nDeath before dishonor, so I'm coming for your neck, ah\nI pop emcees like hymens\nY'all glass posing as studs, but I'm a diamond\nI reckon you need to listen\nI'm never dissin'\nUnless your shit is wack\nI'll beat you into submission\nCatch me fishin'\n'Cause I'm eating for a lifetime\nWisdom in my mind\nI'm a star, watch me shine\nFucking your bitch from behind\nRecord it and hit rewind\nI'm nasty\nConstruct rhymes like rhinoplasty\nA hip-hop statute\nRhymes coming at you\nGod bless you\nWhen I kick wisdom, it never stress you\nOr test you unless you a dumb motherfucker\nAll right, we gon' get into it like this\nSaid this is mathematic tactics, murder this rap shit\nIntravenously inject my prophylactics\nInhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks\nSimilar to black ice 'cause the flow so slick\nWhat's up?\nRappers hear the rhyme, they slit their wrists up\nDo a whole lotta talkin', no rappin' like fisticuffs, uh\nYeah, turn my headphones up\nThat's all you sayin', but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough\nRaw, rugged, and rough, my alter ego Mr. Tough\nI'll call your bluff, face-to-face, never snuff\nI murder you with predicate, poetic balletic shit\nNo mercy, 'cause if I grip the mic, they might curse me\nDa Vinci flow, 'fore I grip the mic, I'm in control\nBefore I manifested tendons, I was rhyming as an embryo\nLiving in vertigo, half of these fuckers don't know\nIt's Logic, heh, I said it's Logic\nAs you can see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04]Yeah, it's Logic, bitch\n[00:02.76]You have interfered with our affairs for the last time\n[00:06.13]I'ma just go in on this joint right now for y'all\n[00:08.29]Whoever did this is a real pro\n[00:09.86]All my lyricism heads, where y'all at?\n[00:11.74]Yeah, yeah, uh, uh\n[00:14.08]I spit fifties and shit hundreds, do shit that's undid\n[00:16.48]Spontaneously combust in these bitches' guts\n[00:19.06]I get 'em wet, no need to touch\n[00:20.31]Break they back like dutches\n[00:21.60]Keep 'em close like the toast I clutch\n[00:23.48]Nevertheless, I'm never depressed\n[00:24.63]I keep feelings suppressed\n[00:25.92]One of the best, but need to listen if I'ma progress\n[00:28.32]I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die\n[00:29.57]I'm ready to ride for rap\n[00:30.83]I said it on a record\n[00:32.01]Now I can't take it back\n[00:33.09]Stop, I shut it down like a blood clot\n[00:35.36]Smoke emcees like a fuckin' bumbaclot\n[00:38.04]Mic check, I come to catch wreck\n[00:40.44]Death before dishonor, so I'm coming for your neck, ah\n[00:43.30]I pop emcees like hymens\n[00:45.49]Y'all glass posing as studs, but I'm a diamond\n[00:47.79]I reckon you need to listen\n[00:49.32]I'm never dissin'\n[00:50.26]Unless your shit is wack\n[00:51.38]I'll beat you into submission\n[00:52.84]Catch me fishin'\n[00:53.82]'Cause I'm eating for a lifetime\n[00:55.35]Wisdom in my mind\n[00:56.32]I'm a star, watch me shine\n[00:57.54]Fucking your bitch from behind\n[00:58.76]Record it and hit rewind\n[01:00.19]I'm nasty\n[01:01.06]Construct rhymes like rhinoplasty\n[01:02.66]A hip-hop statute\n[01:04.09]Rhymes coming at you\n[01:05.03]God bless you\n[01:05.87]When I kick wisdom, it never stress you\n[01:07.57]Or test you unless you a dumb motherfucker\n[01:10.22]All right, we gon' get into it like this\n[01:12.21]Said this is mathematic tactics, murder this rap shit\n[01:14.92]Intravenously inject my prophylactics\n[01:17.36]Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks\n[01:19.87]Similar to black ice 'cause the flow so slick\n[01:22.10]What's up?\n[01:22.90]Rappers hear the rhyme, they slit their wrists up\n[01:24.75]Do a whole lotta talkin', no rappin' like fisticuffs, uh\n[01:27.85]Yeah, turn my headphones up\n[01:29.52]That's all you sayin', but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough\n[01:32.20]Raw, rugged, and rough, my alter ego Mr. Tough\n[01:34.81]I'll call your bluff, face-to-face, never snuff\n[01:37.32]I murder you with predicate, poetic balletic shit\n[01:39.76]No mercy, 'cause if I grip the mic, they might curse me\n[01:42.20]Da Vinci flow, 'fore I grip the mic, I'm in control\n[01:44.46]Before I manifested tendons, I was rhyming as an embryo\n[01:47.32]Living in vertigo, half of these fuckers don't know\n[01:49.68]It's Logic, heh, I said it's Logic\n[01:52.23]As you can see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours\n[01:57.37]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: BackPack\n artist: Logic\n album: Logic (Complete)\n duration_ms: 149473\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, it's Logic, bitch\n start_ms: 40\n end_ms: 2760\n- text: You have interfered with our affairs for the last time\n start_ms: 2760\n end_ms: 6130\n- text: I'ma just go in on this joint right now for y'all\n start_ms: 6130\n end_ms: 8290\n- text: Whoever did this is a real pro\n start_ms: 8290\n end_ms: 9860\n- text: All my lyricism heads, where y'all at?\n start_ms: 9860\n end_ms: 11740\n- text: Yeah, yeah, uh, uh\n start_ms: 11740\n end_ms: 14080\n- text: I spit fifties and shit 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end_ms: 82100\n- text: What's up?\n start_ms: 82100\n end_ms: 82900\n- text: Rappers hear the rhyme, they slit their wrists up\n start_ms: 82900\n end_ms: 84750\n- text: Do a whole lotta talkin', no rappin' like fisticuffs, uh\n start_ms: 84750\n end_ms: 87850\n- text: Yeah, turn my headphones up\n start_ms: 87850\n end_ms: 89520\n- text: That's all you sayin', but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough\n start_ms: 89520\n end_ms: 92200\n- text: Raw, rugged, and rough, my alter ego Mr. Tough\n start_ms: 92200\n end_ms: 94810\n- text: I'll call your bluff, face-to-face, never snuff\n start_ms: 94810\n end_ms: 97320\n- text: I murder you with predicate, poetic balletic shit\n start_ms: 97320\n end_ms: 99760\n- text: No mercy, 'cause if I grip the mic, they might curse me\n start_ms: 99760\n end_ms: 102200\n- text: Da Vinci flow, 'fore I grip the mic, I'm in control\n start_ms: 102200\n end_ms: 104460\n- text: Before I manifested tendons, I was rhyming as an embryo\n start_ms: 104460\n 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it back\n Stop, I shut it down like a blood clot\n Smoke emcees like a fuckin' bumbaclot\n Mic check, I come to catch wreck\n Death before dishonor, so I'm coming for your neck, ah\n I pop emcees like hymens\n Y'all glass posing as studs, but I'm a diamond\n I reckon you need to listen\n I'm never dissin'\n Unless your shit is wack\n I'll beat you into submission\n Catch me fishin'\n 'Cause I'm eating for a lifetime\n Wisdom in my mind\n I'm a star, watch me shine\n Fucking your bitch from behind\n Record it and hit rewind\n I'm nasty\n Construct rhymes like rhinoplasty\n A hip-hop statute\n Rhymes coming at you\n God bless you\n When I kick wisdom, it never stress you\n Or test you unless you a dumb motherfucker\n All right, we gon' get into it like this\n Said this is mathematic tactics, murder this rap shit\n Intravenously inject my prophylactics\n Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks\n Similar to black ice 'cause the flow so slick\n What's up?\n Rappers hear the rhyme, they 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my lyricism heads, where y'all at?\nYeah, yeah, uh, uh\nI spit fifties and shit hundreds, do shit that's undid\nSpontaneously combust in these bitches' guts\nI get 'em wet, no need to touch\nBreak they back like dutches\nKeep 'em close like the toast I clutch\nNevertheless, I'm never depressed\nI keep feelings suppressed\nOne of the best, but need to listen if I'ma progress\nI'm ready to live, I'm ready to die\nI'm ready to ride for rap\nI said it on a record\nNow I can't take it back\nStop, I shut it down like a blood clot\nSmoke emcees like a fuckin' bumbaclot\nMic check, I come to catch wreck\nDeath before dishonor, so I'm coming for your neck, ah\nI pop emcees like hymens\nY'all glass posing as studs, but I'm a diamond\nI reckon you need to listen\nI'm never dissin'\nUnless your shit is wack\nI'll beat you into submission\nCatch me fishin'\n'Cause I'm eating for a lifetime\nWisdom in my mind\nI'm a star, watch me shine\nFucking your bitch from behind\nRecord it and hit rewind\nI'm nasty\nConstruct rhymes like rhinoplasty\nA hip-hop statute\nRhymes coming at you\nGod bless you\nWhen I kick wisdom, it never stress you\nOr test you unless you a dumb motherfucker\nAll right, we gon' get into it like this\nSaid this is mathematic tactics, murder this rap shit\nIntravenously inject my prophylactics\nInhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks\nSimilar to black ice 'cause the flow so slick\nWhat's up?\nRappers hear the rhyme, they slit their wrists up\nDo a whole lotta talkin', no rappin' like fisticuffs, uh\nYeah, turn my headphones up\nThat's all you sayin', but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough\nRaw, rugged, and rough, my alter ego Mr. Tough\nI'll call your bluff, face-to-face, never snuff\nI murder you with predicate, poetic balletic shit\nNo mercy, 'cause if I grip the mic, they might curse me\nDa Vinci flow, 'fore I grip the mic, I'm in control\nBefore I manifested tendons, I was rhyming as an embryo\nLiving in vertigo, half of these fuckers don't know\nIt's 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blood clot\n[00:35.36] Smoke emcees like a fuckin' bumbaclot\n[00:38.04] Mic check, I come to catch wreck\n[00:40.44] Death before dishonor, so I'm coming for your neck, ah\n[00:43.30] I pop emcees like hymens\n[00:45.49] Y'all glass posing as studs, but I'm a diamond\n[00:47.79] I reckon you need to listen\n[00:49.32] I'm never dissin'\n[00:50.26] Unless your shit is wack\n[00:51.38] I'll beat you into submission\n[00:52.84] Catch me fishin'\n[00:53.82] 'Cause I'm eating for a lifetime\n[00:55.35] Wisdom in my mind\n[00:56.32] I'm a star, watch me shine\n[00:57.54] Fucking your bitch from behind\n[00:58.76] Record it and hit rewind\n[01:00.19] I'm nasty\n[01:01.06] Construct rhymes like rhinoplasty\n[01:02.66] A hip-hop statute\n[01:04.09] Rhymes coming at you\n[01:05.03] God bless you\n[01:05.87] When I kick wisdom, it never stress you\n[01:07.57] Or test you unless you a dumb motherfucker\n[01:10.22] All right, we gon' get into it like this\n[01:12.21] Said this is mathematic tactics, murder this rap shit\n[01:14.92] Intravenously inject my prophylactics\n[01:17.36] Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks\n[01:19.87] Similar to black ice 'cause the flow so slick\n[01:22.10] What's up?\n[01:22.90] Rappers hear the rhyme, they slit their wrists up\n[01:24.75] Do a whole lotta talkin', no rappin' like fisticuffs, uh\n[01:27.85] Yeah, turn my headphones up\n[01:29.52] That's all you sayin', but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough\n[01:32.20] Raw, rugged, and rough, my alter ego Mr. Tough\n[01:34.81] I'll call your bluff, face-to-face, never snuff\n[01:37.32] I murder you with predicate, poetic balletic shit\n[01:39.76] No mercy, 'cause if I grip the mic, they might curse me\n[01:42.20] Da Vinci flow, 'fore I grip the mic, I'm in control\n[01:44.46] Before I manifested tendons, I was rhyming as an embryo\n[01:47.32] Living in vertigo, half of these fuckers don't know\n[01:49.68] It's Logic, heh, I said it's Logic\n[01:52.23] As you can see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours\n[01:57.37] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: BackPack\n artist: Logic\n album: Young, Broke & Infamous\n duration_ms: 149000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, it's Logic, bitch\n start_ms: 40\n end_ms: 2760\n- text: You have interfered with our affairs for the last time\n start_ms: 2760\n end_ms: 6130\n- text: I'ma just go in on this joint right now for y'all\n start_ms: 6130\n end_ms: 8290\n- text: Whoever did this is a real pro\n start_ms: 8290\n end_ms: 9860\n- text: All my lyricism heads, where y'all at?\n start_ms: 9860\n end_ms: 11740\n- text: Yeah, yeah, uh, uh\n start_ms: 11740\n end_ms: 14080\n- text: I spit fifties and shit hundreds, do shit that's undid\n start_ms: 14080\n end_ms: 16480\n- text: Spontaneously combust in these bitches' guts\n start_ms: 16480\n end_ms: 19060\n- text: I get 'em wet, no need to touch\n start_ms: 19060\n end_ms: 20310\n- text: Break they back like dutches\n start_ms: 20310\n end_ms: 21600\n- text: Keep 'em close like the toast I clutch\n start_ms: 21600\n end_ms: 23480\n- text: Nevertheless, I'm never depressed\n start_ms: 23480\n end_ms: 24630\n- text: I keep feelings suppressed\n start_ms: 24630\n end_ms: 25920\n- text: One of the best, but need to listen if I'ma progress\n start_ms: 25920\n end_ms: 28320\n- text: I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die\n start_ms: 28320\n end_ms: 29570\n- text: I'm ready to ride for rap\n start_ms: 29570\n end_ms: 30830\n- text: I said it on a record\n start_ms: 30830\n end_ms: 32010\n- text: Now I can't take it back\n start_ms: 32010\n end_ms: 33090\n- text: Stop, I shut it down like a blood clot\n start_ms: 33090\n end_ms: 35360\n- text: Smoke emcees like a fuckin' bumbaclot\n start_ms: 35360\n end_ms: 38040\n- text: Mic check, I come to catch wreck\n start_ms: 38040\n end_ms: 40440\n- text: Death before dishonor, so I'm coming for your neck, ah\n start_ms: 40440\n end_ms: 43300\n- text: I pop emcees like hymens\n start_ms: 43300\n end_ms: 45490\n- text: Y'all glass posing as studs, but I'm a diamond\n start_ms: 45490\n end_ms: 47790\n- text: I reckon you need to listen\n start_ms: 47790\n end_ms: 49320\n- text: I'm never dissin'\n start_ms: 49320\n end_ms: 50260\n- text: Unless your shit is wack\n start_ms: 50260\n end_ms: 51380\n- text: I'll beat you into submission\n start_ms: 51380\n end_ms: 52840\n- text: Catch me fishin'\n start_ms: 52840\n end_ms: 53820\n- text: '''Cause I''m eating for a lifetime'\n start_ms: 53820\n end_ms: 55350\n- text: Wisdom in my mind\n start_ms: 55350\n end_ms: 56320\n- text: I'm a star, watch me shine\n start_ms: 56320\n end_ms: 57540\n- text: Fucking your bitch from behind\n start_ms: 57540\n end_ms: 58760\n- text: Record it and hit rewind\n start_ms: 58760\n end_ms: 60190\n- text: I'm nasty\n start_ms: 60190\n end_ms: 61060\n- text: Construct rhymes like rhinoplasty\n start_ms: 61060\n end_ms: 62660\n- text: A hip-hop statute\n start_ms: 62660\n end_ms: 64090\n- text: Rhymes coming at you\n start_ms: 64090\n end_ms: 65030\n- text: God bless you\n start_ms: 65030\n end_ms: 65870\n- text: When I kick wisdom, it never stress you\n start_ms: 65870\n end_ms: 67570\n- text: Or test you unless you a dumb motherfucker\n start_ms: 67570\n end_ms: 70220\n- text: All right, we gon' get into it like this\n start_ms: 70220\n end_ms: 72210\n- text: Said this is mathematic tactics, murder this rap shit\n start_ms: 72210\n end_ms: 74920\n- text: Intravenously inject my prophylactics\n start_ms: 74920\n end_ms: 77360\n- text: Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks\n start_ms: 77360\n end_ms: 79870\n- text: Similar to black ice 'cause the flow so slick\n start_ms: 79870\n end_ms: 82100\n- text: What's up?\n start_ms: 82100\n end_ms: 82900\n- text: Rappers hear the rhyme, they slit their wrists up\n start_ms: 82900\n end_ms: 84750\n- text: Do a whole lotta talkin', no rappin' like fisticuffs, uh\n start_ms: 84750\n end_ms: 87850\n- text: Yeah, turn my headphones up\n start_ms: 87850\n end_ms: 89520\n- text: That's all you sayin', but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough\n start_ms: 89520\n end_ms: 92200\n- text: Raw, rugged, and rough, my alter ego Mr. Tough\n start_ms: 92200\n end_ms: 94810\n- text: I'll call your bluff, face-to-face, never snuff\n start_ms: 94810\n end_ms: 97320\n- text: I murder you with predicate, poetic balletic shit\n start_ms: 97320\n end_ms: 99760\n- text: No mercy, 'cause if I grip the mic, they might curse me\n start_ms: 99760\n end_ms: 102200\n- text: Da Vinci flow, 'fore I grip the mic, I'm in control\n start_ms: 102200\n end_ms: 104460\n- text: Before I manifested tendons, I was rhyming as an embryo\n start_ms: 104460\n end_ms: 107320\n- text: Living in vertigo, half of these fuckers don't know\n start_ms: 107320\n end_ms: 109680\n- text: It's Logic, heh, I said it's Logic\n start_ms: 109680\n end_ms: 112230\n- text: As you can see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours\n start_ms: 112230\n end_ms: 117370\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 117370\nplain: |\n Yeah, it's Logic, bitch\n You have interfered with our affairs for the last time\n I'ma just go in on this joint right now for y'all\n Whoever did this is a real pro\n All my lyricism heads, where y'all at?\n Yeah, yeah, uh, uh\n I spit fifties and shit hundreds, do shit that's undid\n Spontaneously combust in these bitches' guts\n I get 'em wet, no need to touch\n Break they back like dutches\n Keep 'em close like the toast I clutch\n Nevertheless, I'm never depressed\n I keep feelings suppressed\n One of the best, but need to listen if I'ma progress\n I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die\n I'm ready to ride for rap\n I said it on a record\n Now I can't take it back\n Stop, I shut it down like a blood clot\n Smoke emcees like a fuckin' bumbaclot\n Mic check, I come to catch wreck\n Death before dishonor, so I'm coming for your neck, ah\n I pop emcees like hymens\n Y'all glass posing as studs, but I'm a diamond\n I reckon you need to listen\n I'm never dissin'\n Unless your shit is wack\n I'll beat you into submission\n Catch me fishin'\n 'Cause I'm eating for a lifetime\n Wisdom in my mind\n I'm a star, watch me shine\n Fucking your bitch from behind\n Record it and hit rewind\n I'm nasty\n Construct rhymes like rhinoplasty\n A hip-hop statute\n Rhymes coming at you\n God bless you\n When I kick wisdom, it never stress you\n Or test you unless you a dumb motherfucker\n All right, we gon' get into it like this\n Said this is mathematic tactics, murder this rap shit\n Intravenously inject my prophylactics\n Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks\n Similar to black ice 'cause the flow so slick\n What's up?\n Rappers hear the rhyme, they slit their wrists up\n Do a whole lotta talkin', no rappin' like fisticuffs, uh\n Yeah, turn my headphones up\n That's all you sayin', but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough\n Raw, rugged, and rough, my alter ego Mr. Tough\n I'll call your bluff, face-to-face, never snuff\n I murder you with predicate, poetic balletic shit\n No mercy, 'cause if I grip the mic, they might curse me\n Da Vinci flow, 'fore I grip the mic, I'm in control\n Before I manifested tendons, I was rhyming as an embryo\n Living in vertigo, half of these fuckers don't know\n It's Logic, heh, I said it's Logic\n As you can see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours\n"}]