[{"id":8309347,"name":"Damage","trackName":"Damage","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ooh, listen to the way I slay your crew\nDamage, damage, damage, damage\nThey cock them hammers, wave them llamas\nBut that's that in front of the camera drama\nSo when the cameras are attached to dollys, I call them dali lama's\nMold me, loathe, hold me in the palm of your hand, load me\nYou know exactly what I am, murderer\nWhen I'm inserted on to the top of fifteen family members\nIt's the curse of the proverbial anarchy starter, the martyr\nThis is what I have been converted to do what I do is insanity\nPro-fo-fo-fanity when they manually hammer me annually\nYou dont figitty phase me yo\nI won't tigitty tase you bro\nFiggity fucking cut you in half like it's nothing minus the laser scope\nThen I will ring your bell like Avon\nBefore displaying some of my various tattoos (Trayvon)\nThe (Oscar) award winning (Aiyana Jones) hey (Sean)\nSworn to be cannon fodder for your father slaughter daughters\nArmor piercing tumblers more deadlier than napalm\nFuck a stray bullet, I take aim when the gun draws\nFor ever lasting fame I will maim those who change the gun laws\nCause post traumatic stress disorder, ask any vet I've worked with\nMy purpose catching bodies like safety nets at the circus\nNigga I will twist your liver like Oliver (TWIST)\nScratch your name off my calendar\nSee that was me thru a silencer\nWhat you just heard was a .44 caliber\nNow you can fill in the blanks\nI will pillage your town\nKilling them with Dillinger rounds\nNow fill in the clip cause I'm willing to flip\nSee I'm sort of certified, I'm fortified live\nYou would be mortified if I would put on screen what I've seen\nHorrified holy Bibles, rivals, vital organs\nLittle bitty baby bodies, bridal gowns coffins\nMorphine, gang bang, gangrene, slauson, swap meet\nMeet greet, pop I don't sleep, I don't stop\nI love hate, hate cops\nThat's why I laugh when they pull it\nI'm motivated and crass\nI'm so elated when I see them on the news\nThey flying the flag half mass\nSee there's no need for conversation\nWhen we're discussing the bullet's point of view","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Damage\n  artist: Pharoahe Monch\n  album: PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ooh, listen to the way I slay your crew\n  Damage, damage, damage, damage\n  They cock them hammers, wave them llamas\n  But that's that in front of the camera drama\n  So when the cameras are attached to dollys, I call them dali lama's\n  Mold me, loathe, hold me in the palm of your hand, load me\n  You know exactly what I am, murderer\n  When I'm inserted on to the top of fifteen family members\n  It's the curse of the proverbial anarchy starter, the martyr\n  This is what I have been converted to do what I do is insanity\n  Pro-fo-fo-fanity when they manually hammer me annually\n  You dont figitty phase me yo\n  I won't tigitty tase you bro\n  Figgity fucking cut you in half like it's nothing minus the laser scope\n  Then I will ring your bell like Avon\n  Before displaying some of my various tattoos (Trayvon)\n  The (Oscar) award winning (Aiyana Jones) hey (Sean)\n  Sworn to be cannon fodder for your father slaughter daughters\n  Armor piercing tumblers more deadlier than napalm\n  Fuck a stray bullet, I take aim when the gun draws\n  For ever lasting fame I will maim those who change the gun laws\n  Cause post traumatic stress disorder, ask any vet I've worked with\n  My purpose catching bodies like safety nets at the circus\n  Nigga I will twist your liver like Oliver (TWIST)\n  Scratch your name off my calendar\n  See that was me thru a silencer\n  What you just heard was a .44 caliber\n  Now you can fill in the blanks\n  I will pillage your town\n  Killing them with Dillinger rounds\n  Now fill in the clip cause I'm willing to flip\n  See I'm sort of certified, I'm fortified live\n  You would be mortified if I would put on screen what I've seen\n  Horrified holy Bibles, rivals, vital organs\n  Little bitty baby bodies, bridal gowns coffins\n  Morphine, gang bang, gangrene, slauson, swap meet\n  Meet greet, pop I don't sleep, I don't stop\n  I love hate, hate cops\n  That's why I laugh when they pull it\n  I'm motivated and crass\n  I'm so elated when I see them on the news\n  They flying the flag half mass\n  See there's no need for conversation\n  When we're discussing the bullet's point of view\n"},{"id":23737018,"name":"Damage","trackName":"Damage","artistName":"Pharoahe Monch","albumName":"P.T.S.D. 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cannon fodder for your father slaughter daughters\n  Armor piercing tumblers more deadlier than napalm\n  Fuck a stray bullet, I take aim when the gun draws\n  For ever lasting fame I will maim those who change the gun laws\n  Cause post traumatic stress disorder, ask any vet I've worked with\n  My purpose catching bodies like safety nets at the circus\n  Nigga I will twist your liver like Oliver (TWIST)\n  Scratch your name off my calendar\n  See that was me thru a silencer\n  What you just heard was a .44 caliber\n  Now you can fill in the blanks\n  I will pillage your town\n  Killing them with Dillinger rounds\n  Now fill in the clip cause I'm willing to flip\n  See I'm sort of certified, I'm fortified live\n  You would be mortified if I would put on screen what I've seen\n  Horrified holy Bibles, rivals, vital organs\n  Little bitty baby bodies, bridal gowns coffins\n  Morphine, gang bang, gangrene, slauson, swap meet\n  Meet greet, pop I don't sleep, I don't stop\n  I love hate, 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when they manually hammer me annually\nYou dont figitty phase me yo\nI won't tigitty tase you bro\nFiggity fucking cut you in half like it's nothing minus the laser scope\nThen I will ring your bell like Avon\nBefore displaying some of my various tattoos (Trayvon)\nThe (Oscar) award winning (Aiyana Jones) hey (Sean)\nSworn to be cannon fodder for your father slaughter daughters\nArmor piercing tumblers more deadlier than napalm\nFuck a stray bullet, I take aim when the gun draws\nFor ever lasting fame I will maim those who change the gun laws\nCause post traumatic stress disorder, ask any vet I've worked with\nMy purpose catching bodies like safety nets at the circus\nNigga I will twist your liver like Oliver (TWIST)\nScratch your name off my calendar\nSee that was me thru a silencer\nWhat you just heard was a .44 caliber\nNow you can fill in the blanks\nI will pillage your town\nKilling them with Dillinger rounds\nNow fill in the clip cause I'm willing to flip\nSee I'm sort of 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Mold me, loathe, hold me in the palm of your hand, load me\n  You know exactly what I am, murderer\n  When I'm inserted on to the top of fifteen family members\n  It's the curse of the proverbial anarchy starter, the martyr\n  This is what I have been converted to do what I do is insanity\n  Pro-fo-fo-fanity when they manually hammer me annually\n  You dont figitty phase me yo\n  I won't tigitty tase you bro\n  Figgity fucking cut you in half like it's nothing minus the laser scope\n  Then I will ring your bell like Avon\n  Before displaying some of my various tattoos (Trayvon)\n  The (Oscar) award winning (Aiyana Jones) hey (Sean)\n  Sworn to be cannon fodder for your father slaughter daughters\n  Armor piercing tumblers more deadlier than napalm\n  Fuck a stray bullet, I take aim when the gun draws\n  For ever lasting fame I will maim those who change the gun laws\n  Cause post traumatic stress disorder, ask any vet I've worked with\n  My purpose catching bodies like safety nets at 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daughters\nArmor piercing tumblers more deadlier than napalm\nFuck a stray bullet, I take aim when the gun draws\nFor ever lasting fame I will maim those who change the gun laws\nCause post traumatic stress disorder, ask any vet I've worked with\nMy purpose catching bodies like safety nets at the circus\nNigga I will twist your liver like Oliver (TWIST)\nScratch your name off my calendar\nSee that was me thru a silencer\nWhat you just heard was a .44 caliber\nNow you can fill in the blanks\nI will pillage your town\nKilling them with Dillinger rounds\nNow fill in the clip cause I'm willing to flip\nSee I'm sort of certified, I'm fortified live\nYou would be mortified if I would put on screen what I've seen\nHorrified holy Bibles, rivals, vital organs\nLittle bitty baby bodies, bridal gowns coffins\nMorphine, gang bang, gangrene, slauson, swap meet\nMeet greet, pop I don't sleep, I don't stop\nI love hate, hate cops\nThat's why I laugh when they pull it\nI'm motivated and crass\nI'm so 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Figgity fucking cut you in half like it's nothing minus the laser scope\n  Then I will ring your bell like Avon\n  Before displaying some of my various tattoos (Trayvon)\n  The (Oscar) award winning (Aiyana Jones) hey (Sean)\n  Sworn to be cannon fodder for your father slaughter daughters\n  Armor piercing tumblers more deadlier than napalm\n  Fuck a stray bullet, I take aim when the gun draws\n  For ever lasting fame I will maim those who change the gun laws\n  Cause post traumatic stress disorder, ask any vet I've worked with\n  My purpose catching bodies like safety nets at the circus\n  Nigga I will twist your liver like Oliver (TWIST)\n  Scratch your name off my calendar\n  See that was me thru a silencer\n  What you just heard was a .44 caliber\n  Now you can fill in the blanks\n  I will pillage your town\n  Killing them with Dillinger rounds\n  Now fill in the clip cause I'm willing to flip\n  See I'm sort of certified, I'm fortified live\n  You would be mortified if I would put on screen what I've seen\n  Horrified holy Bibles, rivals, vital organs\n  Little bitty baby bodies, bridal gowns coffins\n  Morphine, gang bang, gangrene, slauson, swap meet\n  Meet greet, pop I don't sleep, I don't stop\n  I love hate, hate cops\n  That's why I laugh when they pull it\n  I'm motivated and crass\n  I'm so elated when I see them on the news\n  They flying the flag half mass\n  See there's no need for conversation\n  When we're discussing the bullet's point of view\n"}]