[{"id":29771320,"name":"Logic - Carnival (Audio) ft. AZ","trackName":"Logic - Carnival (Audio) ft. AZ","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Vinyl Days","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Funkmaster Flex)\nYeah\nI like this\nIt's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n\nWhat makes an MC? Let's raise this entry\nFor me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\nFace his envy with the grace of Pimp C\nIt's never complicated, the basics been me\nFrom straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\nSchool from the jump to lacin' gently\nConvince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\nBlowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n\nLet's speak about it, I keep a stylist\nFrom eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\nBalance both feet on the concrete\nCalm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\nFrom Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\nLet me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\nIt's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\nYeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\nGuns drawn, where the loot at?\nChillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\nRhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\nShinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\nFull metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\nRappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\nGo bezerk on the beat, machine work\n'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n\nMotherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\nMy money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\nBlack and white like Clerks\nTake 'em to church with the verse\nChoppin' samples with Doc in another universe\nIt's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\nI'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\nPresidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\nMy dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n\nPeep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\nLiterally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\nNow I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\nYou mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\nI rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\nLeave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\nSpend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n\nI'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\nThrough your asshole and choke you with 'em\nI'm sicker than Venom\nI'll murder you like OGs in prison\nDo to child molesters and rapists of women\nI'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\nYou know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\nBars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\nLeave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n\nRidin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\nThis that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\nYou can hate me now, P. Diddy shit\nI started from the bottom, man, I really did\nAnd everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n\nWoo-hoo, woo\nAZ, I heard it, I see it\nLogic, that's a verse\nThat is a verse, that, wow","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] (Funkmaster Flex)\n[00:01.16] Yeah\n[00:02.95] I like this\n[00:04.75] It's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n[00:09.97] What makes an MC? Let's raise this entry\n[00:12.78] For me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\n[00:15.14] Face his envy with the grace of Pimp C\n[00:17.58] It's never complicated, the basics been me\n[00:20.18] From straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\n[00:22.78] School from the jump to lacin' gently\n[00:25.33] Convince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\n[00:28.03] Blowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n[00:31.68] Let's speak about it, I keep a stylist\n[00:33.56] From eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\n[00:36.12] Balance both feet on the concrete\n[00:38.48] Calm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\n[00:41.22] From Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n[00:43.66] 50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\n[00:46.20] Let me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\n[00:48.78] It's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n[00:50.83] Yeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\n[00:52.87] Guns drawn, where the loot at?\n[00:54.46] Chillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\n[00:57.21] Rhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\n[00:59.89] Shinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\n[01:02.44] Full metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\n[01:04.82] Rappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\n[01:07.47] Go bezerk on the beat, machine work\n[01:09.23] 'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n[01:11.93] Motherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\n[01:15.24] My money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\n[01:17.83] Black and white like Clerks\n[01:18.99] Take 'em to church with the verse\n[01:20.29] Choppin' samples with Doc in another universe\n[01:22.39] It's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\n[01:24.66] I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\n[01:27.46] Presidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\n[01:29.83] My dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n[01:32.64] Peep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\n[01:35.45] Literally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n[01:37.53] 'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\n[01:40.18] Now I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\n[01:43.28] You mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\n[01:45.00] I rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\n[01:47.84] Leave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\n[01:50.41] Spend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n[01:53.07] I'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\n[01:55.46] Through your asshole and choke you with 'em\n[01:57.27] I'm sicker than Venom\n[01:58.27] I'll murder you like OGs in prison\n[01:59.74] Do to child molesters and rapists of women\n[02:01.60] I'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\n[02:04.43] You know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\n[02:06.70] Bars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\n[02:08.83] Leave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n[02:11.13] Ridin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\n[02:13.74] This that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\n[02:17.14] You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit\n[02:19.21] I started from the bottom, man, I really did\n[02:21.06] And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n[02:24.58] Woo-hoo, woo\n[02:25.36] AZ, I heard it, I see it\n[02:29.80] Logic, that's a verse\n[02:32.07] That is a verse, that, wow\n[02:33.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Logic - Carnival (Audio) ft. AZ\n artist: Logic\n album: Vinyl Days\n duration_ms: 155000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Funkmaster Flex)\n start_ms: 10\n end_ms: 1160\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 1160\n end_ms: 2950\n- text: I like this\n start_ms: 2950\n end_ms: 4750\n- text: It's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n start_ms: 4750\n end_ms: 9970\n- text: What makes an MC? 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Let's raise this entry\n For me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\n Face his envy with the grace of Pimp C\n It's never complicated, the basics been me\n From straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\n School from the jump to lacin' gently\n Convince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\n Blowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n\n Let's speak about it, I keep a stylist\n From eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\n Balance both feet on the concrete\n Calm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\n From Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n 50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\n Let me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\n It's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\n Yeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\n Guns drawn, where the loot at?\n Chillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\n Rhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\n Shinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\n Full metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\n Rappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\n Go bezerk on the beat, machine work\n 'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n\n Motherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\n My money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\n Black and white like Clerks\n Take 'em to church with the verse\n Choppin' samples with Doc in another universe\n It's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\n I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\n Presidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\n My dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n\n Peep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\n Literally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n 'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\n Now I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\n You mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\n I rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\n Leave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\n Spend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n\n I'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\n Through your asshole and choke you with 'em\n I'm sicker than Venom\n I'll murder you like OGs in prison\n Do to child molesters and rapists of women\n I'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\n You know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\n Bars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\n Leave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n\n Ridin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\n This that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\n You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit\n I started from the bottom, man, I really did\n And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n\n Woo-hoo, woo\n AZ, I heard it, I see it\n Logic, that's a verse\n That is a verse, that, wow\n"},{"id":1575184,"name":"Carnival","trackName":"Carnival","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Vinyl Days","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Funkmaster Flex)\nYeah\nI like this\nIt's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n\nWhat makes an MC? Let's raise this entry\nFor me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\nFace his envy with the grace of Pimp C\nIt's never complicated, the basics been me\nFrom straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\nSchool from the jump to lacin' gently\nConvince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\nBlowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n\nLet's speak about it, I keep a stylist\nFrom eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\nBalance both feet on the concrete\nCalm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\nFrom Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\nLet me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\nIt's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\nYeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\nGuns drawn, where the loot at?\nChillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\nRhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\nShinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\nFull metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\nRappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\nGo bezerk on the beat, machine work\n'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n\nMotherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\nMy money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\nBlack and white like Clerks\nTake 'em to church with the verse\nChoppin' samples with Doc in another universe\nIt's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\nI'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\nPresidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\nMy dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n\nPeep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\nLiterally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\nNow I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\nYou mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\nI rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\nLeave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\nSpend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n\nI'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\nThrough your asshole and choke you with 'em\nI'm sicker than Venom\nI'll murder you like OGs in prison\nDo to child molesters and rapists of women\nI'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\nYou know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\nBars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\nLeave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n\nRidin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\nThis that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\nYou can hate me now, P. Diddy shit\nI started from the bottom, man, I really did\nAnd everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n\nWoo-hoo, woo\nAZ, I heard it, I see it\nLogic, that's a verse\nThat is a verse, that, wow","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] (Funkmaster Flex)\n[00:01.16] Yeah\n[00:02.94] I like this\n[00:04.77] It's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n[00:09.97] What makes an MC? Let's raise this entry\n[00:12.76] For me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\n[00:15.16] Face his envy with the grace of Pimp C\n[00:17.57] It's never complicated, the basics been me\n[00:20.16] From straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\n[00:22.76] School from the jump to lacin' gently\n[00:25.32] Convince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\n[00:28.09] Blowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n[00:31.64] Let's speak about it, I keep a stylist\n[00:33.55] From eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\n[00:36.14] Balance both feet on the concrete\n[00:38.49] Calm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\n[00:41.23] From Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n[00:43.62] 50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\n[00:46.24] Let me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\n[00:48.71] It's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n[00:50.88] Yeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\n[00:52.88] Guns drawn, where the loot at?\n[00:54.42] Chillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\n[00:57.23] Rhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\n[00:59.82] Shinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\n[01:02.42] Full metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\n[01:04.89] Rappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\n[01:07.41] Go bezerk on the beat, machine work\n[01:09.24] 'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n[01:11.97] Motherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\n[01:15.25] My money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\n[01:17.83] Black and white like Clerks\n[01:18.93] Take 'em to church with the verse\n[01:20.28] Choppin' samples with Doc in another universe\n[01:22.39] It's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\n[01:24.60] I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\n[01:27.43] Presidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\n[01:29.86] My dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n[01:32.66] Peep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\n[01:35.50] Literally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n[01:37.53] 'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\n[01:40.19] Now I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\n[01:43.28] You mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\n[01:45.06] I rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\n[01:47.83] Leave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\n[01:50.44] Spend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n[01:53.04] I'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\n[01:55.47] Through your asshole and choke you with 'em\n[01:57.25] I'm sicker than Venom\n[01:58.29] I'll murder you like OGs in prison\n[01:59.79] Do to child molesters and rapists of women\n[02:01.63] I'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\n[02:04.46] You know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\n[02:06.70] Bars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\n[02:08.88] Leave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n[02:11.18] Ridin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\n[02:13.71] This that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\n[02:17.17] You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit\n[02:19.20] I started from the bottom, man, I really did\n[02:21.06] And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n[02:24.54] Woo-hoo, woo\n[02:25.35] AZ, I heard it, I see it\n[02:29.78] Logic, that's a verse\n[02:32.07] That is a verse, that, wow\n[02:33.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Carnival\n artist: Logic\n album: Vinyl Days\n duration_ms: 155000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Funkmaster Flex)\n start_ms: 90\n end_ms: 1160\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 1160\n end_ms: 2940\n- text: I like this\n start_ms: 2940\n end_ms: 4770\n- text: It's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n start_ms: 4770\n end_ms: 9970\n- text: What makes an MC? 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Let's raise this entry\nFor me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\nFace his envy with the grace of Pimp C\nIt's never complicated, the basics been me\nFrom straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\nSchool from the jump to lacin' gently\nConvince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\nBlowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n\nLet's speak about it, I keep a stylist\nFrom eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\nBalance both feet on the concrete\nCalm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\nFrom Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\nLet me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\nIt's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\nYeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\nGuns drawn, where the loot at?\nChillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\nRhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\nShinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\nFull metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\nRappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\nGo bezerk on the beat, machine work\n'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n\nMotherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\nMy money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\nBlack and white like Clerks\nTake 'em to church with the verse\nChoppin' samples with Doc in another universe\nIt's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\nI'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\nPresidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\nMy dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n\nPeep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\nLiterally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\nNow I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\nYou mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\nI rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\nLeave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\nSpend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n\nI'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\nThrough your asshole and choke you with 'em\nI'm sicker than Venom\nI'll murder you like OGs in prison\nDo to child molesters and rapists of women\nI'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\nYou know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\nBars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\nLeave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n\nRidin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\nThis that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\nYou can hate me now, P. 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Let's raise this entry\nFor me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\nFace his envy with the grace of Pimp C\nIt's never complicated, the basics been me\nFrom straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\nSchool from the jump to lacin' gently\nConvince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\nBlowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n\nLet's speak about it, I keep a stylist\nFrom eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\nBalance both feet on the concrete\nCalm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\nFrom Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\nLet me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\nIt's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\nYeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\nGuns drawn, where the loot at?\nChillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\nRhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\nShinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\nFull metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\nRappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\nGo bezerk on the beat, machine work\n'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n\nMotherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\nMy money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\nBlack and white like Clerks\nTake 'em to church with the verse\nChoppin' samples with Doc in another universe\nIt's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\nI'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\nPresidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\nMy dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n\nPeep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\nLiterally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\nNow I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\nYou mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\nI rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\nLeave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\nSpend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n\nI'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\nThrough your asshole and choke you with 'em\nI'm sicker than Venom\nI'll murder you like OGs in prison\nDo to child molesters and rapists of women\nI'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\nYou know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\nBars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\nLeave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n\nRidin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\nThis that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\nYou can hate me now, P. 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Let's raise this entry\nFor me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\nFace his envy with the grace of Pimp C\nIt's never complicated, the basics been me\nFrom straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\nSchool from the jump to lacin' gently\nConvince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\nBlowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n\nLet's speak about it, I keep a stylist\nFrom eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\nBalance both feet on the concrete\nCalm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\nFrom Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\nLet me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\nIt's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\nYeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\nGuns drawn, where the loot at?\nChillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\nRhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\nShinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\nFull metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\nRappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\nGo bezerk on the beat, machine work\n'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n\nMotherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\nMy money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\nBlack and white like Clerks\nTake 'em to church with the verse\nChoppin' samples with Doc in another universe\nIt's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\nI'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\nPresidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\nMy dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n\nPeep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\nLiterally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\nNow I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\nYou mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\nI rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\nLeave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\nSpend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n\nI'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\nThrough your asshole and choke you with 'em\nI'm sicker than Venom\nI'll murder you like OGs in prison\nDo to child molesters and rapists of women\nI'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\nYou know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\nBars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\nLeave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n\nRidin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\nThis that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\nYou can hate me now, P. 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Let's raise this entry\nFor me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\nFace his envy with the grace of Pimp C\nIt's never complicated, the basics been me\nFrom straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\nSchool from the jump to lacin' gently\nConvince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\nBlowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\nLet's speak about it, I keep a stylist\nFrom eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's palace\nBalance both feet on the concrete\nCalm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\nFrom Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\nFifty grand disperse, never plan for the worst\nLet me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\nIt's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\nYeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\nGuns drawn, where the loot at?\nChillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\nRhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\nShinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\nFull metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\nRappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\nGo bezerk on the beat, machine work\n'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\nMotherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\nMy money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\nBlack and white like Clerks\nTake 'em to church with the verse\nChoppin' samples with Doc in another universe\nIt's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\nI'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\nPresidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\nMy dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\nPeep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\nLiterally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\nNow I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\nYou mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\nI rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\nLeave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\nSpend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\nI'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen through your asshole\nAnd choke you with 'em\nI'm sicker than Venom\nI'll murder you like OGs in prison do to\nChild molesters and rapists of women\nI'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\nYou know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\nBars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\nLeave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\nRidin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\nThis that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\nYou can hate me now, P. 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Diddy shit\n[02:19.22] I started from the bottom, man, I really did\n[02:21.04] And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n[02:24.50] Woo-hoo, woo\n[02:25.30] AZ, I heard it, I see it\n[02:29.81] Logic, that's a verse\n[02:32.02] That is a verse, that, wow\n[02:34.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Carnival\n artist: Logic, AZ\n album: Vinyl Days\n duration_ms: 155000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Funkmaster Flex)\n start_ms: 80\n end_ms: 1160\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 1160\n end_ms: 2940\n- text: I like this\n start_ms: 2940\n end_ms: 4790\n- text: It's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n start_ms: 4790\n end_ms: 9940\n- text: What makes an MC? 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Diddy shit\n I started from the bottom, man, I really did\n And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n\n Woo-hoo, woo\n AZ, I heard it, I see it\n Logic, that's a verse\n That is a verse, that— wow\n Woah\n"},{"id":1186502,"name":"Carnival (ft. AZ)","trackName":"Carnival (ft. AZ)","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Vinyl Days","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Funkmaster Flex)\nYeah\nI like this\nIt's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n\nWhat makes an MC? Let's raise this entry\nFor me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\nFace his envy with the grace of Pimp C\nIt's never complicated, the basics been me\nFrom straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\nSchool from the jump to lacin' gently\nConvince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\nBlowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n\nLet's speak about it, I keep a stylist\nFrom eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\nBalance both feet on the concrete\nCalm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\nFrom Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\nLet me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\nIt's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\nYeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\nGuns drawn, where the loot at?\nChillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\nRhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\nShinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\nFull metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\nRappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\nGo bezerk on the beat, machine work\n'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n\nMotherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\nMy money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\nBlack and white like Clerks\nTake 'em to church with the verse\nChoppin' samples with Doc in another universe\nIt's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\nI'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\nPresidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\nMy dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n\nPeep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\nLiterally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\nNow I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\nYou mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\nI rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\nLeave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\nSpend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n\nI'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\nThrough your asshole and choke you with 'em\nI'm sicker than Venom\nI'll murder you like OGs in prison\nDo to child molesters and rapists of women\nI'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\nYou know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\nBars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\nLeave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n\nRidin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\nThis that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\nYou can hate me now, P. 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Let's raise this entry\nFor me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\nFace his envy with the grace of Pimp C\nIt's never complicated, the basics been me\nFrom straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\nSchool from the jump to lacin' gently\nConvince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\nBlowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n\nLet's speak about it, I keep a stylist\nFrom eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\nBalance both feet on the concrete\nCalm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\nFrom Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\nLet me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\nIt's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\nYeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\nGuns drawn, where the loot at?\nChillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\nRhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\nShinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\nFull metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\nRappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\nGo bezerk on the beat, machine work\n'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n\nMotherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\nMy money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\nBlack and white like Clerks\nTake 'em to church with the verse\nChoppin' samples with Doc in another universe\nIt's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\nI'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\nPresidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\nMy dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n\nPeep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\nLiterally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\nNow I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\nYou mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\nI rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\nLeave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\nSpend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n\nI'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\nThrough your asshole and choke you with 'em\nI'm sicker than Venom\nI'll murder you like OGs in prison\nDo to child molesters and rapists of women\nI'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\nYou know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\nBars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\nLeave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n\nRidin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\nThis that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\nYou can hate me now, P. 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Let's raise this entry\nFor me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\nFace his envy with the grace of Pimp C\nIt's never complicated, the basics been me\nFrom straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\nSchool from the jump to lacin' gently\nConvince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\nBlowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n\nLet's speak about it, I keep a stylist\nFrom eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\nBalance both feet on the concrete\nCalm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\nFrom Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\nLet me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\nIt's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\nYeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\nGuns drawn, where the loot at?\nChillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\nRhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\nShinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\nFull metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\nRappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\nGo bezerk on the beat, machine work\n'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n\nMotherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\nMy money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\nBlack and white like Clerks\nTake 'em to church with the verse\nChoppin' samples with Doc in another universe\nIt's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\nI'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\nPresidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\nMy dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n\nPeep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\nLiterally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\nNow I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\nYou mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\nI rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\nLeave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\nSpend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n\nI'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\nThrough your asshole and choke you with 'em\nI'm sicker than Venom\nI'll murder you like OGs in prison\nDo to child molesters and rapists of women\nI'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\nYou know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\nBars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\nLeave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n\nRidin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\nThis that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\nYou can hate me now, P. 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Let's raise this entry\n For me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\n Face his envy with the grace of Pimp C\n It's never complicated, the basics been me\n From straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\n School from the jump to lacin' gently\n Convince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\n Blowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n Let's speak about it, I keep a stylist\n From eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's palace\n Balance both feet on the concrete\n Calm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\n From Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n Fifty grand disperse, never plan for the worst\n Let me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\n It's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\n Yeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\n Guns drawn, where the loot at?\n Chillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\n Rhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\n Shinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\n Full metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\n Rappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\n Go bezerk on the beat, machine work\n 'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n Motherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\n My money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\n Black and white like Clerks\n Take 'em to church with the verse\n Choppin' samples with Doc in another universe\n It's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\n I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\n Presidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\n My dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n Peep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\n Literally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n 'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\n Now I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\n You mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\n I rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\n Leave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\n Spend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n I'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen through your asshole\n And choke you with 'em\n I'm sicker than Venom\n I'll murder you like OGs in prison do to\n Child molesters and rapists of women\n I'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\n You know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\n Bars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\n Leave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n Ridin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\n This that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\n You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit\n I started from the bottom, man, I really did\n And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n\n Woo-hoo, woo\n AZ, I heard it, I see it\n Logic, that's a verse\n That is a verse, that— wow\n Woah\n"},{"id":1087113,"name":"Carnival (feat. AZ)","trackName":"Carnival (feat. AZ)","artistName":"Logic feat. AZ","albumName":"Vinyl Days","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Funkmaster Flex)\nYeah\nI like this\nIt's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n\nWhat makes an MC? Let's raise this entry\nFor me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\nFace his envy with the grace of Pimp C\nIt's never complicated, the basics been me\nFrom straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\nSchool from the jump to lacin' gently\nConvince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\nBlowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n\nLet's speak about it, I keep a stylist\nFrom eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\nBalance both feet on the concrete\nCalm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\nFrom Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\nLet me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\nIt's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\nYeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\nGuns drawn, where the loot at?\nChillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\nRhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\nShinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\nFull metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\nRappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\nGo bezerk on the beat, machine work\n'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n\nMotherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\nMy money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\nBlack and white like Clerks\nTake 'em to church with the verse\nChoppin' samples with Doc in another universe\nIt's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\nI'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\nPresidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\nMy dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n\nPeep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\nLiterally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\nNow I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\nYou mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\nI rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\nLeave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\nSpend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n\nI'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\nThrough your asshole and choke you with 'em\nI'm sicker than Venom\nI'll murder you like OGs in prison\nDo to child molesters and rapists of women\nI'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\nYou know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\nBars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\nLeave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n\nRidin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\nThis that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\nYou can hate me now, P. Diddy shit\nI started from the bottom, man, I really did\nAnd everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n\nWoo-hoo, woo\nAZ, I heard it, I see it\nLogic, that's a verse\nThat is a verse, that, wow","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] (Funkmaster Flex)\n[00:01.16] Yeah\n[00:02.94] I like this\n[00:04.77] It's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n[00:09.97] What makes an MC? 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Diddy shit\n[02:19.20] I started from the bottom, man, I really did\n[02:21.06] And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n[02:24.54] Woo-hoo, woo\n[02:25.35] AZ, I heard it, I see it\n[02:29.78] Logic, that's a verse\n[02:32.07] That is a verse, that, wow\n[02:33.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Carnival (feat. AZ)\n artist: Logic feat. AZ\n album: Vinyl Days\n duration_ms: 155000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Funkmaster Flex)\n start_ms: 90\n end_ms: 1160\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 1160\n end_ms: 2940\n- text: I like this\n start_ms: 2940\n end_ms: 4770\n- text: It's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n start_ms: 4770\n end_ms: 9970\n- text: What makes an MC? 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Diddy shit\n I started from the bottom, man, I really did\n And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n\n Woo-hoo, woo\n AZ, I heard it, I see it\n Logic, that's a verse\n That is a verse, that, wow\n"},{"id":5713103,"name":"Carnival [feat. AZ] [Explicit]","trackName":"Carnival [feat. AZ] [Explicit]","artistName":"Logic feat. AZ","albumName":"Vinyl Days [Explicit]","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Funkmaster Flex)\nYeah\nI like this\nIt's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n\nWhat makes an MC? Let's raise this entry\nFor me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy\nFace his envy with the grace of Pimp C\nIt's never complicated, the basics been me\nFrom straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys\nSchool from the jump to lacin' gently\nConvince me, who cooler out in Aruba?\nBlowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer\n\nLet's speak about it, I keep a stylist\nFrom eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's Palace\nBalance both feet on the concrete\nCalm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach\nFrom Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks\n50 grand disperse, never plan for the worst\nLet me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it\nIt's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment\n\nYeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that\nGuns drawn, where the loot at?\nChillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack\nRhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick\nShinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork\nFull metal jacket got you walkin' awkward\nRappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk\nGo bezerk on the beat, machine work\n'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?\n\nMotherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network\nMy money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse\nBlack and white like Clerks\nTake 'em to church with the verse\nChoppin' samples with Doc in another universe\nIt's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel\nI'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble\nPresidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle\nMy dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess\n\nPeep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy\nLiterally, no way you could ever get rid of me\n'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage\nNow I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch\nYou mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it\nI rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it\nLeave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated\nSpend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated\n\nI'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen\nThrough your asshole and choke you with 'em\nI'm sicker than Venom\nI'll murder you like OGs in prison\nDo to child molesters and rapists of women\nI'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'\nYou know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em\nBars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em\nLeave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden\n\nRidin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit\nThis that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit\nYou can hate me now, P. Diddy shit\nI started from the bottom, man, I really did\nAnd everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n\nWoo-hoo, woo\nAZ, I heard it, I see it\nLogic, that's a verse\nThat is a verse, that, wow","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] (Funkmaster Flex)\n[00:01.16] Yeah\n[00:02.94] I like this\n[00:04.77] It's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n[00:09.97] What makes an MC? 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Diddy shit\n[02:19.20] I started from the bottom, man, I really did\n[02:21.06] And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n[02:24.54] Woo-hoo, woo\n[02:25.35] AZ, I heard it, I see it\n[02:29.78] Logic, that's a verse\n[02:32.07] That is a verse, that, wow\n[02:33.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Carnival [feat. AZ] [Explicit]\n artist: Logic feat. AZ\n album: Vinyl Days [Explicit]\n duration_ms: 155000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Funkmaster Flex)\n start_ms: 90\n end_ms: 1160\n- text: Yeah\n start_ms: 1160\n end_ms: 2940\n- text: I like this\n start_ms: 2940\n end_ms: 4770\n- text: It's like, like creepin' up on 'em\n start_ms: 4770\n end_ms: 9970\n- text: What makes an MC? 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Diddy shit\n I started from the bottom, man, I really did\n And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it\n\n Woo-hoo, woo\n AZ, I heard it, I see it\n Logic, that's a verse\n That is a verse, that, wow\n"}]