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I'll smack fuck out ya\n\nSmack fire out your fuckin' ass\nWhat the fuck you think this is man?\nGet the fuck up outta here man\nSo yo matter of fact, the man is back\n\nThink my head is madder than fuckin' fire\nShit alright, this ain't even enough burn right here\nThis ain't enough\nFuck it man\n\nWe gonna shoot right over there\nAnd yo them niggaz got the big cream over there\nSo just chill\nSo let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid\n\nDon't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid\nJust chill man\nOn the real let's go get this money fast son\nI know how we gotta do this kid\nScrungy-head motherfucker\n\nLay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines\nPullin nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes\nThey eyes closed, we gettin' loot\nNo doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about\nGuns go off and now a murder 'bout, I'm out\n\nMy raps play the part like a get smart secret agent\nIn a maze and, styles blazin', Johnny Blaze\nAnd Tony Starks in a daze and\nRhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up\n\nWe like meth to go and fuck with noodles\nHavin' them poodles on the lockdown buyin' me\nAmarettas, and chewables, stackin' pharmecuetical\nRap niggaz on dust and wools\n\nYo, I told you, some kill, rob and fold\nThe gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole\nSo stroll marvelous, soul controller\nOf the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn\n\nAnd yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high\nAnd we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin' building\nAnd get caught, save the fully inflatable\nRap relatable, drug relatable, niggaz here to play with you\n\nA hundred dollar rottweiler goes to spot sellers\nGuns and glocks go to niggaz who got props\nOn top, jail niggaz get mad bigger\nAnd yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures\n\nWord to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama\nComma, plus smoke realize marijuana\nChef may resign to boat across the farasana\nImmaculate plus all my guns so accurate\n\nThey get cream and the cuisine in Queens\nI told you, money stated with the night beams and two rings\nCrazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit\nSniff mad shit man, what the fuck!\n\nWho's the knucklehead, wantin' respect?\nChop his fingers in the drug game, money well known\nLead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath\nHere's his photograph\n\nRun up in his lab, take off the mask chaz and think fast\nDon't laugh, bag the cash\nGrab the hash, don't forget his stash\nGrab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast the full blast\n\nThen skate to the next state\nFurther upstate, I heard they got crazy weight\nBagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks\nYo look out for jakes, give it all it takes\nLet's burn the place before we motivate\n\nYo blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate\nIf the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape\nIt's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes\nKiller snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes\n\nDrug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it\nHits without a trace\nNever seen the big C and ghostface\nCongratulations chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth\n\nThe rap scar is on rap chrome\nPut it on seal it on, we're silicone spark it on your talkathon\nThis rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms\nHit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone\nScars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones\nBlowin' out the door, bones but\n\nYour rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches\nReinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense\nThese microphone professional, sensational\nFully operational, I got niggaz here to play with you\n\nYou know the steez you know my whole program\nBrothers from the no-lands, all we want is the G's\nGuns and grams, livin' fat like the hoffa\nMafia, sippin' eatin' pastas\n\nLayin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas\nBefore we got germanic and thoughts got sporadic\nWe grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the abbots\nSlugs hit the belly put tones into the telly\n\nSucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly\nI smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees\nHoneydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave\nThe crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force\nWe can play the A train, back off the iron horse\n\nYo man, Y'know what I'm sayin'? 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like skelly\n  start_ms: 215650\n  end_ms: 218580\n- text: I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees\n  start_ms: 218580\n  end_ms: 220430\n- text: Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave\n  start_ms: 220430\n  end_ms: 222690\n- text: The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force\n  start_ms: 222690\n  end_ms: 225450\n- text: We can play the A train, back off the iron horse\n  start_ms: 225450\n  end_ms: 229160\n- text: Yo man, Y'know what I'm sayin'? 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I'll smack fuck out ya\n\n  Smack fire out your fuckin' ass\n  What the fuck you think this is man?\n  Get the fuck up outta here man\n  So yo matter of fact, the man is back\n\n  Think my head is madder than fuckin' fire\n  Shit alright, this ain't even enough burn right here\n  This ain't enough\n  Fuck it man\n\n  We gonna shoot right over there\n  And yo them niggaz got the big cream over there\n  So just chill\n  So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid\n\n  Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid\n  Just chill man\n  On the real let's go get this money fast son\n  I know how we gotta do this kid\n  Scrungy-head motherfucker\n\n  Lay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines\n  Pullin nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes\n  They eyes closed, we gettin' loot\n  No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about\n  Guns go off and now a murder 'bout, I'm out\n\n  My raps play the part like a get smart secret agent\n  In a maze and, styles blazin', Johnny Blaze\n  And Tony Starks in a daze and\n  Rhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up\n\n  We like meth to go and fuck with noodles\n  Havin' them poodles on the lockdown buyin' me\n  Amarettas, and chewables, stackin' pharmecuetical\n  Rap niggaz on dust and wools\n\n  Yo, I told you, some kill, rob and fold\n  The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole\n  So stroll marvelous, soul controller\n  Of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn\n\n  And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high\n  And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin' building\n  And get caught, save the fully inflatable\n  Rap relatable, drug relatable, niggaz here to play with you\n\n  A hundred dollar rottweiler goes to spot sellers\n  Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props\n  On top, jail niggaz get mad bigger\n  And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures\n\n  Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama\n  Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana\n  Chef may resign to boat across the farasana\n  Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate\n\n  They get cream and the cuisine in Queens\n  I told you, money stated with the night beams and two rings\n  Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit\n  Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck!\n\n  Who's the knucklehead, wantin' respect?\n  Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known\n  Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath\n  Here's his photograph\n\n  Run up in his lab, take off the mask chaz and think fast\n  Don't laugh, bag the cash\n  Grab the hash, don't forget his stash\n  Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast the full blast\n\n  Then skate to the next state\n  Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight\n  Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks\n  Yo look out for jakes, give it all it takes\n  Let's burn the place before we motivate\n\n  Yo blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate\n  If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape\n  It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes\n  Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes\n\n  Drug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it\n  Hits without a trace\n  Never seen the big C and ghostface\n  Congratulations chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth\n\n  The rap scar is on rap chrome\n  Put it on seal it on, we're silicone spark it on your talkathon\n  This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms\n  Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone\n  Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones\n  Blowin' out the door, bones but\n\n  Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches\n  Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense\n  These microphone professional, sensational\n  Fully operational, I got niggaz here to play with you\n\n  You know the steez you know my whole program\n  Brothers from the no-lands, all we want is the G's\n  Guns and grams, livin' fat like the hoffa\n  Mafia, sippin' eatin' pastas\n\n  Layin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas\n  Before we got germanic and thoughts got sporadic\n  We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the abbots\n  Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly\n\n  Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly\n  I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees\n  Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave\n  The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force\n  We can play the A train, back off the iron horse\n\n  Yo man, Y'know what I'm sayin'? 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I'll smack fuck out ya\n\nSmack fire out your fuckin' ass\nWhat the fuck you think this is man?\nGet the fuck up outta here man\nSo yo matter of fact, the man is back\n\nThink my head is madder than fuckin' fire\nShit alright, this ain't even enough burn right here\nThis ain't enough\nFuck it man\n\nWe gonna shoot right over there\nAnd yo them niggaz got the big cream over there\nSo just chill\nSo let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid\n\nDon't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid\nJust chill man\nOn the real let's go get this money fast son\nI know how we gotta do this kid\nScrungy-head motherfucker\n\nLay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines\nPullin nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes\nThey eyes closed, we gettin' loot\nNo doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about\nGuns go off and now a murder 'bout, I'm out\n\nMy raps play the part like a get smart secret agent\nIn a maze and, styles blazin', Johnny Blaze\nAnd Tony Starks in a daze and\nRhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up\n\nWe like meth to go and fuck with noodles\nHavin' them poodles on the lockdown buyin' me\nAmarettas, and chewables, stackin' pharmecuetical\nRap niggaz on dust and wools\n\nYo, I told you, some kill, rob and fold\nThe gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole\nSo stroll marvelous, soul controller\nOf the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn\n\nAnd yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high\nAnd we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin' building\nAnd get caught, save the fully inflatable\nRap relatable, drug relatable, niggaz here to play with you\n\nA hundred dollar rottweiler goes to spot sellers\nGuns and glocks go to niggaz who got props\nOn top, jail niggaz get mad bigger\nAnd yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures\n\nWord to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama\nComma, plus smoke realize marijuana\nChef may resign to boat across the farasana\nImmaculate plus all my guns so accurate\n\nThey get cream and the cuisine in Queens\nI told you, money stated with the night beams and two rings\nCrazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit\nSniff mad shit man, what the fuck!\n\nWho's the knucklehead, wantin' respect?\nChop his fingers in the drug game, money well known\nLead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath\nHere's his photograph\n\nRun up in his lab, take off the mask chaz and think fast\nDon't laugh, bag the cash\nGrab the hash, don't forget his stash\nGrab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast the full blast\n\nThen skate to the next state\nFurther upstate, I heard they got crazy weight\nBagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks\nYo look out for jakes, give it all it takes\nLet's burn the place before we motivate\n\nYo blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate\nIf the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape\nIt's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes\nKiller snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes\n\nDrug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it\nHits without a trace\nNever seen the big C and ghostface\nCongratulations chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth\n\nThe rap scar is on rap chrome\nPut it on seal it on, we're silicone spark it on your talkathon\nThis rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms\nHit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone\nScars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones\nBlowin' out the door, bones but\n\nYour rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches\nReinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense\nThese microphone professional, sensational\nFully operational, I got niggaz here to play with you\n\nYou know the steez you know my whole program\nBrothers from the no-lands, all we want is the G's\nGuns and grams, livin' fat like the hoffa\nMafia, sippin' eatin' pastas\n\nLayin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas\nBefore we got germanic and thoughts got sporadic\nWe grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the abbots\nSlugs hit the belly put tones into the telly\n\nSucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly\nI smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees\nHoneydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave\nThe crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force\nWe can play the A train, back off the iron horse\n\nYo man, Y'know what I'm sayin'? 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Three for you\nNigga get-get the-, man, I'll smack (fuck is-, out of here with all that shit)\nSmack fire out your fucking ass, what the fuck you think this is, man?\nGet the fuck up out of here man (chill, chill)\n\nSo, yo, matter of fact, the man is back (stick this man head out over a fucking fire!)\nShit, alright, this ain't even enough bread right here, this ain't enough\nWe going to shoot right over there (fuck that man, yo) and, yo\nThem niggas got the big cream over there, just chill (alright, let's get this cash, and move nigga)\nSpark it, right out the tropical, kid (alright, don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid)\n(On a real, man), just chill, let's go get this money fast, son\nI know how we got to do this, kid, trust this (alright, scrungy-head motherfuckers)\n\nYo, lay on the crime scene, sipping fine wines, pulling .9s on\nUFOs, taking they fly clothes, they eyes closed\nWe getting loot, no doubt, check the word of mouth\nUnheard about, guns go off and now a murder route\nI'm out, my raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent\nIn a maze and style's blazing\nJohnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn\nAnd Rhyming, my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F\n\nWe like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles\nHaving them poodles on the lockdown, buying me\nAmarettos and chewables, smacking pharmaceutical\nRap niggas on dust and woos\nYo, I told you some killed, robbed and fold\nThe goal's untold, fuck it, it beats parole\nSo stroll marvelous, soul controller of the globe blow\nGoddamn, I got it sewn and yo\n\nWhat up wop? Pop the suitcase high and we can talk\nYou can walk out the fucking building and get caught\nSave the fully inflatable, rap relatable\nDrug relatable, niggas here to play with you\nA hundred dollar Rottweiler, go to spot sellers\nGuns and Glocks for them niggas who got props\nOff top jail niggas get mad bigger and yo\nMail a guy about a hundred pictures\n\nWord to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama\nComma, blunt smoke real-ass marijuana\nChef Maranzano boats across the Verrazano\nImmaculate, bust off my gun so accurate\nAnd get cream in the cuisine of Queens\nI told you, money skated with night beams and two rings\nCrazy fag, I'm getting ready to do this shit (sniff mad shit)\nMan, niggas know not to step on this shit\n\nWho's the knucklehead wanting respect?\nChop his fingers in the drug game, money well-known\nLead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath, here's his photograph\nRun up in his lab, take off the mask, Chas, and think fast\nDon't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash\nGrab the tear gas and place it in his face fast at full blast\n\nThen skate to the next gate further upstate\nI heard they got crazy weight bagged up by the cakes in\nCrates like disco breaks, yo, look out for jakes\nGive it all it takes, let's burn the place before we motivate\n\nYo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate\nIf the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape\nIt's by the plate with the blow crushed up with the flakes\nKiller snakes, four bodies found floating in lakes\nDrug related paper talking about the kids who didn't make it\nHits without a trace, never seen the bricks, see Rae and Ghostface\nCongratulations, Chef, let's celebrate and sniff an eighth\n\nThe rap scar is on, rap Parmesan, poke on, put it on, seal it on\nWe're silicone, spark it on your talkathon\nThis rap phenomenon to correspond took the arms\nHit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone\nScars, tones, bar thrown, war tones, raw tones\nBlowing out their jawbones, but your rap's fraudulent\nPlug in these rap coordinates, it's reinforced with suspense\nBe on your rap sword defense\n\nThese microphone professional, sensational, fully operational\nI got niggas here to play with you, you know the steez\nYou know my whole program, brothers from the no-lands\nAll we want is the G's, guns and grams\nLiving fat like the Hoffa, mafia, sipping, eating pastas\nLaying in the house, telling the seeds about the sagas\nBefore we got dramatic and thoughts got sporadic\nWe grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots\n\nSlugs hit the Pelle, punch hopes into the belly\nSuckers tried to knock me out the box like Skelly\nI smoke the weed trees, I drop top to the breeze\nHoney dip spending G's on nails and hair weave\nThe crime boss taking no loss, excessive force\nWe can play the A-Train back of the iron horse\n\nYo, man, you know what I'm saying?\nFuck it, man (we need to get outta here)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] Let me-let me hold that\n[00:00.76] One for you, one for me (true)\n[00:02.91] Two for you, one-two for me (what?) Three for you\n[00:05.99] Nigga get-get the-, man, I'll smack (fuck is-, out of here with all that shit)\n[00:08.66] Smack fire out your fucking ass, what the fuck you think this is, man?\n[00:11.28] Get the fuck up out of here man (chill, chill)\n[00:12.90] So, yo, matter of fact, the man is back (stick this man head out over a fucking fire!)\n[00:14.65] Shit, alright, this ain't even enough bread right here, this ain't enough\n[00:17.15] We going to shoot right over there (fuck that man, yo) and, yo\n[00:19.05] Them niggas got the big cream over there, just chill (alright, let's get this cash, and move nigga)\n[00:22.54] Spark it, right out the tropical, kid (alright, don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid)\n[00:27.44] (On a real, man), just chill, let's go get this money fast, son\n[00:29.58] I know how we got to do this, kid, trust this (alright, scrungy-head motherfuckers)\n[00:32.05] Yo, lay on the crime scene, sipping fine wines, pulling .9s on\n[00:35.42] UFOs, taking they fly clothes, they eyes closed\n[00:38.28] We getting loot, no doubt, check the word of mouth\n[00:40.83] Unheard about, guns go off and now a murder route\n[00:43.53] I'm out, my raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent\n[00:47.25] In a maze and style's blazing\n[00:48.97] Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn\n[00:51.27] And Rhyming, my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F\n[00:54.20] We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles\n[00:56.59] Having them poodles on the lockdown, buying me\n[00:59.23] Amarettos and chewables, smacking pharmaceutical\n[01:02.13] Rap niggas on dust and woos\n[01:04.29] Yo, I told you some killed, robbed and fold\n[01:06.99] The goal's untold, fuck it, it beats parole\n[01:09.41] So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the globe blow\n[01:12.60] Goddamn, I got it sewn and yo\n[01:14.86] What up wop? Pop the suitcase high and we can talk\n[01:17.73] You can walk out the fucking building and get caught\n[01:20.27] Save the fully inflatable, rap relatable\n[01:23.03] Drug relatable, niggas here to play with you\n[01:25.66] A hundred dollar Rottweiler, go to spot sellers\n[01:28.15] Guns and Glocks for them niggas who got props\n[01:30.79] Off top jail niggas get mad bigger and yo\n[01:33.57] Mail a guy about a hundred pictures\n[01:35.57] Word to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama\n[01:38.87] Comma, blunt smoke real-ass marijuana\n[01:41.47] Chef Maranzano boats across the Verrazano\n[01:43.83] Immaculate, bust off my gun so accurate\n[01:46.52] And get cream in the cuisine of Queens\n[01:48.86] I told you, money skated with night beams and two rings\n[01:51.75] Crazy fag, I'm getting ready to do this shit (sniff mad shit)\n[01:54.29] Man, niggas know not to step on this shit\n[01:56.95] Who's the knucklehead wanting respect?\n[01:58.70] Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well-known\n[02:01.32] Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath, here's his photograph\n[02:04.98] Run up in his lab, take off the mask, Chas, and think fast\n[02:07.44] Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash\n[02:10.49] Grab the tear gas and place it in his face fast at full blast\n[02:17.65] Then skate to the next gate further upstate\n[02:20.23] I heard they got crazy weight bagged up by the cakes in\n[02:23.17] Crates like disco breaks, yo, look out for jakes\n[02:25.78] Give it all it takes, let's burn the place before we motivate\n[02:28.66] Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate\n[02:30.86] If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape\n[02:33.37] It's by the plate with the blow crushed up with the flakes\n[02:36.05] Killer snakes, four bodies found floating in lakes\n[02:38.66] Drug related paper talking about the kids who didn't make it\n[02:41.42] Hits without a trace, never seen the bricks, see Rae and Ghostface\n[02:44.30] Congratulations, Chef, let's celebrate and sniff an eighth\n[02:48.24] The rap scar is on, rap Parmesan, poke on, put it on, seal it on\n[02:52.25] We're silicone, spark it on your talkathon\n[02:54.65] This rap phenomenon to correspond took the arms\n[02:57.38] Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone\n[02:59.73] Scars, tones, bar thrown, war tones, raw tones\n[03:02.32] Blowing out their jawbones, but your rap's fraudulent\n[03:05.04] Plug in these rap coordinates, it's reinforced with suspense\n[03:07.80] Be on your rap sword defense\n[03:08.98] These microphone professional, sensational, fully operational\n[03:12.88] I got niggas here to play with you, you know the steez\n[03:15.62] You know my whole program, brothers from the no-lands\n[03:18.74] All we want is the G's, guns and grams\n[03:21.32] Living fat like the Hoffa, mafia, sipping, eating pastas\n[03:24.91] Laying in the house, telling the seeds about the sagas\n[03:27.60] Before we got dramatic and thoughts got sporadic\n[03:30.01] We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots\n[03:33.04] Slugs hit the Pelle, punch hopes into the belly\n[03:35.58] Suckers tried to knock me out the box like Skelly\n[03:38.26] I smoke the weed trees, I drop top to the breeze\n[03:40.72] Honey dip spending G's on nails and hair weave\n[03:43.22] The crime boss taking no loss, excessive force\n[03:46.28] We can play the A-Train back of the iron horse\n[03:51.09] Yo, man, you know what I'm saying?\n[03:52.51] Fuck it, man (we need to get outta here)\n[03:55.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knuckleheadz\n  artist: Raekwon feat. 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the full blast\n  start_ms: 130770\n  end_ms: 133320\n- text: Then skate to the next state\n  start_ms: 133320\n  end_ms: 138110\n- text: Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight\n  start_ms: 138110\n  end_ms: 141310\n- text: Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks\n  start_ms: 141310\n  end_ms: 144340\n- text: Yo look out for jakes, give it all it takes\n  start_ms: 144340\n  end_ms: 146760\n- text: Let's burn the place before we motivate\n  start_ms: 146760\n  end_ms: 147920\n- text: Yo blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate\n  start_ms: 147920\n  end_ms: 150630\n- text: If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape\n  start_ms: 150630\n  end_ms: 152430\n- text: It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes\n  start_ms: 152430\n  end_ms: 155610\n- text: Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes\n  start_ms: 155610\n  end_ms: 158470\n- text: Drug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it\n  start_ms: 158470\n  end_ms: 161220\n- text: Hits without a trace\n  start_ms: 161220\n  end_ms: 163030\n- text: Never seen the big C and ghostface\n  start_ms: 163030\n  end_ms: 164130\n- text: Congratulations chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth\n  start_ms: 164130\n  end_ms: 166480\n- text: The rap scar is on rap chrome\n  start_ms: 166480\n  end_ms: 169850\n- text: Put it on seal it on, we're silicone spark it on your talkathon\n  start_ms: 169850\n  end_ms: 174290\n- text: This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms\n  start_ms: 174290\n  end_ms: 176940\n- text: Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone\n  start_ms: 176940\n  end_ms: 179590\n- text: Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones\n  start_ms: 179590\n  end_ms: 182370\n- text: Blowin' out the door, bones but\n  start_ms: 182370\n  end_ms: 184580\n- text: Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches\n  start_ms: 184580\n  end_ms: 186980\n- text: Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense\n  start_ms: 186980\n  end_ms: 188900\n- text: These microphone professional, sensational\n  start_ms: 188900\n  end_ms: 191130\n- text: Fully operational, I got niggaz here to play with you\n  start_ms: 191130\n  end_ms: 194270\n- text: You know the steez you know my whole program\n  start_ms: 194270\n  end_ms: 195960\n- text: Brothers from the no-lands, all we want is the G's\n  start_ms: 195960\n  end_ms: 199560\n- text: Guns and grams, livin' fat like the hoffa\n  start_ms: 199560\n  end_ms: 202510\n- text: Mafia, sippin' eatin' pastas\n  start_ms: 202510\n  end_ms: 204940\n- text: Layin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas\n  start_ms: 204940\n  end_ms: 207120\n- text: Before we got germanic and thoughts got sporadic\n  start_ms: 207120\n  end_ms: 209970\n- text: We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the abbots\n  start_ms: 209970\n  end_ms: 212510\n- text: Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly\n  start_ms: 212510\n  end_ms: 215650\n- text: Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly\n  start_ms: 215650\n  end_ms: 218580\n- text: I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees\n  start_ms: 218580\n  end_ms: 220430\n- text: Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave\n  start_ms: 220430\n  end_ms: 222690\n- text: The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force\n  start_ms: 222690\n  end_ms: 225450\n- text: We can play the A train, back off the iron horse\n  start_ms: 225450\n  end_ms: 229160\n- text: Yo man, Y'know what I'm sayin'? Fuck it man\n  start_ms: 229160\n  end_ms: 233010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 233010\nplain: |-\n  One for you, one for me\n  Two for you, one-two for me\n  Three for you\n  What? I'll smack fuck out ya\n\n  Smack fire out your fuckin' ass\n  What the fuck you think this is man?\n  Get the fuck up outta here man\n  So yo matter of fact, the man is back\n\n  Think my head is madder than fuckin' fire\n  Shit alright, this ain't even enough burn right here\n  This ain't enough\n  Fuck it man\n\n  We gonna shoot right over there\n  And yo them niggaz got the big cream over there\n  So just chill\n  So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid\n\n  Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid\n  Just chill man\n  On the real let's go get this money fast son\n  I know how we gotta do this kid\n  Scrungy-head motherfucker\n\n  Lay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines\n  Pullin nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes\n  They eyes closed, we gettin' loot\n  No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about\n  Guns go off and now a murder 'bout, I'm out\n\n  My raps play the part like a get smart secret agent\n  In a maze and, styles blazin', Johnny Blaze\n  And Tony Starks in a daze and\n  Rhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up\n\n  We like meth to go and fuck with noodles\n  Havin' them poodles on the lockdown buyin' me\n  Amarettas, and chewables, stackin' pharmecuetical\n  Rap niggaz on dust and wools\n\n  Yo, I told you, some kill, rob and fold\n  The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole\n  So stroll marvelous, soul controller\n  Of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn\n\n  And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high\n  And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin' building\n  And get caught, save the fully inflatable\n  Rap relatable, drug relatable, niggaz here to play with you\n\n  A hundred dollar rottweiler goes to spot sellers\n  Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props\n  On top, jail niggaz get mad bigger\n  And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures\n\n  Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama\n  Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana\n  Chef may resign to boat across the farasana\n  Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate\n\n  They get cream and the cuisine in Queens\n  I told you, money stated with the night beams and two rings\n  Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit\n  Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck!\n\n  Who's the knucklehead, wantin' respect?\n  Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known\n  Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath\n  Here's his photograph\n\n  Run up in his lab, take off the mask chaz and think fast\n  Don't laugh, bag the cash\n  Grab the hash, don't forget his stash\n  Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast the full blast\n\n  Then skate to the next state\n  Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight\n  Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks\n  Yo look out for jakes, give it all it takes\n  Let's burn the place before we motivate\n\n  Yo blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate\n  If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape\n  It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes\n  Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes\n\n  Drug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it\n  Hits without a trace\n  Never seen the big C and ghostface\n  Congratulations chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth\n\n  The rap scar is on rap chrome\n  Put it on seal it on, we're silicone spark it on your talkathon\n  This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms\n  Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone\n  Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones\n  Blowin' out the door, bones but\n\n  Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches\n  Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense\n  These microphone professional, sensational\n  Fully operational, I got niggaz here to play with you\n\n  You know the steez you know my whole program\n  Brothers from the no-lands, all we want is the G's\n  Guns and grams, livin' fat like the hoffa\n  Mafia, sippin' eatin' pastas\n\n  Layin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas\n  Before we got germanic and thoughts got sporadic\n  We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the abbots\n  Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly\n\n  Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly\n  I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees\n  Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave\n  The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force\n  We can play the A train, back off the iron horse\n\n  Yo man, Y'know what I'm sayin'? Fuck it man\n"}]