[{"id":5532685,"name":"Illumination","trackName":"Illumination","artistName":"Pryda","albumName":"Pryda 15, Vol. III","duration":438.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stop wondering how I do it\nI am the dopest, I thought that you knew this\nAnd I never fabricate\nI'd rather concentrate\nWriting these records till my fingers blister\nThe picture I'm painting\nThe vivid description\nThe vision, lyricism, niggas I written\nI rose from the rubble\nYou'll never surpass it\nThe phoenix that flew\nWith the truth of the masses\nI'ma get a motherfuckin' sound that you regurgitated\nPeople lookin' at me like you really want it elevated\nNever hesitated\nTake my brain out while I meditated\nI was highly medicated\nSave your reservation\nFor another cadence, you could try to keep up with the pace\nIf you put me in the Cypher with niggas, I'm out of place\nI murder an instrumental, turn it into fragments\nSpittin the fast raps a mother fucking distraction\nI cultivate a different sound that I would give em\nJust a little mother fucker that was coming out of Maryland\nI guarantee I embarrass them\nAnd take them on a ride\nMake sure they feeling the vibe\nMy flow is really alive\nAnd you was lookin surprised\nAt the way this mother fucker would make a rhythm collide\nIt was difficult depending on the way that I say it\nAnd what a nigga displaying, I bet I make a statement\nI was caught up in a vision of giving\nCause I was reliving\nNow give me your fucking minute\nSo people can feel this sentence\nI kill em with kinaesthetics\nWhile keepin it copacetic\nBut niggas are prototypical\nPeople fake as prosthetics\nAnd I'll probably never get it\nI swear to God that I'm honest\nThe definition of truth, the proof is in my compite\nPlus I got a couple mother fucking bodies in the closet\nWith a new noose hanging from the ceiling revealing\nI was alone for a while as a child\nI would live inside my isolation\nMy self preservation's amazing\nOn several occasions\nI came to a somber conclusion\nThat life's an illusion\nConfusing, the way that I view it\nIs darker than you and yo kinfolk\nSo keep with the tempo\nBy giving you vast amounts of info\nI pray I'm forgiven for sins before I go\nNever been the same\nSee I been a nigga that's giving effort that you would never forget\nAnd you was quick to expect\nThis mother fucker to talk about some ignorance\nA diamond color chain, it's a pain when the colors change\nWhen it's glistening\nSo now I got you motherfuckers listening\nPositionin myself to where my intentions are interjectin'\nIf I ever make it then realism is in effect\nI give an intermission the vision for what you lack\nAnd it's actual fucking content\nDon't you have a conscience\nThis myriad of topics and you was speaking that non sense\nThe Shit that I provided was similar to an antidote\nMy educated guess is impressin\nAnd I'm professing\nThat I was given the prominence\nComplements of the most high\nA salaam aleikum aleikum salaam for the nigga with the bowtie\nWhat is a material, I'm ready for the afterlife\nI got a date with destiny, my ridiculous appetite\nI eat that mother fucker, you probably wouldn't believe it\nThe beat is leaking a liter whenever that nigga speakin\nI said that my shit's egregious, the legacy I was leaving\nI'm feigning to find my sanity\nSanctifying on my inhibition\nYou know that I'm abusing\nI wouldn't ever retrieve it\nYou know that I could proceed ya\nGot the existential feeling they want it from the beginning\nI try to make it apparent\nThey focus up on appearance\nAnd what a nigga was wearing\nApparent never opinion\nThat mother fuckers were giving\nAnd I was living to die\nI wanted to make a masterpiece\nI'm working like a starving artist departed from fallacies\nI'm feeling like a mental patient, my life is insanity\nThey put me on a pill to differentiate a fantasy from actual reality\nSelf esteem is a casualty\nI'm acting so erratically\nImagining a life I know that I could never lead\nAnd I'm encompassing everything that you should never be\nCause you fell in love with the melody\nWhile ignoring the message\nThe undertone of the reckoning is really reactionary\nIt varies upon the words and the people that I would say it too\nDefending you\nTo try and free your mind is what I'm finna do\nMy vision wasn't miniscule\nAnd when you at the bottom is when the person'll ridicule\nI pray it never gets to you\nI promise if you keep it cool\nAnd stay composed and everything you do\nWill have a better view\nBut that's if your intentions were honest from the beginning\nWhen you do it for the love and you never receive a penny\nAnd people just see the product and follow it up when they be\nAutomatically assume that your money is on boom\nAnd find the prodigal son\nAnd I get the crucifixion, resurrected on the seventh day\nI need a fucking witness\nThey could document it and show you I was legendary\nI've been feeling like a God repentance is necessary\nLord! Fuck with it\nI'll just talk a bunch of random shit, I don't give a fuck\n(Laughs) Abstract Art, download that shit if you haven't yet\nIt's not out now, while we're recording this\nIt's gonna be out by the time we're done recording\n(Laughs)\nWhat the fuck? I don't give a fuck\nNigga's say, nah niggas say whatever on records, fuck it\nAnd p.s. shout the fuck out to Illyland, beats dope my nigga\nGood shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Illumination\n  artist: Pryda\n  album: Pryda 15, Vol. III\n  duration_ms: 438000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stop wondering how I do it\n  I am the dopest, I thought that you knew this\n  And I never fabricate\n  I'd rather concentrate\n  Writing these records till my fingers blister\n  The picture I'm painting\n  The vivid description\n  The vision, lyricism, niggas I written\n  I rose from the rubble\n  You'll never surpass it\n  The phoenix that flew\n  With the truth of the masses\n  I'ma get a motherfuckin' sound that you regurgitated\n  People lookin' at me like you really want it elevated\n  Never hesitated\n  Take my brain out while I meditated\n  I was highly medicated\n  Save your reservation\n  For another cadence, you could try to keep up with the pace\n  If you put me in the Cypher with niggas, I'm out of place\n  I murder an instrumental, turn it into fragments\n  Spittin the fast raps a mother fucking distraction\n  I cultivate a different sound that I would give em\n  Just a little mother fucker that was coming out of Maryland\n  I guarantee I embarrass them\n  And take them on a ride\n  Make sure they feeling the vibe\n  My flow is really alive\n  And you was lookin surprised\n  At the way this mother fucker would make a rhythm collide\n  It was difficult depending on the way that I say it\n  And what a nigga displaying, I bet I make a statement\n  I was caught up in a vision of giving\n  Cause I was reliving\n  Now give me your fucking minute\n  So people can feel this sentence\n  I kill em with kinaesthetics\n  While keepin it copacetic\n  But niggas are prototypical\n  People fake as prosthetics\n  And I'll probably never get it\n  I swear to God that I'm honest\n  The definition of truth, the proof is in my compite\n  Plus I got a couple mother fucking bodies in the closet\n  With a new noose hanging from the ceiling revealing\n  I was alone for a while as a child\n  I would live inside my isolation\n  My self preservation's amazing\n  On several occasions\n  I came to a somber conclusion\n  That life's an illusion\n  Confusing, the way that I view it\n  Is darker than you and yo kinfolk\n  So keep with the tempo\n  By giving you vast amounts of info\n  I pray I'm forgiven for sins before I go\n  Never been the same\n  See I been a nigga that's giving effort that you would never forget\n  And you was quick to expect\n  This mother fucker to talk about some ignorance\n  A diamond color chain, it's a pain when the colors change\n  When it's glistening\n  So now I got you motherfuckers listening\n  Positionin myself to where my intentions are interjectin'\n  If I ever make it then realism is in effect\n  I give an intermission the vision for what you lack\n  And it's actual fucking content\n  Don't you have a conscience\n  This myriad of topics and you was speaking that non sense\n  The Shit that I provided was similar to an antidote\n  My educated guess is impressin\n  And I'm professing\n  That I was given the prominence\n  Complements of the most high\n  A salaam aleikum aleikum salaam for the nigga with the bowtie\n  What is a material, I'm ready for the afterlife\n  I got a date with destiny, my ridiculous appetite\n  I eat that mother fucker, you probably wouldn't believe it\n  The beat is leaking a liter whenever that nigga speakin\n  I said that my shit's egregious, the legacy I was leaving\n  I'm feigning to find my sanity\n  Sanctifying on my inhibition\n  You know that I'm abusing\n  I wouldn't ever retrieve it\n  You know that I could proceed ya\n  Got the existential feeling they want it from the beginning\n  I try to make it apparent\n  They focus up on appearance\n  And what a nigga was wearing\n  Apparent never opinion\n  That mother fuckers were giving\n  And I was living to die\n  I wanted to make a masterpiece\n  I'm working like a starving artist departed from fallacies\n  I'm feeling like a mental patient, my life is insanity\n  They put me on a pill to differentiate a fantasy from actual reality\n  Self esteem is a casualty\n  I'm acting so erratically\n  Imagining a life I know that I could never lead\n  And I'm encompassing everything that you should never be\n  Cause you fell in love with the melody\n  While ignoring the message\n  The undertone of the reckoning is really reactionary\n  It varies upon the words and the people that I would say it too\n  Defending you\n  To try and free your mind is what I'm finna do\n  My vision wasn't miniscule\n  And when you at the bottom is when the person'll ridicule\n  I pray it never gets to you\n  I promise if you keep it cool\n  And stay composed and everything you do\n  Will have a better view\n  But that's if your intentions were honest from the beginning\n  When you do it for the love and you never receive a penny\n  And people just see the product and follow it up when they be\n  Automatically assume that your money is on boom\n  And find the prodigal son\n  And I get the crucifixion, resurrected on the seventh day\n  I need a fucking witness\n  They could document it and show you I was legendary\n  I've been feeling like a God repentance is necessary\n  Lord! Fuck with it\n  I'll just talk a bunch of random shit, I don't give a fuck\n  (Laughs) Abstract Art, download that shit if you haven't yet\n  It's not out now, while we're recording this\n  It's gonna be out by the time we're done recording\n  (Laughs)\n  What the fuck? I don't give a fuck\n  Nigga's say, nah niggas say whatever on records, fuck it\n  And p.s. shout the fuck out to Illyland, beats dope my nigga\n  Good shit\n"},{"id":5532686,"name":"Illumination","trackName":"Illumination","artistName":"Pryda","albumName":"PRYDA 15 VOL I","duration":438.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stop wondering how I do it\nI am the dopest, I thought that you knew this\nAnd I never fabricate\nI'd rather concentrate\nWriting these records till my fingers blister\nThe picture I'm painting\nThe vivid description\nThe vision, lyricism, niggas I written\nI rose from the rubble\nYou'll never surpass it\nThe phoenix that flew\nWith the truth of the masses\nI'ma get a motherfuckin' sound that you regurgitated\nPeople lookin' at me like you really want it elevated\nNever hesitated\nTake my brain out while I meditated\nI was highly medicated\nSave your reservation\nFor another cadence, you could try to keep up with the pace\nIf you put me in the Cypher with niggas, I'm out of place\nI murder an instrumental, turn it into fragments\nSpittin the fast raps a mother fucking distraction\nI cultivate a different sound that I would give em\nJust a little mother fucker that was coming out of Maryland\nI guarantee I embarrass them\nAnd take them on a ride\nMake sure they feeling the vibe\nMy flow is really alive\nAnd you was lookin surprised\nAt the way this mother fucker would make a rhythm collide\nIt was difficult depending on the way that I say it\nAnd what a nigga displaying, I bet I make a statement\nI was caught up in a vision of giving\nCause I was reliving\nNow give me your fucking minute\nSo people can feel this sentence\nI kill em with kinaesthetics\nWhile keepin it copacetic\nBut niggas are prototypical\nPeople fake as prosthetics\nAnd I'll probably never get it\nI swear to God that I'm honest\nThe definition of truth, the proof is in my compite\nPlus I got a couple mother fucking bodies in the closet\nWith a new noose hanging from the ceiling revealing\nI was alone for a while as a child\nI would live inside my isolation\nMy self preservation's amazing\nOn several occasions\nI came to a somber conclusion\nThat life's an illusion\nConfusing, the way that I view it\nIs darker than you and yo kinfolk\nSo keep with the tempo\nBy giving you vast amounts of info\nI pray I'm forgiven for sins before I go\nNever been the same\nSee I been a nigga that's giving effort that you would never forget\nAnd you was quick to expect\nThis mother fucker to talk about some ignorance\nA diamond color chain, it's a pain when the colors change\nWhen it's glistening\nSo now I got you motherfuckers listening\nPositionin myself to where my intentions are interjectin'\nIf I ever make it then realism is in effect\nI give an intermission the vision for what you lack\nAnd it's actual fucking content\nDon't you have a conscience\nThis myriad of topics and you was speaking that non sense\nThe Shit that I provided was similar to an antidote\nMy educated guess is impressin\nAnd I'm professing\nThat I was given the prominence\nComplements of the most high\nA salaam aleikum aleikum salaam for the nigga with the bowtie\nWhat is a material, I'm ready for the afterlife\nI got a date with destiny, my ridiculous appetite\nI eat that mother fucker, you probably wouldn't believe it\nThe beat is leaking a liter whenever that nigga speakin\nI said that my shit's egregious, the legacy I was leaving\nI'm feigning to find my sanity\nSanctifying on my inhibition\nYou know that I'm abusing\nI wouldn't ever retrieve it\nYou know that I could proceed ya\nGot the existential feeling they want it from the beginning\nI try to make it apparent\nThey focus up on appearance\nAnd what a nigga was wearing\nApparent never opinion\nThat mother fuckers were giving\nAnd I was living to die\nI wanted to make a masterpiece\nI'm working like a starving artist departed from fallacies\nI'm feeling like a mental patient, my life is insanity\nThey put me on a pill to differentiate a fantasy from actual reality\nSelf esteem is a casualty\nI'm acting so erratically\nImagining a life I know that I could never lead\nAnd I'm encompassing everything that you should never be\nCause you fell in love with the melody\nWhile ignoring the message\nThe undertone of the reckoning is really reactionary\nIt varies upon the words and the people that I would say it too\nDefending you\nTo try and free your mind is what I'm finna do\nMy vision wasn't miniscule\nAnd when you at the bottom is when the person'll ridicule\nI pray it never gets to you\nI promise if you keep it cool\nAnd stay composed and everything you do\nWill have a better view\nBut that's if your intentions were honest from the beginning\nWhen you do it for the love and you never receive a penny\nAnd people just see the product and follow it up when they be\nAutomatically assume that your money is on boom\nAnd find the prodigal son\nAnd I get the crucifixion, resurrected on the seventh day\nI need a fucking witness\nThey could document it and show you I was legendary\nI've been feeling like a God repentance is necessary\nLord! Fuck with it\nI'll just talk a bunch of random shit, I don't give a fuck\n(Laughs) Abstract Art, download that shit if you haven't yet\nIt's not out now, while we're recording this\nIt's gonna be out by the time we're done recording\n(Laughs)\nWhat the fuck? I don't give a fuck\nNigga's say, nah niggas say whatever on records, fuck it\nAnd p.s. shout the fuck out to Illyland, beats dope my nigga\nGood shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Illumination\n  artist: Pryda\n  album: PRYDA 15 VOL I\n  duration_ms: 438000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stop wondering how I do it\n  I am the dopest, I thought that you knew this\n  And I never fabricate\n  I'd rather concentrate\n  Writing these records till my fingers blister\n  The picture I'm painting\n  The vivid description\n  The vision, lyricism, niggas I written\n  I rose from the rubble\n  You'll never surpass it\n  The phoenix that flew\n  With the truth of the masses\n  I'ma get a motherfuckin' sound that you regurgitated\n  People lookin' at me like you really want it elevated\n  Never hesitated\n  Take my brain out while I meditated\n  I was highly medicated\n  Save your reservation\n  For another cadence, you could try to keep up with the pace\n  If you put me in the Cypher with niggas, I'm out of place\n  I murder an instrumental, turn it into fragments\n  Spittin the fast raps a mother fucking distraction\n  I cultivate a different sound that I would give em\n  Just a little mother fucker that was coming out of Maryland\n  I guarantee I embarrass them\n  And take them on a ride\n  Make sure they feeling the vibe\n  My flow is really alive\n  And you was lookin surprised\n  At the way this mother fucker would make a rhythm collide\n  It was difficult depending on the way that I say it\n  And what a nigga displaying, I bet I make a statement\n  I was caught up in a vision of giving\n  Cause I was reliving\n  Now give me your fucking minute\n  So people can feel this sentence\n  I kill em with kinaesthetics\n  While keepin it copacetic\n  But niggas are prototypical\n  People fake as prosthetics\n  And I'll probably never get it\n  I swear to God that I'm honest\n  The definition of truth, the proof is in my compite\n  Plus I got a couple mother fucking bodies in the closet\n  With a new noose hanging from the ceiling revealing\n  I was alone for a while as a child\n  I would live inside my isolation\n  My self preservation's amazing\n  On several occasions\n  I came to a somber conclusion\n  That life's an illusion\n  Confusing, the way that I view it\n  Is darker than you and yo kinfolk\n  So keep with the tempo\n  By giving you vast amounts of info\n  I pray I'm forgiven for sins before I go\n  Never been the same\n  See I been a nigga that's giving effort that you would never forget\n  And you was quick to expect\n  This mother fucker to talk about some ignorance\n  A diamond color chain, it's a pain when the colors change\n  When it's glistening\n  So now I got you motherfuckers listening\n  Positionin myself to where my intentions are interjectin'\n  If I ever make it then realism is in effect\n  I give an intermission the vision for what you lack\n  And it's actual fucking content\n  Don't you have a conscience\n  This myriad of topics and you was speaking that non sense\n  The Shit that I provided was similar to an antidote\n  My educated guess is impressin\n  And I'm professing\n  That I was given the prominence\n  Complements of the most high\n  A salaam aleikum aleikum salaam for the nigga with the bowtie\n  What is a material, I'm ready for the afterlife\n  I got a date with destiny, my ridiculous appetite\n  I eat that mother fucker, you probably wouldn't believe it\n  The beat is leaking a liter whenever that nigga speakin\n  I said that my shit's egregious, the legacy I was leaving\n  I'm feigning to find my sanity\n  Sanctifying on my inhibition\n  You know that I'm abusing\n  I wouldn't ever retrieve it\n  You know that I could proceed ya\n  Got the existential feeling they want it from the beginning\n  I try to make it apparent\n  They focus up on appearance\n  And what a nigga was wearing\n  Apparent never opinion\n  That mother fuckers were giving\n  And I was living to die\n  I wanted to make a masterpiece\n  I'm working like a starving artist departed from fallacies\n  I'm feeling like a mental patient, my life is insanity\n  They put me on a pill to differentiate a fantasy from actual reality\n  Self esteem is a casualty\n  I'm acting so erratically\n  Imagining a life I know that I could never lead\n  And I'm encompassing everything that you should never be\n  Cause you fell in love with the melody\n  While ignoring the message\n  The undertone of the reckoning is really reactionary\n  It varies upon the words and the people that I would say it too\n  Defending you\n  To try and free your mind is what I'm finna do\n  My vision wasn't miniscule\n  And when you at the bottom is when the person'll ridicule\n  I pray it never gets to you\n  I promise if you keep it cool\n  And stay composed and everything you do\n  Will have a better view\n  But that's if your intentions were honest from the beginning\n  When you do it for the love and you never receive a penny\n  And people just see the product and follow it up when they be\n  Automatically assume that your money is on boom\n  And find the prodigal son\n  And I get the crucifixion, resurrected on the seventh day\n  I need a fucking witness\n  They could document it and show you I was legendary\n  I've been feeling like a God repentance is necessary\n  Lord! Fuck with it\n  I'll just talk a bunch of random shit, I don't give a fuck\n  (Laughs) Abstract Art, download that shit if you haven't yet\n  It's not out now, while we're recording this\n  It's gonna be out by the time we're done recording\n  (Laughs)\n  What the fuck? I don't give a fuck\n  Nigga's say, nah niggas say whatever on records, fuck it\n  And p.s. shout the fuck out to Illyland, beats dope my nigga\n  Good shit\n"},{"id":21624786,"name":"Illumination (Original Mix)","trackName":"Illumination (Original Mix)","artistName":"Pryda","albumName":"Pryda 15 Vol I","duration":438.462404,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stop wondering how I do it\nI am the dopest, I thought that you knew this\nAnd I never fabricate\nI'd rather concentrate\nWriting these records till my fingers blister\nThe picture I'm painting\nThe vivid description\nThe vision, lyricism, niggas I written\nI rose from the rubble\nYou'll never surpass it\nThe phoenix that flew\nWith the truth of the masses\nI'ma get a motherfuckin' sound that you regurgitated\nPeople lookin' at me like you really want it elevated\nNever hesitated\nTake my brain out while I meditated\nI was highly medicated\nSave your reservation\nFor another cadence, you could try to keep up with the pace\nIf you put me in the Cypher with niggas, I'm out of place\nI murder an instrumental, turn it into fragments\nSpittin the fast raps a mother fucking distraction\nI cultivate a different sound that I would give em\nJust a little mother fucker that was coming out of Maryland\nI guarantee I embarrass them\nAnd take them on a ride\nMake sure they feeling the vibe\nMy flow is really alive\nAnd you was lookin surprised\nAt the way this mother fucker would make a rhythm collide\nIt was difficult depending on the way that I say it\nAnd what a nigga displaying, I bet I make a statement\nI was caught up in a vision of giving\nCause I was reliving\nNow give me your fucking minute\nSo people can feel this sentence\nI kill em with kinaesthetics\nWhile keepin it copacetic\nBut niggas are prototypical\nPeople fake as prosthetics\nAnd I'll probably never get it\nI swear to God that I'm honest\nThe definition of truth, the proof is in my compite\nPlus I got a couple mother fucking bodies in the closet\nWith a new noose hanging from the ceiling revealing\nI was alone for a while as a child\nI would live inside my isolation\nMy self preservation's amazing\nOn several occasions\nI came to a somber conclusion\nThat life's an illusion\nConfusing, the way that I view it\nIs darker than you and yo kinfolk\nSo keep with the tempo\nBy giving you vast amounts of info\nI pray I'm forgiven for sins before I go\nNever been the same\nSee I been a nigga that's giving effort that you would never forget\nAnd you was quick to expect\nThis mother fucker to talk about some ignorance\nA diamond color chain, it's a pain when the colors change\nWhen it's glistening\nSo now I got you motherfuckers listening\nPositionin myself to where my intentions are interjectin'\nIf I ever make it then realism is in effect\nI give an intermission the vision for what you lack\nAnd it's actual fucking content\nDon't you have a conscience\nThis myriad of topics and you was speaking that non sense\nThe Shit that I provided was similar to an antidote\nMy educated guess is impressin\nAnd I'm professing\nThat I was given the prominence\nComplements of the most high\nA salaam aleikum aleikum salaam for the nigga with the bowtie\nWhat is a material, I'm ready for the afterlife\nI got a date with destiny, my ridiculous appetite\nI eat that mother fucker, you probably wouldn't believe it\nThe beat is leaking a liter whenever that nigga speakin\nI said that my shit's egregious, the legacy I was leaving\nI'm feigning to find my sanity\nSanctifying on my inhibition\nYou know that I'm abusing\nI wouldn't ever retrieve it\nYou know that I could proceed ya\nGot the existential feeling they want it from the beginning\nI try to make it apparent\nThey focus up on appearance\nAnd what a nigga was wearing\nApparent never opinion\nThat mother fuckers were giving\nAnd I was living to die\nI wanted to make a masterpiece\nI'm working like a starving artist departed from fallacies\nI'm feeling like a mental patient, my life is insanity\nThey put me on a pill to differentiate a fantasy from actual reality\nSelf esteem is a casualty\nI'm acting so erratically\nImagining a life I know that I could never lead\nAnd I'm encompassing everything that you should never be\nCause you fell in love with the melody\nWhile ignoring the message\nThe undertone of the reckoning is really reactionary\nIt varies upon the words and the people that I would say it too\nDefending you\nTo try and free your mind is what I'm finna do\nMy vision wasn't miniscule\nAnd when you at the bottom is when the person'll ridicule\nI pray it never gets to you\nI promise if you keep it cool\nAnd stay composed and everything you do\nWill have a better view\nBut that's if your intentions were honest from the beginning\nWhen you do it for the love and you never receive a penny\nAnd people just see the product and follow it up when they be\nAutomatically assume that your money is on boom\nAnd find the prodigal son\nAnd I get the crucifixion, resurrected on the seventh day\nI need a fucking witness\nThey could document it and show you I was legendary\nI've been feeling like a God repentance is necessary\nLord! Fuck with it\nI'll just talk a bunch of random shit, I don't give a fuck\n(laughs) Abstract Art, download that shit if you haven't yet\nIt's not out now, while we're recording this\nIt's gonna be out by the time we're done recording\n(laughs)\nWhat the fuck? I don't give a fuck\nNigga's say, nah niggas say whatever on records, fuck it\nAnd p.s. shout the fuck out to Illyland, beats dope my nigga\nGood shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Illumination (Original Mix)\n  artist: Pryda\n  album: Pryda 15 Vol I\n  duration_ms: 438462\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stop wondering how I do it\n  I am the dopest, I thought that you knew this\n  And I never fabricate\n  I'd rather concentrate\n  Writing these records till my fingers blister\n  The picture I'm painting\n  The vivid description\n  The vision, lyricism, niggas I written\n  I rose from the rubble\n  You'll never surpass it\n  The phoenix that flew\n  With the truth of the masses\n  I'ma get a motherfuckin' sound that you regurgitated\n  People lookin' at me like you really want it elevated\n  Never hesitated\n  Take my brain out while I meditated\n  I was highly medicated\n  Save your reservation\n  For another cadence, you could try to keep up with the pace\n  If you put me in the Cypher with niggas, I'm out of place\n  I murder an instrumental, turn it into fragments\n  Spittin the fast raps a mother fucking distraction\n  I cultivate a different sound that I would give em\n  Just a little mother fucker that was coming out of Maryland\n  I guarantee I embarrass them\n  And take them on a ride\n  Make sure they feeling the vibe\n  My flow is really alive\n  And you was lookin surprised\n  At the way this mother fucker would make a rhythm collide\n  It was difficult depending on the way that I say it\n  And what a nigga displaying, I bet I make a statement\n  I was caught up in a vision of giving\n  Cause I was reliving\n  Now give me your fucking minute\n  So people can feel this sentence\n  I kill em with kinaesthetics\n  While keepin it copacetic\n  But niggas are prototypical\n  People fake as prosthetics\n  And I'll probably never get it\n  I swear to God that I'm honest\n  The definition of truth, the proof is in my compite\n  Plus I got a couple mother fucking bodies in the closet\n  With a new noose hanging from the ceiling revealing\n  I was alone for a while as a child\n  I would live inside my isolation\n  My self preservation's amazing\n  On several occasions\n  I came to a somber conclusion\n  That life's an illusion\n  Confusing, the way that I view it\n  Is darker than you and yo kinfolk\n  So keep with the tempo\n  By giving you vast amounts of info\n  I pray I'm forgiven for sins before I go\n  Never been the same\n  See I been a nigga that's giving effort that you would never forget\n  And you was quick to expect\n  This mother fucker to talk about some ignorance\n  A diamond color chain, it's a pain when the colors change\n  When it's glistening\n  So now I got you motherfuckers listening\n  Positionin myself to where my intentions are interjectin'\n  If I ever make it then realism is in effect\n  I give an intermission the vision for what you lack\n  And it's actual fucking content\n  Don't you have a conscience\n  This myriad of topics and you was speaking that non sense\n  The Shit that I provided was similar to an antidote\n  My educated guess is impressin\n  And I'm professing\n  That I was given the prominence\n  Complements of the most high\n  A salaam aleikum aleikum salaam for the nigga with the bowtie\n  What is a material, I'm ready for the afterlife\n  I got a date with destiny, my ridiculous appetite\n  I eat that mother fucker, you probably wouldn't believe it\n  The beat is leaking a liter whenever that nigga speakin\n  I said that my shit's egregious, the legacy I was leaving\n  I'm feigning to find my sanity\n  Sanctifying on my inhibition\n  You know that I'm abusing\n  I wouldn't ever retrieve it\n  You know that I could proceed ya\n  Got the existential feeling they want it from the beginning\n  I try to make it apparent\n  They focus up on appearance\n  And what a nigga was wearing\n  Apparent never opinion\n  That mother fuckers were giving\n  And I was living to die\n  I wanted to make a masterpiece\n  I'm working like a starving artist departed from fallacies\n  I'm feeling like a mental patient, my life is insanity\n  They put me on a pill to differentiate a fantasy from actual reality\n  Self esteem is a casualty\n  I'm acting so erratically\n  Imagining a life I know that I could never lead\n  And I'm encompassing everything that you should never be\n  Cause you fell in love with the melody\n  While ignoring the message\n  The undertone of the reckoning is really reactionary\n  It varies upon the words and the people that I would say it too\n  Defending you\n  To try and free your mind is what I'm finna do\n  My vision wasn't miniscule\n  And when you at the bottom is when the person'll ridicule\n  I pray it never gets to you\n  I promise if you keep it cool\n  And stay composed and everything you do\n  Will have a better view\n  But that's if your intentions were honest from the beginning\n  When you do it for the love and you never receive a penny\n  And people just see the product and follow it up when they be\n  Automatically assume that your money is on boom\n  And find the prodigal son\n  And I get the crucifixion, resurrected on the seventh day\n  I need a fucking witness\n  They could document it and show you I was legendary\n  I've been feeling like a God repentance is necessary\n  Lord! Fuck with it\n  I'll just talk a bunch of random shit, I don't give a fuck\n  (laughs) Abstract Art, download that shit if you haven't yet\n  It's not out now, while we're recording this\n  It's gonna be out by the time we're done recording\n  (laughs)\n  What the fuck? I don't give a fuck\n  Nigga's say, nah niggas say whatever on records, fuck it\n  And p.s. shout the fuck out to Illyland, beats dope my nigga\n  Good shit\n"},{"id":25689486,"name":"Illumination","trackName":"Illumination","artistName":"Pryda","albumName":"Global DJ Broadcast (2019-07-25) [including Ruben de Ronde Guestmix]","duration":301.400825,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stop wondering how I do it\nI am the dopest, I thought that you knew this\nAnd I never fabricate\nI'd rather concentrate\nWriting these records till my fingers blister\nThe picture I'm painting\nThe vivid description\nThe vision, lyricism, niggas I written\nI rose from the rubble\nYou'll never surpass it\nThe phoenix that flew\nWith the truth of the masses\nI'ma get a motherfuckin' sound that you regurgitated\nPeople lookin' at me like you really want it elevated\nNever hesitated\nTake my brain out while I meditated\nI was highly medicated\nSave your reservation\nFor another cadence, you could try to keep up with the pace\nIf you put me in the Cypher with niggas, I'm out of place\nI murder an instrumental, turn it into fragments\nSpittin the fast raps a mother fucking distraction\nI cultivate a different sound that I would give em\nJust a little mother fucker that was coming out of Maryland\nI guarantee I embarrass them\nAnd take them on a ride\nMake sure they feeling the vibe\nMy flow is really alive\nAnd you was lookin surprised\nAt the way this mother fucker would make a rhythm collide\nIt was difficult depending on the way that I say it\nAnd what a nigga displaying, I bet I make a statement\nI was caught up in a vision of giving\nCause I was reliving\nNow give me your fucking minute\nSo people can feel this sentence\nI kill em with kinaesthetics\nWhile keepin it copacetic\nBut niggas are prototypical\nPeople fake as prosthetics\nAnd I'll probably never get it\nI swear to God that I'm honest\nThe definition of truth, the proof is in my compite\nPlus I got a couple mother fucking bodies in the closet\nWith a new noose hanging from the ceiling revealing\nI was alone for a while as a child\nI would live inside my isolation\nMy self preservation's amazing\nOn several occasions\nI came to a somber conclusion\nThat life's an illusion\nConfusing, the way that I view it\nIs darker than you and yo kinfolk\nSo keep with the tempo\nBy giving you vast amounts of info\nI pray I'm forgiven for sins before I go\nNever been the same\nSee I been a nigga that's giving effort that you would never forget\nAnd you was quick to expect\nThis mother fucker to talk about some ignorance\nA diamond color chain, it's a pain when the colors change\nWhen it's glistening\nSo now I got you motherfuckers listening\nPositionin myself to where my intentions are interjectin'\nIf I ever make it then realism is in effect\nI give an intermission the vision for what you lack\nAnd it's actual fucking content\nDon't you have a conscience\nThis myriad of topics and you was speaking that non sense\nThe Shit that I provided was similar to an antidote\nMy educated guess is impressin\nAnd I'm professing\nThat I was given the prominence\nComplements of the most high\nA salaam aleikum aleikum salaam for the nigga with the bowtie\nWhat is a material, I'm ready for the afterlife\nI got a date with destiny, my ridiculous appetite\nI eat that mother fucker, you probably wouldn't believe it\nThe beat is leaking a liter whenever that nigga speakin\nI said that my shit's egregious, the legacy I was leaving\nI'm feigning to find my sanity\nSanctifying on my inhibition\nYou know that I'm abusing\nI wouldn't ever retrieve it\nYou know that I could proceed ya\nGot the existential feeling they want it from the beginning\nI try to make it apparent\nThey focus up on appearance\nAnd what a nigga was wearing\nApparent never opinion\nThat mother fuckers were giving\nAnd I was living to die\nI wanted to make a masterpiece\nI'm working like a starving artist departed from fallacies\nI'm feeling like a mental patient, my life is insanity\nThey put me on a pill to differentiate a fantasy from actual reality\nSelf esteem is a casualty\nI'm acting so erratically\nImagining a life I know that I could never lead\nAnd I'm encompassing everything that you should never be\nCause you fell in love with the melody\nWhile ignoring the message\nThe undertone of the reckoning is really reactionary\nIt varies upon the words and the people that I would say it too\nDefending you\nTo try and free your mind is what I'm finna do\nMy vision wasn't miniscule\nAnd when you at the bottom is when the person'll ridicule\nI pray it never gets to you\nI promise if you keep it cool\nAnd stay composed and everything you do\nWill have a better view\nBut that's if your intentions were honest from the beginning\nWhen you do it for the love and you never receive a penny\nAnd people just see the product and follow it up when they be\nAutomatically assume that your money is on boom\nAnd find the prodigal son\nAnd I get the crucifixion, resurrected on the seventh day\nI need a fucking witness\nThey could document it and show you I was legendary\nI've been feeling like a God repentance is necessary\nLord! Fuck with it\nI'll just talk a bunch of random shit, I don't give a fuck\n(Laughs) Abstract Art, download that shit if you haven't yet\nIt's not out now, while we're recording this\nIt's gonna be out by the time we're done recording\n(Laughs)\nWhat the fuck? I don't give a fuck\nNigga's say, nah niggas say whatever on records, fuck it\nAnd p.s. shout the fuck out to Illyland, beats dope my nigga\nGood shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Illumination\n  artist: Pryda\n  album: Global DJ Broadcast (2019-07-25) [including Ruben de Ronde Guestmix]\n  duration_ms: 301401\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stop wondering how I do it\n  I am the dopest, I thought that you knew this\n  And I never fabricate\n  I'd rather concentrate\n  Writing these records till my fingers blister\n  The picture I'm painting\n  The vivid description\n  The vision, lyricism, niggas I written\n  I rose from the rubble\n  You'll never surpass it\n  The phoenix that flew\n  With the truth of the masses\n  I'ma get a motherfuckin' sound that you regurgitated\n  People lookin' at me like you really want it elevated\n  Never hesitated\n  Take my brain out while I meditated\n  I was highly medicated\n  Save your reservation\n  For another cadence, you could try to keep up with the pace\n  If you put me in the Cypher with niggas, I'm out of place\n  I murder an instrumental, turn it into fragments\n  Spittin the fast raps a mother fucking distraction\n  I cultivate a different sound that I would give em\n  Just a little mother fucker that was coming out of Maryland\n  I guarantee I embarrass them\n  And take them on a ride\n  Make sure they feeling the vibe\n  My flow is really alive\n  And you was lookin surprised\n  At the way this mother fucker would make a rhythm collide\n  It was difficult depending on the way that I say it\n  And what a nigga displaying, I bet I make a statement\n  I was caught up in a vision of giving\n  Cause I was reliving\n  Now give me your fucking minute\n  So people can feel this sentence\n  I kill em with kinaesthetics\n  While keepin it copacetic\n  But niggas are prototypical\n  People fake as prosthetics\n  And I'll probably never get it\n  I swear to God that I'm honest\n  The definition of truth, the proof is in my compite\n  Plus I got a couple mother fucking bodies in the closet\n  With a new noose hanging from the ceiling revealing\n  I was alone for a while as a child\n  I would live inside my isolation\n  My self preservation's amazing\n  On several occasions\n  I came to a somber conclusion\n  That life's an illusion\n  Confusing, the way that I view it\n  Is darker than you and yo kinfolk\n  So keep with the tempo\n  By giving you vast amounts of info\n  I pray I'm forgiven for sins before I go\n  Never been the same\n  See I been a nigga that's giving effort that you would never forget\n  And you was quick to expect\n  This mother fucker to talk about some ignorance\n  A diamond color chain, it's a pain when the colors change\n  When it's glistening\n  So now I got you motherfuckers listening\n  Positionin myself to where my intentions are interjectin'\n  If I ever make it then realism is in effect\n  I give an intermission the vision for what you lack\n  And it's actual fucking content\n  Don't you have a conscience\n  This myriad of topics and you was speaking that non sense\n  The Shit that I provided was similar to an antidote\n  My educated guess is impressin\n  And I'm professing\n  That I was given the prominence\n  Complements of the most high\n  A salaam aleikum aleikum salaam for the nigga with the bowtie\n  What is a material, I'm ready for the afterlife\n  I got a date with destiny, my ridiculous appetite\n  I eat that mother fucker, you probably wouldn't believe it\n  The beat is leaking a liter whenever that nigga speakin\n  I said that my shit's egregious, the legacy I was leaving\n  I'm feigning to find my sanity\n  Sanctifying on my inhibition\n  You know that I'm abusing\n  I wouldn't ever retrieve it\n  You know that I could proceed ya\n  Got the existential feeling they want it from the beginning\n  I try to make it apparent\n  They focus up on appearance\n  And what a nigga was wearing\n  Apparent never opinion\n  That mother fuckers were giving\n  And I was living to die\n  I wanted to make a masterpiece\n  I'm working like a starving artist departed from fallacies\n  I'm feeling like a mental patient, my life is insanity\n  They put me on a pill to differentiate a fantasy from actual reality\n  Self esteem is a casualty\n  I'm acting so erratically\n  Imagining a life I know that I could never lead\n  And I'm encompassing everything that you should never be\n  Cause you fell in love with the melody\n  While ignoring the message\n  The undertone of the reckoning is really reactionary\n  It varies upon the words and the people that I would say it too\n  Defending you\n  To try and free your mind is what I'm finna do\n  My vision wasn't miniscule\n  And when you at the bottom is when the person'll ridicule\n  I pray it never gets to you\n  I promise if you keep it cool\n  And stay composed and everything you do\n  Will have a better view\n  But that's if your intentions were honest from the beginning\n  When you do it for the love and you never receive a penny\n  And people just see the product and follow it up when they be\n  Automatically assume that your money is on boom\n  And find the prodigal son\n  And I get the crucifixion, resurrected on the seventh day\n  I need a fucking witness\n  They could document it and show you I was legendary\n  I've been feeling like a God repentance is necessary\n  Lord! Fuck with it\n  I'll just talk a bunch of random shit, I don't give a fuck\n  (Laughs) Abstract Art, download that shit if you haven't yet\n  It's not out now, while we're recording this\n  It's gonna be out by the time we're done recording\n  (Laughs)\n  What the fuck? I don't give a fuck\n  Nigga's say, nah niggas say whatever on records, fuck it\n  And p.s. shout the fuck out to Illyland, beats dope my nigga\n  Good shit\n"}]