[{"id":3685882,"name":"PRhyme","trackName":"PRhyme","artistName":"PRhyme","albumName":"PRhyme","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Gather around, gather around\nWitness the memoirs of 5'9 being read as he sees it fit\nPolice sirens behind him while he's driving\nInstantly causes butterflies in his stomach even though he's legit\n\nNow brothers and sisters, they have not stopped\n\nIt's about to hit the fan - what is this?\nShit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick\n\nJust another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic\nI still write, like it's my son was born knight\nI'm tired of swinging on these niggas, man, these niggas can't even fight\nI'm a casual sneaker head, I don't need them bleeding on my Nikes\n(Uh) Marshall said that I'd be a problem, if I get my shit right\nThat if, is probably the biggest if I ever live by\nWhich is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just skip by\nI needed to be inebriated, to prevent me from getting shy\nThat's better than getting shot, that's a much more healthier ending\nI'm running this race all by myself, my competition is in the \"Selfie Olympic\"s\n\nComing back with a vengeance, in LV of vintage\nAnybody got a problem with me winning this shit, shall be offended\n\nPRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime\nThe crown is on, that's how you determine a don\nPRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime\nI ain't never falling off\n\nThen the car pulls up on the side of me\nAn attractive woman is in it eyeing me trying to get my attention\nBut I just play the victim like \"what do you want from me?\"\nThen I pull off like ERR, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga...\nYou don't know what it feels like to be tired of fucking these hoes\nIt's just hard to stay alive these days\nI can't end up on no more collages on bitches' IG pages\nThey see these cars then they want to be reality TV stars\nJust another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic\nI still write like it's my son was born knight\nI'm tired of cheating on my wife, man, these bitches just ain't right\nCan't even kiss them in their mouths\nToo many dicks been in their diet\nMe and Chris we veterans, but when youngins call you vet\nYou start to feel like Hardaway with that UTEP, two step\nThey come in the league like A.I\nWith that they new look and that crossover\nMove, and they make that old shit seem useless\nBut I'm balling, I can afford to hire somebody\n\nTo try to break all of their legs like Tonya Harding\nSeem like they fans be like \"fuck honesty\"\nMy favorite rapper was signed to Duck Down\nTheirs signed to the Duck Dynasty\n\nPRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime\nThe crown is on, that's how you determine a don\nPRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime\nI ain't never falling off\n\nMake your money, my nigga, get your money\nBut don't let the shit make you, now deal with that\nI lost a whole bunch of money, chasing bitches\nBut I never lost no bitches chasing money, how real is that?\nOnly time, a woman made a man a millionaire\nWas when that man was a former billionaire, how trill is that?\nMy nigga, get you a fly chick and a drop top\nAnd when she piss you off, do me a favor\nHop in that bitch and peel it back, I already got one\nAll these bitches be doing, is playing musical chairs\nWith different rappers' front seats, without calling shotgun\nFace it, you're a ho, as God as my witness\nThat paper's my litmus, I take it, then I dip with it\nThen I wait for the result, and the verdict is in\nNow that I'm sober niggas is saying it's over\nCouple of niggas had to off 'em\nCouple of bitches mad cause I'm off 'em\nEither that, or they think that my life is so good, my nights be sunny\nOh, he's only been so quiet\nCause he been spending that \"Lighters\" money\nMan, these people spend too much time predicting\nWhat's on your mind, up until the time you're non-existent\nIn the midst of all my success and my failures\nI'm just out here struggling, guess that's what happens in 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casual sneaker head, I don't need them bleeding on my Nikes\n(Uh) Marshall said that I'd be a problem, if I get my shit right\nThat if, is probably the biggest if I ever live by\nWhich is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just skip by\nI needed to be inebriated, to prevent me from getting shy\nThat's better than getting shot, that's a much more healthier ending\nI'm running this race all by myself, my competition is in the \"Selfie Olympic\"s\n\nComing back with a vengeance, in LV of vintage\nAnybody got a problem with me winning this shit, shall be offended\n\nPRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime\nThe crown is on, that's how you determine a don\nPRhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent prime\nI ain't never falling off\n\nThen the car pulls up on the side of me\nAn attractive woman is in it eyeing me trying to get my attention\nBut I just play the victim like \"what do you want from me?\"\nThen I pull off like ERR, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga...\nYou don't know what it feels like to 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No\nI walk by so-called tough guy\nWatch him pass me nervous after I passed him\nHe gon' get with the street life or\nHe gon' turn the other cheek like a half done ass job\nSitting right in front of a plastic surgeon\nThen I jump in the black suburban\nSnatch the curtain, wrapping your R&B act in it\nAfter I squeeze 21 entries\nAnd it ain't no need to ask for IDs\nI'm certain that if you offend me then it shall get windy\nAnd that's right before the Mac 10 is working, click\nAnd it ain't no irony in the fact that I am giving you fire\nAnd that fire comes after the earth when, whew\nPreme in his prime, I'm in my prime\n(\"You know it can never be imitated\") (\"Shout outs to Royce\")","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.63] I'm sending my killers to the store for Patron and Danish\n[00:07.26] My nigga, my nigga, I would go get it myself, but I'm famous\n[00:10.05] And I ain't never changing, I'm never done paying my dues\n[00:13.76] My mind frame is \"I'm forever making my payments\"\n[00:16.56] I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in\n[00:20.23] No snatching though, watch what you put my fucking name in\n[00:22.98] Kind of like an armless actor playing an action role\n[00:25.75] I'm out on the west copping like Axel Foley, ask the police\n[00:30.34] But at least I'm active though\n[00:32.15] I bought my bitch an ass then wrote it off on my taxes\n[00:34.03] Listed it as an independent backing like Macklemore\n[00:37.74] Half of my clique is bastards\n[00:39.56] The other half of my clique don't know half of the kids they having\n[00:42.28] Savage, that's average though\n[00:45.15] Like 30k a year spent on yeast\n[00:47.86] In order to walk in the streets\n[00:48.74] In my shoes, you're gon need Flintstone feet\n[00:50.57] And room for baggage, and room in your Nikes\n[00:52.35] So they can hypothetically tag your toe\n[00:57.05] Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more about rhyme no more\n[00:58.87] Cause I'm so raw\n[01:01.55] Will I win? ain't an if, it's a when\n[01:03.45] Kind of like asking \"what time is karma gon find Solar\"\n[01:06.22] So tomorrow, in hindsight, if you an artist, death's near, the fans know\n[01:09.87] What you draw falls on deaf ears like Van Gogh\n[01:11.74] I chose rap glory over the stratosphere\n[01:14.55] No plaques or a trophy, I already have them here\n[01:18.24] (Let's go, Preem)\n[01:19.10] I'm just trying to leave my mark but I've got the same backstory as a tatted tear\n[01:21.93] The kind of frame I prefer to see the world through\n[01:24.65] Don't ask me nothing about Budden\n[01:26.48] I suppose I propose to all my girls too\n[01:28.36] I'm in the Forbes in in a pearl suit\n[01:30.15] Bitches know the score like Sheryl Swoopes\n[01:31.95] You know they say that you dying if you ain't living good\n[01:33.85] I'm dumping a hit man's salary worth of quarters down the world's largest wishing well\n[01:35.64] Wishing a nigga would\n[01:39.33] (Wishing a nigga would)\n[01:41.24] Ladies and gentlemen\n[01:43.05] I think my record speaks for itself\n[01:43.97] A rival of survival, idle movement and chatter\n[01:47.71] We was stepping in the Chi before we knew the ladder\n[01:50.46] Climb up till your time's up, but daily reminder\n[01:53.23] My daily operation is to spark the population\n[01:57.84] Salutation to the nation of the Nubians and hooligans\n[02:02.35] That knew me when we was boxing niggas up in Julian\n[02:06.01] The bond that I have with the Quran and the math\n[02:07.85] Supreme talk, I'm walking a king's walk\n[02:09.64] Watch it vibrate, while I take the wings off\n[02:13.31] Straight out of Chitown where they get that lean off\n[02:16.97] Fiends cough for serum, hitters rally rally like it's Durham\n[02:20.64] You in Illinois, we don't know what can cure 'em\n[02:25.23] I'm sicker than most of them from the 'Go so the flow don't end\n[02:26.15] Come get it bae like you from Oakland\n[02:28.02] I'm in the building and this my grand opening\n[02:31.67] I'm posturing with them niggas that were supposed to been\n[02:33.57] Doper than more pussy than fallopian\n[02:38.16] These are the sounds of days that are passed\n[02:39.98] Kick in the door waving the .44\n[02:40.94] K's in the floorboards, stays in the Waldorf\n[02:43.64] I will board a jet cheap, fly the way for sure to get deep\n[02:46.36] To show your crew my immortal technique\n[02:48.23] I'll elaborate, sixteen pistols and extendos\n[02:50.94] Hidden inside three or four twelve hundred crates\n[02:52.84] If we at war, I'll exaggerate\n[02:53.75] Sweep up the streets till the clique clean\n[02:56.50] Shoot you while we watch the tables turn like a twig scene\n[02:58.35] Street sweeper, knock his head clean off his body\n[02:59.24] Then keep sweeping long enough to clean off his body\n[03:01.15] Lean off the bottle then fly a nigga queen off to Cabo\n[03:06.65] Then have her feeding me papayas and grapes, I'm an acquired taste\n[03:09.46] If you don't like me, acquire some taste\n[03:11.26] And all I talk about is murdering\n[03:13.95] All you do is test pros, I'll shoot you while you protest\n[03:14.91] Shout to all my brothers and my sisters out in Ferguson\n[03:17.65] The police want us shot\n[03:18.53] And you gon be the next to drop in front of that donut shop\n[03:23.14] We record a new dimension of history\n[03:25.03] I kick my habits of visvims\n[03:27.76] Sneakers and developed into the new now\n[03:28.67] When animal planet\n[03:30.55] I got me a plaque and a grammy while i'm going zoo now\n[03:31.48] Me still being irrelevant\n[03:33.35] Then became the elephant in the room now\n[03:35.18] (Is he ever gonna fall off?) 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Fuck 'em all\nDrake rhyme about these bitches, I just fuck 'em all\nA hundred guns, jeans big enough to tuck 'em all\nBanana clips, fully automatic, you can't duck 'em all\nCause when it's gats involved, bodies'll fall\nFrom the sky, could really be rainin' cats and dogs\nIt's Joey, nicer than any rapper you rockin' to\nCall a spade a spade, nigga try to follow suit\nI'm tryna murder the microphone\nBring it back to life, I murder that microphone\nToo many big dogs, not enough barkin' yet\n(That was part uno, this is part two though)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.03] This is the pick up line, I got to big up mine\n[00:19.75] I'm handlin' you frauds\n[00:21.63] These wounded ass niggas, I rap circles around 'em\n[00:24.69] I'm bandages and gauze\n[00:26.29] Crooked trap 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em\n[00:29.39] But I'm havin' a menage\n[00:30.86] Fuckin' with the rap game, and the trap game\n[00:33.26] I'm managin' my odds\n[00:34.43] Man these rappers out here reachin', your arms are too short\n[00:36.74] Take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods\n[00:39.54] Slaughterhouse, we the military in this bitch\n[00:42.02] Fuck every Tom, Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah\n[00:44.57] Fuck your apology, I'ma be on astrology shit\n[00:47.28] March into war like Aries in this bitch, yeah\n[00:49.60] You call it light work, nigga this is my life's work\n[00:51.94] I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm writin' Ike's verse\n[00:54.60] Toe taggin' this mothafucka, I don't think Joe Jackson\n[00:57.07] And Buster Douglas could ever do a mic worse\n[01:00.26] I'm tryna murder the microphone\n[01:02.87] I'm tryna murder the microphone\n[01:04.47] If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?\n[01:07.03] That was part uno, this is part two though\n[01:09.20] This the difference between y'all niggas and real rap\n[01:11.93] The competition fell back, niggas ask\n[01:14.00] How much did I use to drink\n[01:15.73] I tell 'em off the top of my head about a gallon\n[01:18.03] Kinda like Pharrell's hat\n[01:19.34] But all jokes aside like I ordered fries\n[01:21.35] I'm liable to store somebody's corpse in the closet, I'm organized\n[01:24.41] Before police was interrogatin', I was livin' the story of my life\n[01:27.56] And Morgan Freeman was narratin'\n[01:29.28] (Say it again) I'm 5'9\", not an inch taller\n[01:31.76] 'Fore all of the jewelry, I've been baller\n[01:33.59] Before niggas was hypebeasts, my niggas was bike thiefs\n[01:36.47] You let it out your sight and they take it to sight see\n[01:38.65] Same shit, another nigga gotta die today\n[01:41.48] My bitch gone (why) we ain't ever goin' out on dates\n[01:43.84] (Why) we ain't vacayin' out of state\n[01:45.62] Whinin' all the time, all she do was holler\n[01:47.62] We ain't like a Pagan holiday\n[01:49.18] Rappers will, be actin' ill\n[01:51.07] Knowing they daffodils\n[01:52.24] I take the word \"lyrical\" and flip it backwards\n[01:54.26] And that says \"laciryl\"\n[01:55.85] And that's exactly how I feel\n[01:57.24] Shout out to Guru, I got the mass appeal\n[01:59.60] I'm tryna murder the microphone\n[02:02.16] I'm tryna murder the microphone\n[02:03.91] I'll give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up\n[02:06.37] (That was part uno, this is part two though)\n[02:08.53] Oh you don't, don't let me learn yah\n[02:10.38] I body the beat and watch it skip, call it m-murda\n[02:12.81] The nerve of anyone who ain't heard of\n[02:14.84] The gang that don't tweet simultaneous for the sake of the sermon\n[02:17.82] (House Gang what up!)\n[02:18.81] Other groups basic mergers\n[02:20.46] We extort 'em from a distance, takin' it further\n[02:22.97] Drama could be all yours, why you want a war for?\n[02:25.25] You can't go at uno, mothafucka, that's a draw 4\n[02:28.01] We started out as just a feature on a Joe joint\n[02:30.98] Fuck around now, you on the bleachers soon as Joe point\n[02:33.52] Brothers for real, I can honestly say\n[02:35.20] If you come at me, they'll be 3 dots on you while I'm still typin'\n[02:38.53] Meet fire, street fighters when this pen's writin'\n[02:40.92] Shady, you go through us to get to Em, Bison\n[02:43.57] (Come on, crook, you wildin' again)\n[02:45.39] Nah Joe, these niggas stupid, boy we do this shit\n[02:47.70] I'm tryna murder the microphone\n[02:51.51] I'm tryna murder the microphone\n[02:53.42] Too many frogs go \"ribbet\" but never leave lilies\n[02:55.92] (That was part uno, this is part two though)\n[02:58.00] These niggas might play cray, try slay me\n[03:00.29] Off my mic vacay, call it right, it's mayday\n[03:03.06] Right footed melee, strapped a light AK\n[03:05.56] Every bar get in the face like Ice JJ\n[03:08.14] Do it for Em, my squad do it for bundles\n[03:10.31] Could've been copped the Phantom, bought the Benz bein' humble\n[03:12.87] Still, the nickel plate is known to get 'em situated\n[03:15.11] It's return fire, even when Joey initiate it\n[03:17.72] How I feel about these rap niggas? 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(Yes)\nNo more days like those\nYou should know","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.84] Rock, rock, rock on\n[00:08.51] Rock, rock, rock on\n[00:10.57] I'm going to tell you the truth, whether you like it or not\n[00:13.78] Can I prove it? (Yes)\n[00:16.06] No more days like those\n[00:20.49] Allow me to put some sense on you coons\n[00:22.87] Too much success, um, here comes your doom\n[00:25.75] They told you niggas the sky's the limit\n[00:27.88] Then they turn around and tell you that there's footprints on the moon\n[00:30.84] You rise to fame and die, so they can say that you barely won\n[00:34.53] And they keep your masters, your kids become bastards\n[00:36.92] Having to ask executives for their daddy records\n[00:39.48] Sounding like Blind Mellow Jelly son\n[00:41.57] Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent\n[00:43.44] I might go diving inside a fine female on the Maldives island\n[00:47.36] I vow to never fail my phonics until I'm real iconic\n[00:50.45] And you can throw me in a cell, I got it\n[00:52.94] I go to jail bout eight, go \"oh well\" then post bail 'bout nine-ish\n[00:56.90] I treat that bitch like it's a hotel, check in it then check out it\n[01:00.16] Then tell my niggas, let the rest doubt it\n[01:02.21] These rap niggas bugged out like divas\n[01:04.48] They drugged out thugged out receivers\n[01:06.43] I meet them at their stash place, heat them\n[01:07.98] Then tell them they better drag race the fuck away from me\n[01:10.51] Or get their mug shot like Bieber\n[01:12.45] I catch him at the bus stop while he reading\n[01:14.82] This .45 will give him the same hollow Lux got\n[01:17.71] I represent the must-haves and whatnots\n[01:19.97] Niggas that used to cut class to touch cash and buck shots\n[01:22.66] You should know\n[01:25.45] (But you don't really want nothing)\n[01:27.91] You should know\n[01:30.37] (Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)\n[01:32.92] You should know\n[01:34.39] (So what you saying yo?)\n[01:35.73] (Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)\n[01:38.12] You should know\n[01:40.87] (Fuck the whole world)\n[01:42.79] Freedom or jail, clips inserted\n[01:44.20] A baby's being born, same time a man is murdered\n[01:46.61] The beginning and end\n[01:47.92] You on a block playing killer with your knife\n[01:50.02] Without a gun, you're an option\n[01:51.40] Be cut out for the game\n[01:52.29] Or they're gon' play rock, paper, scissors with your life\n[01:54.46] I'm usually more spiritual at night\n[01:56.26] 'Cause murder's in the air more like a Pippen Nike\n[01:58.84] Whipping white, the white American kryptonite\n[02:01.01] Living a scripted life\n[02:02.77] A different picket, different type\n[02:04.01] Whoever fixing chicken rice, I'll spend the night\n[02:06.42] In the morning, go home to my wife\n[02:08.34] Before she try and sell my shit\n[02:09.65] 99 percent sure that she gon' try and smell my dick\n[02:12.31] Thirsty niggas is praying to hell, I slip\n[02:14.35] The baddest bitches, the last bitches you would've ever imagined\n[02:17.58] Would've had chlamydia getting dragged to cities\n[02:20.14] City after city niggas paying cash for the love of ass and titties\n[02:24.86] You should know\n[02:28.05] (But you don't really want nothing)\n[02:29.99] You should know\n[02:31.82] (Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)\n[02:35.26] You should know\n[02:36.07] (So what you saying yo?)\n[02:37.46] (Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)\n[02:40.06] You should know\n[02:41.61] (Fuck the whole world)\n[02:43.57] (Pick it up)\n[02:45.33] I don't know why y'all so highly regarded\n[02:47.20] You rhyme like you're borderline mildly retarded\n[02:49.37] I show you what my father done started\n[02:51.15] A rhyme on a god-level, the godliest artist\n[02:53.52] Y'all follow artists who target their audience\n[02:55.70] But not me, I target the artist, follow the target\n[02:58.15] Holding a strap, pointing it at sinners\n[03:00.21] And that's when I tell them, like Kobe to Shaq\n[03:02.17] You lazy and I'm tired of your jogging\n[03:04.01] Shoot at their feet 'til the dance start\n[03:05.86] I'm going H.A.M. in the slaughterhouse\n[03:07.78] Fuck you and your damn charts\n[03:09.19] And your 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I'm going crazy\n  start_ms: 151170\n  end_ms: 153710\n  words:\n  - text: 'How '\n    start_ms: 151170\n  - text: 'lucky '\n    start_ms: 151290\n  - text: 'am '\n    start_ms: 151630\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 151810\n  - text: 'to '\n    start_ms: 151870\n  - text: 'still '\n    start_ms: 152010\n  - text: 'be '\n    start_ms: 152290\n  - text: 'alive? 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Should've just remained dancers\nIt's better odds than countin' cards at the Luxor...\nCarbon fiber, black mask, askin' what the fuck tux for\nDeluxe war, to whom it may concern\nIt's too late to burn, DOOM, you wait your turn\n\nHey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin'\n(These are my highs and lows)\nYou've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation\n(No matter where we go)\nIf you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'\nBut we ain't sang you a lullaby\n(I got no love in my heart for the other side)\nB-b-bye, bye, bye\n\nI remember bein' broke, playin' Little Brother out my mother whip\nNow I got some shit look like the mothership\nNow my little brother got my other whip\nHavin' to return it back to me...\nIs exactly what he think the meanin' of struggle is\nPeople compliment my grind, they wonder how I stay this clean\nComin' from Michigan, you don't seem to age\nThat's cause I don't whine about the state of things\nHatin' on others'll get you old quick\nSo I just salute and let my flow switch\nTakin' my shit to the highest of levels\nCombinin' everythin' that I have developed since '99\nMy style just seems to get better and better and better\nHoppin' out the custom Corvette\nThe same hustle, ready for whatever\nNot a mushroom, portobella\nI'm a truth-storyteller, uh, uh, right on\n\nHey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin'\n(These are my highs and lows)\nYou've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation\n(No matter where we go)\nIf you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'\nBut we ain't sang you a lullaby\n(I got no love in my heart for the other side)\nB-b-bye, bye, bye\n\nGrab the microphone like he smack a rapper iPhone\nPRhyme time, time's up, dial tone, smile's on\nShow your teeth, known by the wild prone\nAll getters, pile on, gone since child grown\nOn the count, check, you'll catch a pound next\nStop clownin' around for rec', no disrespect 'tended\nSaid it, I meant it\nBefore it's invented, get it, did it, spent it\nKeep the change, he needs that receipt, thanks\nMCs need franks regardless of street rank\nTheir feet stank, we never leave the beat blank\n\nMasterpiece theatre, we the no limit think tank\nLove to hit the club with my nigga cause when we drank\nHe think he a pimp but he can't see that them three skanks look nothing like Selita Ebanks\nWake up in the morning like, \"Gee, thanks\"\nTigallo the polymath, Raleigh boy, rap game Rolly Forbes\nNever with the same sound, crazy like James Brown on Polydor\nSniffin' cocaine off of a bodyboard\nQuick to 86 your top five if he not in yours\nWhy so serious? What y'all melancholy for?\nAgainst us you'll never score at all, nope\nNever headline a tour at all\nY'all Flintstone chewables fuckin' with toradols\nNow who you wanna call?\n\nHey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin'\n(These are my highs and lows)\nYou've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation\n(No matter where we go)\nIf you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'\nBut we ain't sang you a lullaby\n(I got no love in my heart for the other side)\nB-b-bye, bye, bye\n\n[Outro: KXNG CROOKED &\nI rap, I rap, I rap circles around 'em\nI rap, I, I, I rap, rap circles around 'em\nI rap, rap, rap, rap circles around 'em\nThis the difference between y'all niggas and real rap\nI rap circles around 'em\nPRhyme!","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.11] Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin'\n[00:09.92] (These are my highs and lows)\n[00:11.92] You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation\n[00:15.30] (No matter where we go)\n[00:17.19] If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'\n[00:20.76] But we ain't sang you a lullaby\n[00:22.96] (I got no love in my heart for the other side)\n[00:25.24] B-b-bye, bye, bye\n[00:27.01] The streets said I'm either supposed to be in jail or dead\n[00:29.97] My uncle told me before he died to watch for these whores\n[00:32.52] Before I wake up in the bed in the morn'\n[00:34.93] Next to a horse head, prolly why I'm war-bred\n[00:36.94] Prolly why my self-portrait, should be a Porsche with bald tires\n[00:40.24] And poor tread, to symbolize my upward swim, uh!\n[00:42.71] Nigga, we ain't go to no NBA\n[00:45.05] All we know's to sweep rappers up to K\n[00:47.18] Lookin' like, I'm tryna rake leaves on a windy day\n[00:48.23] So leave me out of your kind of war, be hysterics\n[00:52.86] When's the last time you seen a carnivore eat a carrot?\n[00:55.05] When's the last rhyme you heard that had you trying to find your words?\n[00:58.09] Such absurd verbs do not disturb blurbs\n[01:00.12] Slid to the curb, he's not the first herb written on a mirror\n[01:03.86] Blurred rap guys is buyin' by like flies on a turd\n[01:06.67] Preemo and Royce surprise 'em, eye-to-eye 'em, they scurred\n[01:09.45] Slur intended, demented, got some nerve\n[01:12.27] Got no patience and a little perturbed, you heard?\n[01:14.80] Guessin' wit' more questions than answers\n[01:17.98] Why they started rhymin'? 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just salute and let my flow switch\n  start_ms: 131850\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: Takin' my shit to the highest of levels\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 135460\n- text: Combinin' everythin' that I have developed since '99\n  start_ms: 135460\n  end_ms: 137180\n- text: My style just seems to get better and better and better\n  start_ms: 137180\n  end_ms: 138820\n- text: Hoppin' out the custom Corvette\n  start_ms: 138820\n  end_ms: 140420\n- text: The same hustle, ready for whatever\n  start_ms: 140420\n  end_ms: 142030\n- text: Not a mushroom, portobella\n  start_ms: 142030\n  end_ms: 143490\n- text: I'm a truth-storyteller, uh, uh, right on\n  start_ms: 143490\n  end_ms: 145730\n- text: Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin'\n  start_ms: 145730\n  end_ms: 149000\n- text: (These are my highs and lows)\n  start_ms: 149000\n  end_ms: 151730\n- text: You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation\n  start_ms: 151730\n  end_ms: 154130\n- text: (No matter where we go)\n  start_ms: 154130\n  end_ms: 156280\n- text: If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'\n  start_ms: 156280\n  end_ms: 159380\n- text: But we ain't sang you a lullaby\n  start_ms: 159380\n  end_ms: 161460\n- text: (I got no love in my heart for the other side)\n  start_ms: 161460\n  end_ms: 164290\n- text: B-b-bye, bye, bye\n  start_ms: 164290\n  end_ms: 166130\n- text: Grab the microphone like he smack a rapper iPhone\n  start_ms: 166130\n  end_ms: 168570\n- text: PRhyme time, time's up, dial tone, smile's on\n  start_ms: 168570\n  end_ms: 171560\n- text: Show your teeth, known by the wild prone\n  start_ms: 171560\n  end_ms: 174150\n- text: All getters, pile on, gone since child grown\n  start_ms: 174150\n  end_ms: 176930\n- text: On the count, check, you'll catch a pound next\n  start_ms: 176930\n  end_ms: 179550\n- text: Stop clownin' around for rec', no disrespect 'tended\n  start_ms: 179550\n  end_ms: 183040\n- text: Said it, I meant it\n  start_ms: 183040\n  end_ms: 184800\n- text: Before it's invented, get it, did it, spent it\n  start_ms: 184800\n  end_ms: 187560\n- text: Keep the change, he needs that receipt, thanks\n  start_ms: 187560\n  end_ms: 190370\n- text: MCs need franks regardless of street rank\n  start_ms: 190370\n  end_ms: 192910\n- text: Their feet stank, we never leave the beat blank\n  start_ms: 192910\n  end_ms: 195480\n- text: Masterpiece theatre, we the no limit think tank\n  start_ms: 195480\n  end_ms: 198150\n- text: Love to hit the club with my nigga cause when we drank\n  start_ms: 198150\n  end_ms: 200810\n- text: He think he a pimp but he can't see that them three skanks look nothing like Selita Ebanks\n  start_ms: 200810\n  end_ms: 205230\n- text: Wake up in the morning like, \"Gee, thanks\"\n  start_ms: 205230\n  end_ms: 207410\n- text: Tigallo the polymath, Raleigh boy, rap game Rolly Forbes\n  start_ms: 207410\n  end_ms: 210670\n- text: Never with the same sound, crazy like James Brown on Polydor\n  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What y'all melancholy for?\n  start_ms: 218590\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: Against us you'll never score at all, nope\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 224130\n- text: Never headline a tour at all\n  start_ms: 224130\n  end_ms: 226580\n- text: Y'all Flintstone chewables fuckin' with toradols\n  start_ms: 226580\n  end_ms: 229050\n- text: Now who you wanna call?\n  start_ms: 229050\n  end_ms: 230340\n- text: Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin'\n  start_ms: 230340\n  end_ms: 233800\n- text: (These are my highs and lows)\n  start_ms: 233800\n  end_ms: 236490\n- text: You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation\n  start_ms: 236490\n  end_ms: 238820\n- text: (No matter where we go)\n  start_ms: 238820\n  end_ms: 241080\n- text: If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'\n  start_ms: 241080\n  end_ms: 244450\n- text: But we ain't sang you a lullaby\n  start_ms: 244450\n  end_ms: 246720\n- text: (I got no love in my heart for the other side)\n  start_ms: 246720\n  end_ms: 249310\n- text: B-b-bye, bye, bye\n  start_ms: 249310\n  end_ms: 252020\n- text: '[Outro: KXNG CROOKED &'\n  start_ms: 252020\n  end_ms: 252990\n- text: I rap, I rap, I rap circles around 'em\n  start_ms: 252990\n  end_ms: 256470\n- text: I rap, I, I, I rap, rap circles around 'em\n  start_ms: 256470\n  end_ms: 261050\n- text: I rap, rap, rap, rap circles around 'em\n  start_ms: 261050\n  end_ms: 266240\n- text: This the difference between y'all niggas and real rap\n  start_ms: 266240\n  end_ms: 269810\n- text: I rap circles around 'em\n  start_ms: 269810\n  end_ms: 272350\n- text: PRhyme!\n  start_ms: 272350\n  end_ms: 275010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 275010\nplain: |-\n  Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin'\n  (These are my highs and lows)\n  You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation\n  (No matter where we go)\n  If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'\n  But we ain't sang you a lullaby\n  (I got no love in my heart for the other side)\n  B-b-bye, bye, bye\n\n  The streets said I'm either supposed to be in jail or dead\n  My uncle told me before he died to watch for these whores\n  Before I wake up in the bed in the morn'\n  Next to a horse head, prolly why I'm war-bred\n  Prolly why my self-portrait, should be a Porsche with bald tires\n  And poor tread, to symbolize my upward swim, uh!\n  Nigga, we ain't go to no NBA\n  All we know's to sweep rappers up to K\n  Lookin' like, I'm tryna rake leaves on a windy day\n  So leave me out of your kind of war, be hysterics\n  When's the last time you seen a carnivore eat a carrot?\n  When's the last rhyme you heard that had you trying to find your words?\n\n  Such absurd verbs do not disturb blurbs\n  Slid to the curb, he's not the first herb written on a mirror\n  Blurred rap guys is buyin' by like flies on a turd\n  Preemo and Royce surprise 'em, eye-to-eye 'em, they scurred\n  Slur intended, demented, got some nerve\n  Got no patience and a little perturbed, you heard?\n  Guessin' wit' more questions than answers\n  Why they started rhymin'? Should've just remained dancers\n  It's better odds than countin' cards at the Luxor...\n  Carbon fiber, black mask, askin' what the fuck tux for\n  Deluxe war, to whom it may concern\n  It's too late to burn, DOOM, you wait your turn\n\n  Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin'\n  (These are my highs and lows)\n  You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation\n  (No matter where we go)\n  If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'\n  But we ain't sang you a lullaby\n  (I got no love in my heart for the other side)\n  B-b-bye, bye, bye\n\n  I remember bein' broke, playin' Little Brother out my mother whip\n  Now I got some shit look like the mothership\n  Now my little brother got my other whip\n  Havin' to return it back to me...\n  Is exactly what he think the meanin' of struggle is\n  People compliment my grind, they wonder how I stay this clean\n  Comin' from Michigan, you don't seem to age\n  That's cause I don't whine about the state of things\n  Hatin' on others'll get you old quick\n  So I just salute and let my flow switch\n  Takin' my shit to the highest of levels\n  Combinin' everythin' that I have developed since '99\n  My style just seems to get better and better and better\n  Hoppin' out the custom Corvette\n  The same hustle, ready for whatever\n  Not a mushroom, portobella\n  I'm a truth-storyteller, uh, uh, right on\n\n  Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin'\n  (These are my highs and lows)\n  You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation\n  (No matter where we go)\n  If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'\n  But we ain't sang you a lullaby\n  (I got no love in my heart for the other side)\n  B-b-bye, bye, bye\n\n  Grab the microphone like he smack a rapper iPhone\n  PRhyme time, time's up, dial tone, smile's on\n  Show your teeth, known by the wild prone\n  All getters, pile on, gone since child grown\n  On the count, check, you'll catch a pound next\n  Stop clownin' around for rec', no disrespect 'tended\n  Said it, I meant it\n  Before it's invented, get it, did it, spent it\n  Keep the change, he needs that receipt, thanks\n  MCs need franks regardless of street rank\n  Their feet stank, we never leave the beat blank\n\n  Masterpiece theatre, we the no limit think tank\n  Love to hit the club with my nigga cause when we drank\n  He think he a pimp but he can't see that them three skanks look nothing like Selita Ebanks\n  Wake up in the morning like, \"Gee, thanks\"\n  Tigallo the polymath, Raleigh boy, rap game Rolly Forbes\n  Never with the same sound, crazy like James Brown on Polydor\n  Sniffin' cocaine off of a bodyboard\n  Quick to 86 your top five if he not in yours\n  Why so serious? What y'all melancholy for?\n  Against us you'll never score at all, nope\n  Never headline a tour at all\n  Y'all Flintstone chewables fuckin' with toradols\n  Now who you wanna call?\n\n  Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin'\n  (These are my highs and lows)\n  You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation\n  (No matter where we go)\n  If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'\n  But we ain't sang you a lullaby\n  (I got no love in my heart for the other side)\n  B-b-bye, bye, bye\n\n  [Outro: KXNG CROOKED &\n  I rap, I rap, I rap circles around 'em\n  I rap, I, I, I rap, rap circles around 'em\n  I rap, rap, rap, rap circles around 'em\n  This the difference between y'all niggas and real rap\n  I rap circles around 'em\n  PRhyme!\n"},{"id":16425104,"name":"Dat Sound Good feat. Ab‐Soul & Mac Miller","trackName":"Dat Sound Good feat. 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I'm goin' crazy\nBought a Mercedes with money I raised for Haiti\nAbducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay couple\nTake drugs too, high enough to juggle with some space shuttles\nYour worst nightmare, breathin' all the white air\nInhale, exhale (that sound good right there)\nYeah, the unforgettable walkin' bicentennial man\nBorn an idea, was never a man\nI'm with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine and Preemo\nShit, Larry Fish, he brought the technicolor dreamcoat\nI'm spittin' on the face of evil\nYou internet rappers with no matter, I delete you\nI ain't human, more a movement of illusions\nLive from confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em (Boom)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dat Sound Good feat. 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I'm goin' crazy\n  Bought a Mercedes with money I raised for Haiti\n  Abducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay couple\n  Take drugs too, high enough to juggle with some space shuttles\n  Your worst nightmare, breathin' all the white air\n  Inhale, exhale (that sound good right there)\n  Yeah, the unforgettable walkin' bicentennial man\n  Born an idea, was never a man\n  I'm with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine and Preemo\n  Shit, Larry Fish, he brought the technicolor dreamcoat\n  I'm spittin' on the face of evil\n  You internet rappers with no matter, I delete you\n  I ain't human, more a movement of illusions\n  Live from confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em (Boom)\n"},{"id":16576889,"name":"Mode Ii (feat. Logic)","trackName":"Mode Ii (feat. 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Midwest\nI stopped drinking so I can start policing the block\nNow I just cop smoke like pig breath\nPac's soul would come out if I died a big death\nShoe connoisseur, who's finer, your bitch or my bitch?\nIt don't matter cause you with my ex\nThe name of my ex inked on you\nTo me homie you extinct like a dinosaur\nYou can probably find me spooning with a dime\nLooking like Lucy Liu, or something to my broom\nLooking like a huge China drawer\nI'm a motherfucking walking hazard\nFind me in the bodying department\nWhen y'all rhyming if y'all don't release\nRemind me of Prodigy partner, y'all can have it\nI man up, lifted the can up\nKilled the killer who ran up scared\nWhen I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps\nYou only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs, huh\n\nCause I'm in motherfucking beast mode\nBeast mode, homie I'm in beast mode\n(Know who I am) Beast mode\n\nYeah, yeah, uh\nFuck a black, brown, yellow or white it's about unity\nWhile the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me\nFuck 'em all, bitch, I'm still doing me\nIt's you and me on the record I'll detect it like an infected nervous system\nI never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten\nI'ma get it like the world is endin'\nDependent on if it's impending\nDefendin' my mind in the way I rhyme so I'm sendin' in\nThe best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving\nFinger fuck who ain't on improving\nWe finally grooving, on the way, no way to remove them\nWe constantly improving, yeah, through rejuvenation\nI said juveniles run the nation, come now, fuck your occupation\nA revelation I'm facing, more secretive than a mason\nIt look like we neck and neck but I'm far from adjacent\nI come so far from that basement\nThey look at me and know I'm in beast mode\n\n(Then it's game time) beast mode\n(I'm a beast) I'm in beast mode\n(Know who I am) Beast mode\n(I'm, I'm in the zone for realer)\n\nYou roll down on me they gonna call craps\nWe don't call cops we just rolls so they call paps\nY'all in my office, similes all facts\nYes I fought wars, my enemies all wack\nCheck your chalkboard\nCritics said things shit they ain't even killing they arsenals\nMe and the God flow\nGuard the team like Damian Lillard the stiller\nAnd poke your chest out like Cardinals\nY'all rhyme schemes are escargot, mine's a Newport\nMarlboro, Chicago next shops to Chiraq\nPirates turning niggas' skill into the dog bone\nY'all go fetch and this is all from me being barked on\nAnd now your dog gone\nAnd I'm a daw-gone vet\nSo you might wanna resort to more peaceful matters\nMy bitch flirt with an entertainer, he can have her\nI was taught that when there's beef to just keep quiet\nAnd peep his pattern\nIf he strikes shepherd, the sheep will scatter\nExtendos, hanging out the windows\nOf them Benzos, assumptions you have them in your window\nHip-hop is just an outlet for y'all to follow\nThe fakes, not over the hill just know the high road to take\nNo cheeks to turn and all I know is I ain't all out of hallows\nThe symbolism of me inside a diablo\nPlaying Mariah, burning this money fast\nUntil I'm all out of high notes\nNigga my weight up\nSo much that I no longer challenge haters\nFrom now on I'ma call out a high-low\n\nNickel-Nine the God, huh\n\n(Then it's game time) 'Cause I'm in motherfucking beast mode\nBeast mode, homie I'm in beast mode\n(Know who I am) beast mode\n\nYeah, it's the return of the mad rapper, dead president kidnapper\nMotivated, underrated, most hated\nTalk shit behind my back but in person congratulated\nDamn, this is my vision written without a revision\nLike I am lost in a matrix I'm everything but complacent\nLike my dream is adjacent but I can't make a move\nFifteen writing rhymes inspired by Illmatic\nBut I'm still at it, every record I record leave the record shattered\nCause I be in the lab for a month\nSearching for inner peace, do meditation like a monk\nI'm over their head and yet they still sleeping like a bottom bunk\nWhy these thirsty bitches throw me pussy like I got them drunk\nI master the flow, these up and comers have only spilt\nI got back from Ireland so you know the show I kilt\nI never truly admire the empire I built\nCause when you're comfortable power shifts and positions tilt\nAt business meetings I go through lyrics within my mind\nCause the ultimate therapy is whenever I rhyme\nFirst time shaking their hand for the fifth time\nBeing introduced to people that used to pay me no mind\nUsed to count my money now I'm way up outta crate\nFar from an up-and-comer, my competition's the greats and\nI don't give my wifey the rubber, like raw sex\nI give her the plastic cause I'm the one that cut the checks now\nYeah, my flow expand like frozen water\nI fathered these motherfuckers just like a daughter\nAnd if they want beef then I gotta little slaughter\nMy bars are hotter than the steel cages after the solder\nIt's nada, everything you plan on doing we already thought of\nTalking years before you fuckers because we work harder\nSee I've been at it from the start\nMarried to the game 'till death do us part\n\nI'm in beast mode\n(Then it's game time) Beast mode\n(I'm a beast) I'm in beast mode\n(Know who I am) Beast mode\n(I'm, I'm in the zone for realer)\n\nI'm the highest, exalted\nRappers are doing a lot of talking\nYou're tired of me living then you'll prolly die of exhaustion\nThe fliest looking like I've got a living stylus\nLater for sales, you know who got the illest album\nLoaded a chopper with slugs, call that the K Michelle\nThen I dump that bitch, now that's the Idris Elba\nBitch niggas get with a nigga bitch\nJust to call a nigga a bitch nigga to a nigga bitch\nAin't gotta be in no cemetery to dig a ditch\nDon't need bananas and Ben and Jerry's to get a split\nWig, you know I'm big slipping through new equip\nStop gassing you know we couldn't care less if you a chick\nThe tech popping like a question get it right\nTriggers mic, put a niggas wife in the air like Ludacris\n(Nickel-Nine the God) I'm a beast\nFall in line or fall back\nI'm plugged into the shooters\nWhat I say isn't forced with a connect\nSo this ain't all rap\nWe coned the perimeter in all black\nLike the back and forths with the connect\nNiggas get all naps\nYou woulda, coulda, shoulda ass niggas\nCouldn't fuck a bitch with pills and jello pudding gas nigga\nIf you ever ever hear about me taking shit\nBest believe there's toilets in the safe\nAnd I'm on it eating spaghetti bolognaise\nAnd if you in my lane\nI hope you know you rolling with grenades\nI'm the coldest, you the hoest\nI'll let you switch places with me if Drea agrees\nThen she gonna come through and delete my hoeness with a face\n\n(Then it's game time) Beast mode\n(I'm a beast) I'm in beast mode\n(Know who I am) Beast mode\n(I'm, I'm in the zone for realer)\n(Then it's game time) Beast mode\n(I'm a beast) Beast mode\n(Know who I am) Beast mode\n\n5, 5'9, 5, 5'9\n5', 5'9, 5, 5'9\n5, 5'9, 5, 5, 5'9\n5, 5'9, beast mode\nPRhyme!","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.35] Yeah, fall in line to fall back\n[00:10.69] Big L's technique, Pun's grammar\n[00:12.63] Before the roof went in the trunk\n[00:14.17] The ragtops sat back behind the head just like a gun hammer\n[00:17.56] My sickness should remind you of Christmas\n[00:19.75] Cause I'm always coming down with something like a young Santa\n[00:22.53] Understand there will be no rematch\n[00:24.25] The kinda ass whooping you'll only have to open up one can of\n[00:27.84] (Nickel Nine the God), huh\n[00:30.30] You ain't rolling forward you're rolling wrong\n[00:32.06] Reaching out to gangstas to be gangsta you holding on\n[00:34.77] I grab a hold of this .44 long and let it go\n[00:37.11] More than a 4 year old singing the Frozen song\n[00:39.68] I put this Tec to your eclectic temple and wreck your wit'\n[00:42.65] Then carve in your tombstone, \"Heavenly father he wasn't ready\n[00:45.31] To collide with with a force to be reckoned with\"\n[00:47.63] Do you boys know who you messing with?\n[00:49.41] I'm with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit, I'm from the Midwest\n[00:52.37] I stopped drinking so I can start policing the block\n[00:54.79] Now I just cop smoke like pig breath\n[00:56.69] Pac's soul would come out if I died a big death\n[00:59.29] Shoe connoisseur, who's finer, your bitch or my bitch?\n[01:02.12] It don't matter cause you with my ex\n[01:03.63] The name of my ex inked on you\n[01:05.38] To me homie you extinct like a dinosaur\n[01:07.76] You can probably find me spooning with a dime\n[01:09.55] Looking like Lucy Liu, or something to my broom\n[01:11.60] Looking like a huge China drawer\n[01:12.10] I'm a motherfucking walking hazard\n[01:15.02] Find me in the bodying department\n[01:16.48] When y'all rhyming if y'all don't release\n[01:18.05] Remind me of Prodigy partner, y'all can have it\n[01:20.12] I man up, lifted the can up\n[01:21.61] Killed the killer who ran up scared\n[01:23.22] When I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps\n[01:25.79] You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs, huh\n[01:29.37] Cause I'm in motherfucking beast mode\n[01:31.65] Beast mode, homie I'm in beast mode\n[01:34.34] (Know who I am) Beast mode\n[01:36.21] Yeah, yeah, uh\n[01:38.15] Fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it's about unity\n[01:40.60] While the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me\n[01:44.08] Fuck 'em all, bitch, I'm still doing me\n[01:45.66] It's you and me on the record I'll detect it like an infected nervous system\n[01:48.98] I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten\n[01:52.74] I'ma get it like the world is endin'\n[01:54.28] Dependent on if it's impending\n[01:55.52] Defendin' my mind in the way I rhyme so I'm sendin' in\n[01:57.95] The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving\n[02:01.26] Finger fuck who ain't on improving\n[02:02.71] We finally grooving, on the way, no way to remove them\n[02:05.15] We constantly improving, yeah, through rejuvenation\n[02:07.55] I said juveniles run the nation, come now, fuck your occupation\n[02:10.14] A revelation I'm facing, more secretive than a mason\n[02:12.58] It look like we neck and neck but I'm far from adjacent\n[02:14.65] I come so far from that basement\n[02:15.99] They look at me and know I'm in beast mode\n[02:18.43] (Then it's game time) beast mode\n[02:20.54] (I'm a beast) I'm in beast mode\n[02:23.58] (Know who I am) Beast mode\n[02:25.86] (I'm, I'm in the zone for realer)\n[02:27.73] You roll down on me they gonna call craps\n[02:29.73] We don't call cops we just rolls so they call paps\n[02:32.28] Y'all in my office, similes all facts\n[02:34.35] Yes I fought wars, my enemies all wack\n[02:36.46] Check your chalkboard\n[02:37.67] Critics said things shit they ain't even killing they arsenals\n[02:40.02] Me and the God flow\n[02:41.11] Guard the team like Damian Lillard the stiller\n[02:43.12] And poke your chest out like Cardinals\n[02:44.84] Y'all rhyme schemes are escargot, mine's a Newport\n[02:47.76] Marlboro, Chicago next shops to Chiraq\n[02:50.32] Pirates turning niggas' skill into the dog bone\n[02:52.42] Y'all go fetch and this is all from me being barked on\n[02:55.13] And now your dog gone\n[02:56.11] And I'm a daw-gone vet\n[02:57.37] So you might wanna resort to more peaceful matters\n[02:59.72] My bitch flirt with an entertainer, he can have her\n[03:02.33] I was taught that when there's beef to just keep quiet\n[03:04.33] And peep his pattern\n[03:05.38] If he strikes shepherd, the sheep will scatter\n[03:06.85] Extendos, hanging out the windows\n[03:09.49] Of them Benzos, assumptions you have them in your window\n[03:12.24] Hip-hop is just an outlet for y'all to follow\n[03:14.49] The fakes, not over the hill just know the high road to take\n[03:17.57] No cheeks to turn and all I know is I ain't all out of hallows\n[03:21.08] The symbolism of me inside a diablo\n[03:23.18] Playing Mariah, burning this money fast\n[03:25.20] Until I'm all out of high notes\n[03:27.03] Nigga my weight up\n[03:27.97] So much that I no longer challenge haters\n[03:29.86] From now on I'ma call out a high-low\n[03:32.06] Nickel-Nine the God, huh\n[03:34.71] (Then it's game time) 'Cause I'm in motherfucking beast mode\n[03:39.44] Beast mode, homie I'm in beast mode\n[03:41.22] (Know who I am) beast mode\n[03:44.97] Yeah, it's the return of the mad rapper, dead president kidnapper\n[03:48.71] Motivated, underrated, most hated\n[03:50.95] Talk shit behind my back but in person congratulated\n[03:53.48] Damn, this is my vision written without a revision\n[03:55.83] Like I am lost in a matrix I'm everything but complacent\n[03:58.29] Like my dream is adjacent but I can't make a move\n[04:00.85] Fifteen writing rhymes inspired by Illmatic\n[04:03.06] But I'm still at it, every record I record leave the record shattered\n[04:06.51] Cause I be in the lab for a month\n[04:08.28] Searching for inner peace, do meditation like a monk\n[04:10.67] I'm over their head and yet they still sleeping like a bottom bunk\n[04:13.29] Why these thirsty bitches throw me pussy like I got them drunk\n[04:16.01] I master the flow, these up and comers have only spilt\n[04:18.20] I got back from Ireland so you know the show I kilt\n[04:21.02] I never truly admire the empire I built\n[04:23.40] Cause when you're comfortable power shifts and positions tilt\n[04:25.86] At business meetings I go through lyrics within my mind\n[04:28.22] Cause the ultimate therapy is whenever I rhyme\n[04:30.63] First time shaking their hand for the fifth time\n[04:32.75] Being introduced to people that used to pay me no mind\n[04:35.40] Used to count my money now I'm way up outta crate\n[04:37.81] Far from an up-and-comer, my competition's the greats and\n[04:40.55] I don't give my wifey the rubber, like raw sex\n[04:42.60] I give her the plastic cause I'm the one that cut the checks now\n[04:45.64] Yeah, my flow expand like frozen water\n[04:47.92] I fathered these motherfuckers just like a daughter\n[04:50.27] And if they want beef then I gotta little slaughter\n[04:52.31] My bars are hotter than the steel cages after the solder\n[04:54.73] It's nada, everything you plan on doing we already thought of\n[04:57.22] Talking years before you fuckers because we work harder\n[05:00.84] See I've been at it from the start\n[05:02.41] Married to the game 'till death do us part\n[05:04.75] I'm in beast mode\n[05:05.78] (Then it's game time) Beast mode\n[05:07.71] (I'm a beast) I'm in beast mode\n[05:10.78] (Know who I am) Beast mode\n[05:13.18] (I'm, I'm in the zone for realer)\n[05:14.05] I'm the highest, exalted\n[05:15.84] Rappers are doing a lot of talking\n[05:17.40] You're tired of me living then you'll prolly die of exhaustion\n[05:19.84] The fliest looking like I've got a living stylus\n[05:22.21] Later for sales, you know who got the illest album\n[05:24.90] Loaded a chopper with slugs, call that the K Michelle\n[05:27.45] Then I dump that bitch, now that's the Idris Elba\n[05:29.82] Bitch niggas get with a nigga bitch\n[05:31.62] Just to call a nigga a bitch nigga to a nigga bitch\n[05:34.64] Ain't gotta be in no cemetery to dig a ditch\n[05:37.08] Don't need bananas and Ben and Jerry's to get a split\n[05:39.64] Wig, you know I'm big slipping through new equip\n[05:41.78] Stop gassing you know we couldn't care less if you a chick\n[05:44.44] The tech popping like a question get it right\n[05:46.44] Triggers mic, put a niggas wife in the air like Ludacris\n[05:49.29] (Nickel-Nine the God) I'm a beast\n[05:53.39] Fall in line or fall back\n[05:54.95] I'm plugged into the shooters\n[05:56.14] What I say isn't forced with a connect\n[05:58.01] So this ain't all rap\n[05:59.23] We coned the perimeter in all black\n[06:01.26] Like the back and forths with the connect\n[06:02.95] Niggas get all naps\n[06:04.45] You woulda, coulda, shoulda ass niggas\n[06:06.10] Couldn't fuck a bitch with pills and jello pudding gas nigga\n[06:08.66] If you ever ever hear about me taking shit\n[06:10.70] Best believe there's toilets in the safe\n[06:12.39] And I'm on it eating spaghetti bolognaise\n[06:14.16] And if you in my lane\n[06:15.08] I hope you know you rolling with grenades\n[06:16.67] I'm the coldest, you the hoest\n[06:18.32] I'll let you switch places with me if Drea agrees\n[06:20.82] Then she gonna come through and delete my hoeness with a face\n[06:24.37] (Then it's game time) Beast mode\n[06:26.46] (I'm a beast) I'm in beast mode\n[06:29.44] (Know who I am) Beast mode\n[06:31.86] (I'm, I'm in the zone for realer)\n[06:34.21] (Then it's game time) Beast mode\n[06:35.86] (I'm a beast) Beast mode\n[06:38.38] (Know who I am) Beast mode\n[06:42.96] 5, 5'9, 5, 5'9\n[06:48.35] 5', 5'9, 5, 5'9\n[06:50.47] \n[06:52.93] 5, 5'9, 5, 5, 5'9\n[06:57.64] 5, 5'9, beast mode\n[07:03.00] PRhyme!\n[07:03.03] 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Beast mode, homie I'm in beast mode\n  (Know who I am) Beast mode\n\n  Yeah, yeah, uh\n  Fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it's about unity\n  While the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me\n  Fuck 'em all, bitch, I'm still doing me\n  It's you and me on the record I'll detect it like an infected nervous system\n  I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten\n  I'ma get it like the world is endin'\n  Dependent on if it's impending\n  Defendin' my mind in the way I rhyme so I'm sendin' in\n  The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving\n  Finger fuck who ain't on improving\n  We finally grooving, on the way, no way to remove them\n  We constantly improving, yeah, through rejuvenation\n  I said juveniles run the nation, come now, fuck your occupation\n  A revelation I'm facing, more secretive than a mason\n  It look like we neck and neck but I'm far from adjacent\n  I come so far from that 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It's just a mystery\nIf it ain't come from one of my peers, it ain't a diss to me\nI'm a thousand leagues under the sea, niggas can't get to me\nThe F in my middle name with the period stands for \"Victory\"\nI came from the bottoms of Hell with Jezebels\nSniffin' blow with her friends in the dens of iniquity\nWhen I was young, I was confused, I thought God was a mystery\nBut everything I knew since the time I began to grew\nWas taught to me by the wickedest men, who twist the histories\nWho pulled out the cuffs of deception and and hitched their wrist to we\nNow all praises due to Allah, we seein' crystally\nThe Pyramids are there to bear witness to the gods\nSo when the angels heard me spit, they bit their lip, this shit is hard\nUtterly unstoppable, in high school I was voted most popular\nBy the unpopular, phantom of the chakras\n(To me, it's what I see\nTo you, it's what you do)\nPhryme!\nHa ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me\nHa ha ha-ha, I'd ask, \"how come niggas 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Cause that's what my albums be sellin'\n[02:16.46] But I don't give a fuck about nothin' but good vagina\n[02:19.07] Long as these niggas call me GOAT\n[02:20.79] If I don't get through to you the call failed\n[02:23.07] Cause I was probably on that Wolf of Wall Street boat, I'm a hard sell\n[02:26.59] Maybe too lyrical for 'em\n[02:28.20] The Lord gave me a choice to either be king or give all Hell\n[02:31.58] I chose the latter like a fireman climbin' up to a charred rail\n[02:35.03] In front of Miley, starin' a giant wreckin' ball\n[02:37.82] Miss me with your mollies and your Tyrese wisdom\n[02:40.16] I don't connect with y'all and these antics\n[02:42.07] Today you give your life to the game\n[02:44.05] Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures, lookin' like Steve Francis\n[02:46.94] You ain't turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras\n[02:49.98] About that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest\n[02:53.72] You ain't gotta appreciate it, but you better 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202060\n- text: Me and Pharaoh is like Dorothy and Toto on the brick road\n  start_ms: 202060\n  end_ms: 204570\n- text: Crossin' at the crissroads\n  start_ms: 204570\n  end_ms: 205830\n- text: The valleys and the alleys where the gods switch to bitch mode\n  start_ms: 205830\n  end_ms: 208650\n- text: I came through, the Harley pipe was loud like a lion\n  start_ms: 208650\n  end_ms: 211260\n- text: The title on the marquee said \"Child out of Zion\"\n  start_ms: 211260\n  end_ms: 214100\n- text: Contemplatin' on another plane, hoverin' down lover's lane\n  start_ms: 214100\n  end_ms: 217100\n- text: Won a great debate against the state about the mother plane\n  start_ms: 217100\n  end_ms: 219910\n- text: He called me by that other name, I called him by his other name\n  start_ms: 219910\n  end_ms: 222710\n- text: The lightnin' struck the internet like a screen door in a hurricane\n  start_ms: 222710\n  end_ms: 225560\n- text: Jay Electricity, baptized by Felicity\n  start_ms: 225560\n  end_ms: 228270\n- text: Where he been the past three years? It's just a mystery\n  start_ms: 228270\n  end_ms: 231180\n- text: If it ain't come from one of my peers, it ain't a diss to me\n  start_ms: 231180\n  end_ms: 233970\n- text: I'm a thousand leagues under the sea, niggas can't get to me\n  start_ms: 233970\n  end_ms: 236820\n- text: The F in my middle name with the period stands for \"Victory\"\n  start_ms: 236820\n  end_ms: 239690\n- text: I came from the bottoms of Hell with Jezebels\n  start_ms: 239690\n  end_ms: 242370\n- text: Sniffin' blow with her friends in the dens of iniquity\n  start_ms: 242370\n  end_ms: 244960\n- text: When I was young, I was confused, I thought God was a mystery\n  start_ms: 244960\n  end_ms: 247830\n- text: But everything I knew since the time I began to grew\n  start_ms: 247830\n  end_ms: 250670\n- text: Was taught to me by the wickedest men, who twist the histories\n  start_ms: 250670\n  end_ms: 253690\n- text: Who pulled out the cuffs of deception and and hitched their wrist to we\n  start_ms: 253690\n  end_ms: 256600\n- text: Now all praises due to Allah, we seein' crystally\n  start_ms: 256600\n  end_ms: 259400\n- text: The Pyramids are there to bear witness to the gods\n  start_ms: 259400\n  end_ms: 261880\n- text: So when the angels heard me spit, they bit their lip, this shit is hard\n  start_ms: 261880\n  end_ms: 264880\n- text: Utterly unstoppable, in high school I was voted most popular\n  start_ms: 264880\n  end_ms: 268490\n- text: By the unpopular, phantom of the chakras\n  start_ms: 268490\n  end_ms: 270650\n- text: (To me, it's what I see\n  start_ms: 270650\n  end_ms: 273190\n- text: To you, it's what you do)\n  start_ms: 273190\n  end_ms: 275840\n- text: Phryme!\n  start_ms: 275840\n  end_ms: 276640\n- text: Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me\n  start_ms: 276640\n  end_ms: 279290\n- text: Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, \"how come niggas ain't real as me?\"\n  start_ms: 279290\n  end_ms: 282320\n- text: (To me, it's what I see\n  start_ms: 282320\n  end_ms: 284380\n- text: To you, it's what you do)\n  start_ms: 284380\n  end_ms: 287170\n- text: Phryme!\n  start_ms: 287170\n  end_ms: 287800\n- text: Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me\n  start_ms: 287800\n  end_ms: 290600\n- text: Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, \"how come niggas ain't real as me?\"\n  start_ms: 290600\nplain: |-\n  Niggas be askin' me like, \"Man you took all that time off\n  I understand you had to get your mind right or whatever\n  you was doin' but I'm just curious to know\n  how you, how you gonna approach the next shit?\"\n  Say it's the same way I always do, not givin' a fuck\n  Million dollar maker, not a faker, try to call me over the hill\n  It's probably cause you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper\n  Life's a Picasso painting, psyche, my life's more like an obstacle, ain't it?\n  Like it's somethin' in front of the drop, and I gotta ride around it\n  On my way to make me another child support payment\n  From humble beginnings, though we live lavishly now\n  And what we couldn't afford to get, we would have it somehow\n  Stayin' at grandma's, puddled in front of the open oven\n  Rubbin' our hands together like Baby with cameras around\n  Manic depressed, drawn to my tool\n  Genetically predisposed to be a mechanic or less\n  I handle my failures way better than I ever handled success\n  And I let you boys be the loudest, holdin' my 44\n  From '94, on my retro kick before I let you let go clips\n  I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist\n  I'll rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits\n  I've been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82\n  Believe that, a nigga been knockin' more lady's boots\n  Than Kanye critiquin' at Steve Madden\n  I'm just a LOX fan with childish thinkin'\n  The last time I got pulled over for drunk drivin'\n  I took the breathalyzer out the cop's hand and tried to drink it\n  That's what I do for my community\n  Your boo told me what she wanna do to me\n  Before she dropped on two knees and then blew me like an opportunity\n  (To me, it's what I see\n  To you, it's what you do)\n  Phryme!\n  Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me\n  Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, \"how come niggas ain't real as me?\"\n  (To me, it's what I see\n  To you, it's what you do)\n  Phryme!\n  Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me\n  Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, \"how come niggas ain't real as me?\"\n  Multiply, multiply\n  That's what the real niggas do\n  Multiply, multiply\n  That's on a real nigga\n  Your favorite rapper's up at LIV\n  While I'm on controlled substances, search around my crib for a fuck to give\n  But I couldn't find it\n  My notebook should be made of a wooden binder\n  Cause that's what my albums be sellin'\n  But I don't give a fuck about nothin' but good vagina\n  Long as these niggas call me GOAT\n  If I don't get through to you the call failed\n  Cause I was probably on that Wolf of Wall Street boat, I'm a hard sell\n  Maybe too lyrical for 'em\n  The Lord gave me a choice to either be king or give all Hell\n  I chose the latter like a fireman climbin' up to a charred rail\n  In front of Miley, starin' a giant wreckin' ball\n  Miss me with your mollies and your Tyrese wisdom\n  I don't connect with y'all and these antics\n  Today you give your life to the game\n  Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures, lookin' like Steve Francis\n  You ain't turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras\n  About that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest\n  You ain't gotta appreciate it, but you better respect the fact\n  That I'm a real rapper and nothin' whack done came out my mouth yet\n  (To me, it's what I see\n  To you, it's what you do)\n  Phryme!\n  Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me\n  Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, \"how come niggas ain't real as me?\"\n  (To me, it's what I see\n  To you, it's what you do)\n  Phryme!\n  Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me\n  Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, \"how come niggas ain't real as me?\"\n  Me and Pharaoh is like Dorothy and Toto on the brick road\n  Crossin' at the crissroads\n  The valleys and the alleys where the gods switch to bitch mode\n  I came through, the Harley pipe was loud like a lion\n  The title on the marquee said \"Child out of Zion\"\n  Contemplatin' on another plane, hoverin' down lover's lane\n  Won a great debate against the state about the mother plane\n  He called me by that other name, I called him by his other name\n  The lightnin' struck the internet like a screen door in a hurricane\n  Jay Electricity, baptized by Felicity\n  Where he been the past three years? It's just a mystery\n  If it ain't come from one of my peers, it ain't a diss to me\n  I'm a thousand leagues under the sea, niggas can't get to me\n  The F in my middle name with the period stands for \"Victory\"\n  I came from the bottoms of Hell with Jezebels\n  Sniffin' blow with her friends in the dens of iniquity\n  When I was young, I was confused, I thought God was a mystery\n  But everything I knew since the time I began to grew\n  Was taught to me by the wickedest men, who twist the histories\n  Who pulled out the cuffs of deception and and hitched their wrist to we\n  Now all praises due to Allah, we seein' crystally\n  The Pyramids are there to bear witness to the gods\n  So when the angels heard me spit, they bit their lip, this shit is hard\n  Utterly unstoppable, in high school I was voted most popular\n  By the unpopular, phantom of the chakras\n  (To me, it's what I see\n  To you, it's what you do)\n  Phryme!\n  Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me\n  Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, \"how come niggas ain't real as me?\"\n  (To me, it's what I see\n  To you, it's what you do)\n  Phryme!\n  Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me\n  Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, \"how come niggas ain't real as me?\"\n"},{"id":14374194,"name":"Dat Sound Good Ft. 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I'm goin' crazy\nBought a Mercedes with money I raised for Haiti\nAbducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay couple\nTake drugs too, high enough to juggle with some space shuttles\nYour worst nightmare, breathin' all the white air\nInhale, exhale (that sound good right there)\nYeah, the unforgettable walkin' bicentennial man\nBorn an idea, was never a man\nI'm with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine and Preemo\nShit, Larry Fish, he brought the technicolor dreamcoat\nI'm spittin' on the face of evil\nYou internet rappers with no matter, I delete you\nI ain't human, more a movement of illusions\nLive from confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em (Boom)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dat Sound Good Ft. Ab-Soul & Mac Miller\n  artist: PRhyme\n  album: PRhyme\n  duration_ms: 213029\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dat sound good right there\n\n  I'm just a - I'm just a - Yeah\n  I'm just a - I'm just a -\n  (Dat sound good right here)\n  I'm just a regular chilling with thugs and legends\n  I got deceased contacts in my phone I never delete\n  I keep my cellular plugged into Heaven\n  Somebody nudge the reverend\n  Tell him I'm selling a white girl like I'm Starbucks, Uggs and leggings\n  All of these hugs and kissy emojis killin' my foe, G\n  All of these soldiers killin' 'em for me\n  I told her I'ma chill, but still I'm a OG\n  Wish I could go back in time and keep it real with my old lady\n  I asked if she'd rather deal with adultery\n  Or would she rather deal with my cold feet\n  That's a wild question\n  May the best man win and may I be the best man that I can be\n  Everywhere I'm at but my wedding\n  Get live rounds from guns that are gigantic\n  Cause you wouldn't bow down like the front of the Titanic\n  You're gonna die, dammit\n  I'm bringin' drama through your homicidio like I'm tryna say \"homicide\" in Spanish\n  My nigga Joell Ortiz said...\n\n  I'm in tip-top condition, with a hustler's ambition\n  I'm sick of hip-hop, I should be in the damn kitchen\n  Whippin' somethin' potent for the chosen clientele\n  All the smoke that I inhale, I'm 'posed to be high as Hell\n  But that's a twisted figure of speech, Hell is below you\n  I'm guaranteed Heaven before I'm beneath the soil\n  Toyin' with the squad, that's how you get sent to God, dawg\n  You know it's backwards to go against God, dog\n  Whoever gets a whiff of the base is loaded like the World Series\n  Steve Jobs died, now the world Siris\n  (I respect you) and that's serious as a heart attack\n  I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact\n  In fact, you gassed up like you're hard to match\n  Leave you ablaze, extinguish your remains\n  I'm the leader of this game, old school or new\n  Old Soul, but my shoes is new\n\n  A bunch of poison in my blood stream\n  Now it's gettin' ugly, I must be another junky\n  How lucky am I to still be alive? I'm goin' crazy\n  Bought a Mercedes with money I raised for Haiti\n  Abducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay couple\n  Take drugs too, high enough to juggle with some space shuttles\n  Your worst nightmare, breathin' all the white air\n  Inhale, exhale (that sound good right there)\n  Yeah, the unforgettable walkin' bicentennial man\n  Born an idea, was never a man\n  I'm with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine and Preemo\n  Shit, Larry Fish, he brought the technicolor dreamcoat\n  I'm spittin' on the face of evil\n  You internet rappers with no matter, I delete you\n  I ain't human, more a movement of illusions\n  Live from confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em (Boom)\n"}]