[{"id":32157451,"name":"Imperial (feat. Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"Imperial (feat. Busta Rhymes)","artistName":"Rah Digga","albumName":"Dirty Harriet","duration":384.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Some old year 2000 shit for you motherfuckers\nThis generation, rules the nation\nWith version\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nFlipmode the Imperial\nYou know you love it when you hear us on the radio\nGo cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\nOr in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\nAnd if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\nYou know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\nWith Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\nJust when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n\nIt be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner\nThe only shit poppin' like White Castle or The Diner\nRah Digga makes the joints that the DJs blast\n\nGhetto diva in the Source with the three page ad\nWatch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly\nLabels scared to death to let they artist bomb with me\n'Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em\nThe ruggedest bitch don't even rhyme about gunnin'\nGot joints circulating like them old karate flicks\nBunch of Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks\nBump my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks\n\nAnd make the quickest turn around like dro for twenty bucks\nAnd I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me\n\nBack to jackin' bootleg flicks from out the deli\nLivin' off the interest, sippin' on Tequila\nWith my logo on the side of fuckin' eighteen wheelers\n\nFlipmode the Imperial\nYou know you love it when you hear us on the radio\nGo cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\nOr in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\nAnd if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\nYou know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\nWith Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\nJust when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n\nHey, yo, razzle and dazzle niggas like y'all\nSpray niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all\nI got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all\nFight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all\nI know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all\n\nTalk and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all\nTrample niggas like y'all, make examples out of niggas like y'all\nGrit they teeth and cock they hammer up inside the dance hall\nThugs, here's another sample for niggas like y'all\nAnd for the ones who pass, I'll light\nA roman candle for niggas like y'all\n\nFight for niggas like y'all, grab the mic for motherfuckers like y'all\nBlow the spot and end the night for all my niggas like y'all\nMy get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all\nAnd stink the spot up with dro now spray your fuckin' Lysol\nYo, you know we be the ultimate, we fuckin' with some other shit\nAnd when we hit y'all, yes, we sit\nAnd watch y'all niggas ride the dick\n\nFlipmode the Imperial\nYou know you love it when you hear us on the radio\nGo cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\nOr in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\nAnd if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\nYou know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\nWith Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\nJust when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n\nAyo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lots of wack shit\nWhile I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit\nBlack chick with intellect, who wanna match wits?\nWrite my own rhymes so can't no niggas tell me jack shit\n\nMaster shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit\nPresenting the first lady of the squad, now give me dap and shit\nSayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy\nAnd I ain't gon' join your cipher if the weed's too seedy\nYo, make sure you see what we doin' now, put on your binoculars\n\nThen I gas ya like a paid Latino down at Banco Popular\nRah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya\nLongest runnin' shit since the Phantom of the Opera\nBus-a-Bus goin' down as one of the great spoken philosophers\n\nHoldin' a twelve shot semi with a little red dot for ya\nFirst and only female unmatched by anyone\nRip it from old school to the next millennium\n\nFlipmode the Imperial\nYou know you love it when you hear us on the radio\nGo cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\nOr in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\nAnd if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\nYou know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\nWith Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\nJust when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n\nIt's showtime, y'all ready?\nRoll up the hydro, let's get loaded\nIt's showtime, at the get high show, tonight\nWelcome you all to another edition\nOf showtime at the get high show\nWhere we'll definitely blow your ass up\n\nThat's for certain\nOr we could bring a huge embarrassment to your corny ass\nEnjoy the fuckin' curtain, ah-hee-hee\nI am your host, ah-hee\nI am your host, no weed hardly\nWith my co-host, keep weed shepherd\n\nA-a-and we would like to make a big round of applause\nFor our first contestant from yellow belly, Nebraska\nBy the name of Callus Foot Carson\nHey, Callus Foot Carson, I got it right\nYeah, you got it, you good\nAlright now, Callus Foot\nWhy don't you just get on over there and just do that tune for us\nOkay, we'll get five, six, seven, eight\n\nDon't you be my lover\n\nWith a country suckin' cuter leg, oh\n\nAlright, alright, goddammit, who brought this motherfucker?\nLet's get down to the plain and simple\nLet's get down to the get purty off stage style\nWhere's Sandman at? Where's Sand\nCharles, come get this motherfucker\n\nDon't, don't be cold, Charles\nI'ma get him though, I'ma get him\nGod damn, this nigga, man\nOoh, oh God, Paul, did he shoot that poor man?\nHell nah, girl, he ain't shoot him\nIt's part of the show, it's part of the show\nShit, you motherfuckin' right\nHe shot him right in the chest\nOoh, Charles, you done got the stage all fucked up\n\nNigga ass all over the goddamn stage\nWell, movin' right along\nLike I told y'all before, before I tell you who she is\nWe gon' blow your ass up for certain\nBut if you come around here with that corny ass shit\n\nWe gon' enjoy the motherfuckin' curtain\nNow off with the next act\n\nRah Digga, sing that tune for us, baby\nIt's showtime, y'all ready?\nRoll up the hydro, let's get loaded\nIt's showtime, at the get high show, tonight","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.07] Some old year 2000 shit for you motherfuckers\n[00:07.28] This generation, rules the nation\n[00:11.63] With version\n[00:14.23] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:16.38] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:19.16] Flipmode the Imperial\n[00:20.82] You know you love it when you hear us on the radio\n[00:23.67] Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\n[00:26.52] Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\n[00:29.46] And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\n[00:31.90] You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\n[00:35.17] With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\n[00:38.03] Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n[00:41.66] It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner\n[00:44.86] The only shit poppin' like White Castle or The Diner\n[00:47.51] Rah Digga makes the joints that the DJs blast\n[00:50.49] Ghetto diva in the Source with the three page ad\n[00:53.73] Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly\n[00:56.42] Labels scared to death to let they artist bomb with me\n[00:59.27] 'Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em\n[01:02.12] The ruggedest bitch don't even rhyme about gunnin'\n[01:04.83] Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks\n[01:07.64] Bunch of Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks\n[01:10.43] Bump my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks\n[01:13.29] And make the quickest turn around like dro for twenty bucks\n[01:16.19] And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me\n[01:19.49] Back to jackin' bootleg flicks from out the deli\n[01:22.36] Livin' off the interest, sippin' on Tequila\n[01:24.86] With my logo on the side of fuckin' eighteen wheelers\n[01:28.03] Flipmode the Imperial\n[01:29.64] You know you love it when you hear us on the radio\n[01:32.44] Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\n[01:35.32] Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\n[01:38.27] And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\n[01:40.88] You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\n[01:43.90] With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\n[01:46.84] Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n[01:50.90] Hey, yo, razzle and dazzle niggas like y'all\n[01:53.97] Spray niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all\n[01:56.76] I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all\n[01:59.67] Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all\n[02:02.47] I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all\n[02:05.43] Talk and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all\n[02:08.20] Trample niggas like y'all, make examples out of niggas like y'all\n[02:11.44] Grit they teeth and cock they hammer up inside the dance hall\n[02:14.30] Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like y'all\n[02:16.62] And for the ones who pass, I'll light\n[02:17.73] A roman candle for niggas like y'all\n[02:19.74] Fight for niggas like y'all, grab the mic for motherfuckers like y'all\n[02:22.94] Blow the spot and end the night for all my niggas like y'all\n[02:25.71] My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all\n[02:28.26] And stink the spot up with dro now spray your fuckin' Lysol\n[02:31.08] Yo, you know we be the ultimate, we fuckin' with some other shit\n[02:34.16] And when we hit y'all, yes, we sit\n[02:35.69] And watch y'all niggas ride the dick\n[02:37.17] Flipmode the Imperial\n[02:38.45] You know you love it when you hear us on the radio\n[02:41.38] Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\n[02:44.14] Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\n[02:47.02] And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\n[02:49.92] You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\n[02:52.78] With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\n[02:55.67] Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n[02:59.44] Ayo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lots of wack shit\n[03:02.46] While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit\n[03:05.45] Black chick with intellect, who wanna match wits?\n[03:08.44] Write my own rhymes so can't no niggas tell me jack shit\n[03:11.20] Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit\n[03:14.06] Presenting the first lady of the squad, now give me dap and shit\n[03:16.61] Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy\n[03:19.57] And I ain't gon' join your cipher if the weed's too seedy\n[03:22.33] Yo, make sure you see what we doin' now, put on your binoculars\n[03:25.48] Then I gas ya like a paid Latino down at Banco Popular\n[03:28.11] Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya\n[03:31.34] Longest runnin' shit since the Phantom of the Opera\n[03:33.82] Bus-a-Bus goin' down as one of the great spoken philosophers\n[03:37.11] Holdin' a twelve shot semi with a little red dot for ya\n[03:39.56] First and only female unmatched by anyone\n[03:42.46] Rip it from old school to the next millennium\n[03:45.25] Flipmode the Imperial\n[03:47.21] You know you love it when you hear us on the radio\n[03:50.17] Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\n[03:53.02] Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\n[03:55.89] And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\n[03:58.73] You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\n[04:01.52] With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\n[04:04.47] Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n[04:09.95] \n[04:21.59] It's showtime, y'all ready?\n[04:24.10] Roll up the hydro, let's get loaded\n[04:27.51] It's showtime, at the get high show, tonight\n[04:34.32] Welcome you all to another edition\n[04:36.82] Of showtime at the get high show\n[04:39.31] Where we'll definitely blow your ass up\n[04:42.09] That's for certain\n[04:43.27] Or we could bring a huge embarrassment to your corny ass\n[04:46.96] Enjoy the fuckin' curtain, ah-hee-hee\n[04:49.74] I am your host, ah-hee\n[04:52.41] I am your host, no weed hardly\n[04:55.17] With my co-host, keep weed shepherd\n[04:58.91] A-a-and we would like to make a big round of applause\n[05:01.92] For our first contestant from yellow belly, Nebraska\n[05:05.54] By the name of Callus Foot Carson\n[05:07.74] Hey, Callus Foot Carson, I got it right\n[05:09.61] Yeah, you got it, you good\n[05:10.35] Alright now, Callus Foot\n[05:11.88] Why don't you just get on over there and just do that tune for us\n[05:14.53] Okay, we'll get five, six, seven, eight\n[05:18.16] Don't you be my lover\n[05:22.05] With a country suckin' cuter leg, oh\n[05:24.80] Alright, alright, goddammit, who brought this motherfucker?\n[05:27.42] Let's get down to the plain and simple\n[05:28.26] Let's get down to the get purty off stage style\n[05:31.17] Where's Sandman at? Where's Sand\n[05:31.17] Charles, come get this motherfucker\n[05:32.26] Don't, don't be cold, Charles\n[05:33.50] I'ma get him though, I'ma get him\n[05:34.97] God damn, this nigga, man\n[05:36.83] Ooh, oh God, Paul, did he shoot that poor man?\n[05:42.30] Hell nah, girl, he ain't shoot him\n[05:43.87] It's part of the show, it's part of the show\n[05:45.55] Shit, you motherfuckin' right\n[05:46.82] He shot him right in the chest\n[05:48.40] Ooh, Charles, you done got the stage all fucked up\n[05:51.65] Nigga ass all over the goddamn stage\n[05:54.51] Well, movin' right along\n[05:56.47] Like I told y'all before, before I tell you who she is\n[05:59.31] We gon' blow your ass up for certain\n[06:01.56] But if you come around here with that corny ass shit\n[06:04.18] We gon' enjoy the motherfuckin' curtain\n[06:06.29] Now off with the next act\n[06:07.87] Rah Digga, sing that tune for us, baby\n[06:10.60] It's showtime, y'all ready?\n[06:13.23] Roll up the hydro, let's get loaded\n[06:16.61] It's showtime, at the get high show, tonight\n[06:23.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Imperial (feat. 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in your Jeeps or in the disco\n  And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\n  You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\n  With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\n  Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n\n  Ayo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lots of wack shit\n  While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit\n  Black chick with intellect, who wanna match wits?\n  Write my own rhymes so can't no niggas tell me jack shit\n\n  Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit\n  Presenting the first lady of the squad, now give me dap and shit\n  Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy\n  And I ain't gon' join your cipher if the weed's too seedy\n  Yo, make sure you see what we doin' now, put on your binoculars\n\n  Then I gas ya like a paid Latino down at Banco Popular\n  Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya\n  Longest runnin' shit since the Phantom of the 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ah-hee-hee\n  I am your host, ah-hee\n  I am your host, no weed hardly\n  With my co-host, keep weed shepherd\n\n  A-a-and we would like to make a big round of applause\n  For our first contestant from yellow belly, Nebraska\n  By the name of Callus Foot Carson\n  Hey, Callus Foot Carson, I got it right\n  Yeah, you got it, you good\n  Alright now, Callus Foot\n  Why don't you just get on over there and just do that tune for us\n  Okay, we'll get five, six, seven, eight\n\n  Don't you be my lover\n\n  With a country suckin' cuter leg, oh\n\n  Alright, alright, goddammit, who brought this motherfucker?\n  Let's get down to the plain and simple\n  Let's get down to the get purty off stage style\n  Where's Sandman at? 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razzle and dazzle niggas like y'all\nSpray niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all\nI got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all\nFight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all\nI know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all\n\nTalk and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all\nTrample niggas like y'all, make examples out of niggas like y'all\nGrit they teeth and cock they hammer up inside the dance hall\nThugs, here's another sample for niggas like y'all\nAnd for the ones who pass, I'll light\nA roman candle for niggas like y'all\n\nFight for niggas like y'all, grab the mic for motherfuckers like y'all\nBlow the spot and end the night for all my niggas like y'all\nMy get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all\nAnd stink the spot up with dro now spray your fuckin' Lysol\nYo, you know we be the ultimate, we fuckin' with some other shit\nAnd when we hit y'all, yes, we sit\nAnd watch y'all niggas ride the dick\n\nFlipmode the Imperial\nYou 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send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em\n[01:02.12] The ruggedest bitch don't even rhyme about gunnin'\n[01:04.83] Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks\n[01:07.64] Bunch of Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks\n[01:10.43] Bump my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks\n[01:13.29] And make the quickest turn around like dro for twenty bucks\n[01:16.19] And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me\n[01:19.49] Back to jackin' bootleg flicks from out the deli\n[01:22.36] Livin' off the interest, sippin' on Tequila\n[01:24.86] With my logo on the side of fuckin' eighteen wheelers\n[01:28.03] Flipmode the Imperial\n[01:29.64] You know you love it when you hear us on the radio\n[01:32.44] Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\n[01:35.32] Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\n[01:38.27] And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\n[01:40.88] You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\n[01:43.90] With Bus-a-Bus up in the 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niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all\n[02:28.26] And stink the spot up with dro now spray your fuckin' Lysol\n[02:31.08] Yo, you know we be the ultimate, we fuckin' with some other shit\n[02:34.16] And when we hit y'all, yes, we sit\n[02:35.69] And watch y'all niggas ride the dick\n[02:37.17] Flipmode the Imperial\n[02:38.45] You know you love it when you hear us on the radio\n[02:41.38] Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\n[02:44.14] Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\n[02:47.02] And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\n[02:49.92] You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\n[02:52.78] With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\n[02:55.67] Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n[02:59.44] Ayo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lots of wack shit\n[03:02.46] While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit\n[03:05.45] Black chick with intellect, who wanna match wits?\n[03:08.44] Write my own rhymes so can't no niggas tell me jack shit\n[03:11.20] Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit\n[03:14.06] Presenting the first lady of the squad, now give me dap and shit\n[03:16.61] Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy\n[03:19.57] And I ain't gon' join your cipher if the weed's too seedy\n[03:22.33] Yo, make sure you see what we doin' now, put on your binoculars\n[03:25.48] Then I gas ya like a paid Latino down at Banco Popular\n[03:28.11] Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya\n[03:31.34] Longest runnin' shit since the Phantom of the Opera\n[03:33.82] Bus-a-Bus goin' down as one of the great spoken philosophers\n[03:37.11] Holdin' a twelve shot semi with a little red dot for ya\n[03:39.56] First and only female unmatched by anyone\n[03:42.46] Rip it from old school to the next millennium\n[03:45.25] Flipmode the Imperial\n[03:47.21] You know you love it when you hear us on the radio\n[03:50.17] Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\n[03:53.02] Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\n[03:55.89] And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\n[03:58.73] You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\n[04:01.52] With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\n[04:04.47] Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n[04:09.95] \n[04:21.59] It's showtime, y'all ready?\n[04:24.10] Roll up the hydro, let's get loaded\n[04:27.51] It's showtime, at the get high show, tonight\n[04:34.32] Welcome you all to another edition\n[04:36.82] Of showtime at the get high show\n[04:39.31] Where we'll definitely blow your ass up\n[04:42.09] That's for certain\n[04:43.27] Or we could bring a huge embarrassment to your corny ass\n[04:46.96] Enjoy the fuckin' curtain, ah-hee-hee\n[04:49.74] I am your host, ah-hee\n[04:52.41] I am your host, no weed hardly\n[04:55.17] With my co-host, keep weed shepherd\n[04:58.91] A-a-and we would like to make a big round of applause\n[05:01.92] For our first contestant from yellow belly, Nebraska\n[05:05.54] By the name of Callus Foot Carson\n[05:07.74] Hey, Callus Foot Carson, I got it right\n[05:09.61] Yeah, you got it, you good\n[05:10.35] Alright now, Callus Foot\n[05:11.88] Why don't you just get on over there and just do that tune for us\n[05:14.53] Okay, we'll get five, six, seven, eight\n[05:18.16] Don't you be my lover\n[05:22.05] With a country suckin' cuter leg, oh\n[05:24.80] Alright, alright, goddammit, who brought this motherfucker?\n[05:27.42] Let's get down to the plain and simple\n[05:28.26] Let's get down to the get purty off stage style\n[05:31.17] Where's Sandman at? Where's Sand\n[05:31.17] Charles, come get this motherfucker\n[05:32.26] Don't, don't be cold, Charles\n[05:33.50] I'ma get him though, I'ma get him\n[05:34.97] God damn, this nigga, man\n[05:36.83] Ooh, oh God, Paul, did he shoot that poor man?\n[05:42.30] Hell nah, girl, he ain't shoot him\n[05:43.87] It's part of the show, it's part of the show\n[05:45.55] Shit, you motherfuckin' right\n[05:46.82] He shot him right in the chest\n[05:48.40] Ooh, Charles, you done got the stage all fucked up\n[05:51.65] Nigga ass all over the goddamn stage\n[05:54.51] Well, movin' right along\n[05:56.47] Like I told y'all before, before I tell you who she is\n[05:59.31] We gon' blow your ass up for certain\n[06:01.56] But if you come around here with that corny ass shit\n[06:04.18] We gon' enjoy the motherfuckin' curtain\n[06:06.29] Now off with the next act\n[06:07.87] Rah Digga, sing that tune for us, baby\n[06:10.60] It's showtime, y'all ready?\n[06:13.23] Roll up the hydro, let's get loaded\n[06:16.61] It's showtime, at the get high show, tonight\n[06:23.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Imperial\n  artist: Rah Digga feat. 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yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Flipmode the Imperial\n  You know you love it when you hear us on the radio\n  Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\n  Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\n  And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\n  You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\n  With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\n  Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n\n  It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner\n  The only shit poppin' like White Castle or The Diner\n  Rah Digga makes the joints that the DJs blast\n\n  Ghetto diva in the Source with the three page ad\n  Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly\n  Labels scared to death to let they artist bomb with me\n  'Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em\n  The ruggedest bitch don't even rhyme about gunnin'\n  Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks\n  Bunch of Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks\n  Bump my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks\n\n  And make the quickest turn around like dro for twenty bucks\n  And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me\n\n  Back to jackin' bootleg flicks from out the deli\n  Livin' off the interest, sippin' on Tequila\n  With my logo on the side of fuckin' eighteen wheelers\n\n  Flipmode the Imperial\n  You know you love it when you hear us on the radio\n  Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\n  Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\n  And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\n  You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\n  With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\n  Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n\n  Hey, yo, razzle and dazzle niggas like y'all\n  Spray niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all\n  I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all\n  Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all\n  I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all\n\n  Talk and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all\n  Trample niggas like y'all, make examples out of niggas like y'all\n  Grit they teeth and cock they hammer up inside the dance hall\n  Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like y'all\n  And for the ones who pass, I'll light\n  A roman candle for niggas like y'all\n\n  Fight for niggas like y'all, grab the mic for motherfuckers like y'all\n  Blow the spot and end the night for all my niggas like y'all\n  My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all\n  And stink the spot up with dro now spray your fuckin' Lysol\n  Yo, you know we be the ultimate, we fuckin' with some other shit\n  And when we hit y'all, yes, we sit\n  And watch y'all niggas ride the dick\n\n  Flipmode the Imperial\n  You know you love it when you hear us on the radio\n  Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\n  Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\n  And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\n  You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\n  With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\n  Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n\n  Ayo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lots of wack shit\n  While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit\n  Black chick with intellect, who wanna match wits?\n  Write my own rhymes so can't no niggas tell me jack shit\n\n  Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit\n  Presenting the first lady of the squad, now give me dap and shit\n  Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy\n  And I ain't gon' join your cipher if the weed's too seedy\n  Yo, make sure you see what we doin' now, put on your binoculars\n\n  Then I gas ya like a paid Latino down at Banco Popular\n  Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya\n  Longest runnin' shit since the Phantom of the Opera\n  Bus-a-Bus goin' down as one of the great spoken philosophers\n\n  Holdin' a twelve shot semi with a little red dot for ya\n  First and only female unmatched by anyone\n  Rip it from old school to the next millennium\n\n  Flipmode the Imperial\n  You know you love it when you hear us on the radio\n  Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo\n  Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco\n  And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go\n  You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video\n  With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though\n  Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo', BOO!\n\n  It's showtime, y'all ready?\n  Roll up the hydro, let's get loaded\n  It's showtime, at the get high show, tonight\n  Welcome you all to another edition\n  Of showtime at the get high show\n  Where we'll definitely blow your ass up\n\n  That's for certain\n  Or we could bring a huge embarrassment to your corny ass\n  Enjoy the fuckin' curtain, ah-hee-hee\n  I am your host, ah-hee\n  I am your host, no weed hardly\n  With my co-host, keep weed shepherd\n\n  A-a-and we would like to make a big round of applause\n  For our first contestant from yellow belly, Nebraska\n  By the name of Callus Foot Carson\n  Hey, Callus Foot Carson, I got it right\n  Yeah, you got it, you good\n  Alright now, Callus Foot\n  Why don't you just get on over there and just do that tune for us\n  Okay, we'll get five, six, seven, eight\n\n  Don't you be my lover\n\n  With a country suckin' cuter leg, oh\n\n  Alright, alright, goddammit, who brought this motherfucker?\n  Let's get down to the plain and simple\n  Let's get down to the get purty off stage style\n  Where's Sandman at? Where's Sand\n  Charles, come get this motherfucker\n\n  Don't, don't be cold, Charles\n  I'ma get him though, I'ma get him\n  God damn, this nigga, man\n  Ooh, oh God, Paul, did he shoot that poor man?\n  Hell nah, girl, he ain't shoot him\n  It's part of the show, it's part of the show\n  Shit, you motherfuckin' right\n  He shot him right in the chest\n  Ooh, Charles, you done got the stage all fucked up\n\n  Nigga ass all over the goddamn stage\n  Well, movin' right along\n  Like I told y'all before, before I tell you who she is\n  We gon' blow your ass up for certain\n  But if you come around here with that corny ass shit\n\n  We gon' enjoy the motherfuckin' curtain\n  Now off with the next act\n\n  Rah Digga, sing that tune for us, baby\n  It's showtime, y'all ready?\n  Roll up the hydro, let's get loaded\n  It's showtime, at the get high show, tonight\n"},{"id":11644660,"name":"Cha Cha Cha (feat. Busta Rhymes, Baby Sham, Rah Digga & Spliff Star)","trackName":"Cha Cha Cha (feat. 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I got shit for the brain\nYou faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname\nI shatter an ego quick\nI be that chick\nThe wrong niggas gonna be round to see that shit\n\n(Chorus / Busta Rhymes):\nYa'll niggas wanna get down\nYa niggas wanna battle\nEh, what ya'll wannna do\nLet's cha cha cha cha cha\n\nYa'll niggas wanna get down\nYa niggas wanna battle\nEh, what ya'll wannna do\nLet's cha cha cha cha cha\n\nYa'll niggas wanna get down\nLet's cha cha cha cha cha\nYa niggas wanna battle\nLet's cha cha cha cha cha\nEh, what Ya'll wannna do\nLet's cha cha cha cha cha\nCha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha\n\n(Baby Sham):\nGet the royal blue nab and swing my way\nOn some real party shit if you hold your way\nI can hold mine\nYou wanna battle blow some lines\nRocks gleam on the top of my wrist\nYou want this\nBe the same dude that hop on the pubic splits\nYou can't hold this\nYou jealous cause ya shorty want this\nDig her back out in front of my crib\nHer man staked out\nOn the rare the cloud sh... shut your mouth\nWhat you chap 'bout, the same shit\nBeen on for chris\nThe style got you twist up\nWalk wit face ice grilled up\nSome cat pulled up in a black surburb\nLet me move first so I can park my shit on the curb\nYa moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen\nI'm short for reason\nYou spoke and should have passed that\nDon't ask my age cause the world made me like that\nBlast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back\n\n(Chorus / Busta Rhymes):\nYa'll niggas wanna get down\nYa niggas wanna battle\nEh, what ya'll wannna do\nLet's cha cha cha cha cha\n\nYa'll niggas wanna get down\nYa niggas wanna battle\nLet's, what ya'll wannna do\nNa cha cha cha cha cha\n\nYa'll niggas wanna get down\nLet's cha cha cha cha cha\nYa niggas wanna battle\nLet's cha cha cha cha cha\nEh, what Ya'll wannna do\nLet's cha cha cha cha cha\nCha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha\n\n(Outro / Busta Rhymes):\nYeah...\nRah Digga...\nSliff Star...\nBaby Sham...\nFlipmode Squad nigga...\nFuck is the deal...\n'98 shit...\n'99 shit...\n2000 shit...\n2001 shit...\n2002 shit...\nEternal shit motherfucker...\nStay tuned...","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.03] (Intro / Spliff Star):\n[00:06.87] Hah...\n[00:07.13] Rah Digga...\n[00:09.56] Spliff Star...\n[00:11.90] Flipmode...\n[00:14.38] In ya face nigga...\n[00:17.04] You wanna battle nigga...\n[00:18.86] (Spliff Star):\n[00:19.46] Yo, Yo, Yo!\n[00:20.32] It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright\n[00:22.50] Sodomize the mic\n[00:23.93] Get the crowd hype\n[00:24.82] Make 'em want to fight\n[00:25.68] You see the rhymes I construct\n[00:27.12] The flows I conduct\n[00:28.03] It fucked up the party like somebody got bucked\n[00:30.44] Nigga word!\n[00:31.03] I lays it down flat like a door mat\n[00:33.20] Get head in every state wherever I toured at\n[00:35.49] Spliff ah spliff\n[00:36.40] Duh-ty nigga what the undisputed\n[00:37.87] Counting traps\n[00:38.77] Taking trip out the cacilac\n[00:40.13] Smokin' quan-quan\n[00:41.35] Doggie style chicks in the Montreaon\n[00:42.55] Cracking many bar\n[00:43.92] Fuck it\n[00:45.57] Nigga grab an Averon\n[00:46.69] Me Spliff, be the fucking tailor of my fashion\n[00:47.80] Fuck what niggas think\n[00:48.65] Watch a nigga turn platinum\n[00:50.40] (Chorus / Busta Rhymes):\n[00:51.08] Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n[00:51.97] Ya niggas wanna battle\n[00:53.18] Eh, what ya'll wannna do\n[00:54.28] Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n[00:55.44] Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n[00:56.80] Ya niggas wanna battle\n[00:58.04] Just what ya'll wannna do\n[00:59.10] Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n[01:00.42] Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n[01:02.14] Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n[01:03.05] Ya niggas wanna battle\n[01:04.25] Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n[01:05.42] Eh what Ya'll wannna do\n[01:06.87] Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n[01:08.08] Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha\n[01:10.06] (Rah Digga):\n[01:10.70] Digga, Digga\n[01:11.77] First name Rahshea\n[01:13.25] Sweetest person had no idea\n[01:15.59] Just like that honey flipped three times\n[01:17.95] With nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon\n[01:20.62] Situation around the way with my women\n[01:22.92] Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen\n[01:25.49] Totin' herbals\n[01:26.97] We got papers like staples\n[01:28.14] Marla Marples\n[01:29.27] Didn't think I could take you\n[01:30.75] Confrontation now niggas wanna run up\n[01:33.15] Trying to flex muscle on a bitch tring to come up\n[01:35.50] Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt\n[01:38.86] Roll they ass out like they parapilegic\n[01:41.11] Boy! 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I got shit for the brain\n  start_ms: 101110\n  end_ms: 102980\n- text: You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname\n  start_ms: 102980\n  end_ms: 105640\n- text: I shatter an ego quick\n  start_ms: 105640\n  end_ms: 106890\n- text: I be that chick\n  start_ms: 106890\n  end_ms: 108010\n- text: The wrong niggas gonna be round to see that shit\n  start_ms: 108010\n  end_ms: 110440\n- text: '(Chorus / Busta Rhymes):'\n  start_ms: 110440\n  end_ms: 110720\n- text: Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  start_ms: 110720\n  end_ms: 112110\n- text: Ya niggas wanna battle\n  start_ms: 112110\n  end_ms: 113360\n- text: Eh, what ya'll wannna do\n  start_ms: 113360\n  end_ms: 114570\n- text: Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  start_ms: 114570\n  end_ms: 115660\n- text: Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  start_ms: 115660\n  end_ms: 116810\n- text: Ya niggas wanna battle\n  start_ms: 116810\n  end_ms: 118380\n- text: Eh, what ya'll wannna do\n  start_ms: 118380\n  end_ms: 119420\n- text: Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  start_ms: 119420\n  end_ms: 120690\n- text: Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  start_ms: 120690\n  end_ms: 122130\n- text: Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  start_ms: 122130\n  end_ms: 123330\n- text: Ya niggas wanna battle\n  start_ms: 123330\n  end_ms: 124880\n- text: Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  start_ms: 124880\n  end_ms: 126090\n- text: Eh, what Ya'll wannna do\n  start_ms: 126090\n  end_ms: 126910\n- text: Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  start_ms: 126910\n  end_ms: 128310\n- text: Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha\n  start_ms: 128310\n  end_ms: 130230\n- text: '(Baby Sham):'\n  start_ms: 130230\n  end_ms: 130720\n- text: Get the royal blue nab and swing my way\n  start_ms: 130720\n  end_ms: 132810\n- text: On some real party shit if you hold your way\n  start_ms: 132810\n  end_ms: 135600\n- text: I can hold mine\n  start_ms: 135600\n  end_ms: 136370\n- text: You wanna battle blow some lines\n  start_ms: 136370\n  end_ms: 138160\n- text: Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist\n  start_ms: 138160\n  end_ms: 139850\n- text: You want this\n  start_ms: 139850\n  end_ms: 141120\n- text: Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits\n  start_ms: 141120\n  end_ms: 143170\n- text: You can't hold this\n  start_ms: 143170\n  end_ms: 144010\n- text: You jealous cause ya shorty want this\n  start_ms: 144010\n  end_ms: 145530\n- text: Dig her back out in front of my crib\n  start_ms: 145530\n  end_ms: 147250\n- text: Her man staked out\n  start_ms: 147250\n  end_ms: 148540\n- text: On the rare the cloud sh... shut your mouth\n  start_ms: 148540\n  end_ms: 150610\n- text: What you chap 'bout, the same shit\n  start_ms: 150610\n  end_ms: 152160\n- text: Been on for chris\n  start_ms: 152160\n  end_ms: 153590\n- text: The style got you twist up\n  start_ms: 153590\n  end_ms: 154730\n- text: Walk wit face ice grilled up\n  start_ms: 154730\n  end_ms: 155970\n- text: Some cat pulled up in a black surburb\n  start_ms: 155970\n  end_ms: 158060\n- text: Let me move first so I can park my shit on the curb\n  start_ms: 158060\n  end_ms: 160700\n- text: Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen\n  start_ms: 160700\n  end_ms: 163320\n- text: I'm short for reason\n  start_ms: 163320\n  end_ms: 164560\n- text: You spoke and should have passed that\n  start_ms: 164560\n  end_ms: 166070\n- text: Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that\n  start_ms: 166070\n  end_ms: 168350\n- text: Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back\n  start_ms: 168350\n  end_ms: 170460\n- text: '(Chorus / Busta Rhymes):'\n  start_ms: 170460\n  end_ms: 171310\n- text: Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  start_ms: 171310\n  end_ms: 172180\n- text: Ya niggas wanna battle\n  start_ms: 172180\n  end_ms: 173430\n- text: Eh, what ya'll wannna do\n  start_ms: 173430\n  end_ms: 174900\n- text: Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  start_ms: 174900\n  end_ms: 175880\n- text: Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  start_ms: 175880\n  end_ms: 176960\n- text: Ya niggas wanna battle\n  start_ms: 176960\n  end_ms: 178520\n- text: Let's, what ya'll wannna do\n  start_ms: 178520\n  end_ms: 180300\n- text: Na cha cha cha cha cha\n  start_ms: 180300\n  end_ms: 181250\n- text: Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  start_ms: 181250\n  end_ms: 182320\n- text: Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  start_ms: 182320\n  end_ms: 183570\n- text: Ya niggas wanna battle\n  start_ms: 183570\n  end_ms: 184710\n- text: Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  start_ms: 184710\n  end_ms: 186260\n- text: Eh, what Ya'll wannna do\n  start_ms: 186260\n  end_ms: 187490\n- text: Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  start_ms: 187490\n  end_ms: 188390\n- text: Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha\n  start_ms: 188390\n  end_ms: 189480\n- text: '(Outro / Busta Rhymes):'\n  start_ms: 189480\n  end_ms: 190000\n- text: Yeah...\n  start_ms: 190000\n  end_ms: 191240\n- text: Rah Digga...\n  start_ms: 191240\n  end_ms: 194210\n- text: Sliff Star...\n  start_ms: 194210\n  end_ms: 195410\n- text: Baby Sham...\n  start_ms: 195410\n  end_ms: 196590\n- text: Flipmode Squad nigga...\n  start_ms: 196590\n  end_ms: 198600\n- text: Fuck is the deal...\n  start_ms: 198600\n  end_ms: 204060\n- text: '''98 shit...'\n  start_ms: 204060\n  end_ms: 205850\n- text: '''99 shit...'\n  start_ms: 205850\n  end_ms: 206460\n- text: 2000 shit...\n  start_ms: 206460\n  end_ms: 207050\n- text: 2001 shit...\n  start_ms: 207050\n  end_ms: 207580\n- text: 2002 shit...\n  start_ms: 207580\n  end_ms: 208120\n- text: Eternal shit motherfucker...\n  start_ms: 208120\n  end_ms: 208920\n- text: Stay tuned...\n  start_ms: 208920\n  end_ms: 209430\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 209430\nplain: |-\n  (Intro / Spliff Star):\n  Hah...\n  Rah Digga...\n  Spliff Star...\n  Flipmode...\n  In ya face nigga...\n  You wanna battle nigga...\n\n  (Spliff Star):\n  Yo, Yo, Yo!\n  It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright\n  Sodomize the mic\n  Get the crowd hype\n  Make 'em want to fight\n  You see the rhymes I construct\n  The flows I conduct\n  It fucked up the party like somebody got bucked\n  Nigga word!\n  I lays it down flat like a door mat\n  Get head in every state wherever I toured at\n  Spliff ah spliff\n  Duh-ty nigga what the undisputed\n  Counting traps\n  Taking trip out the cacilac\n  Smokin' quan-quan\n  Doggie style chicks in the Montreaon\n  Cracking many bar\n  Fuck it\n  Nigga grab an Averon\n  Me Spliff, be the fucking tailor of my fashion\n  Fuck what niggas think\n  Watch a nigga turn platinum\n\n  (Chorus / Busta Rhymes):\n  Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  Ya niggas wanna battle\n  Eh, what ya'll wannna do\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n\n  Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  Ya niggas wanna battle\n  Just what ya'll wannna do\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n\n  Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  Ya niggas wanna battle\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  Eh what Ya'll wannna do\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha\n\n  (Rah Digga):\n  Digga, Digga\n  First name Rahshea\n  Sweetest person had no idea\n  Just like that honey flipped three times\n  With nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon\n  Situation around the way with my women\n  Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen\n  Totin' herbals\n  We got papers like staples\n  Marla Marples\n  Didn't think I could take you\n  Confrontation now niggas wanna run up\n  Trying to flex muscle on a bitch tring to come up\n  Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt\n  Roll they ass out like they parapilegic\n  Boy! I got shit for the brain\n  You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname\n  I shatter an ego quick\n  I be that chick\n  The wrong niggas gonna be round to see that shit\n\n  (Chorus / Busta Rhymes):\n  Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  Ya niggas wanna battle\n  Eh, what ya'll wannna do\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n\n  Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  Ya niggas wanna battle\n  Eh, what ya'll wannna do\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n\n  Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  Ya niggas wanna battle\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  Eh, what Ya'll wannna do\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha\n\n  (Baby Sham):\n  Get the royal blue nab and swing my way\n  On some real party shit if you hold your way\n  I can hold mine\n  You wanna battle blow some lines\n  Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist\n  You want this\n  Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits\n  You can't hold this\n  You jealous cause ya shorty want this\n  Dig her back out in front of my crib\n  Her man staked out\n  On the rare the cloud sh... shut your mouth\n  What you chap 'bout, the same shit\n  Been on for chris\n  The style got you twist up\n  Walk wit face ice grilled up\n  Some cat pulled up in a black surburb\n  Let me move first so I can park my shit on the curb\n  Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen\n  I'm short for reason\n  You spoke and should have passed that\n  Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that\n  Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back\n\n  (Chorus / Busta Rhymes):\n  Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  Ya niggas wanna battle\n  Eh, what ya'll wannna do\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n\n  Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  Ya niggas wanna battle\n  Let's, what ya'll wannna do\n  Na cha cha cha cha cha\n\n  Ya'll niggas wanna get down\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  Ya niggas wanna battle\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  Eh, what Ya'll wannna do\n  Let's cha cha cha cha cha\n  Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha\n\n  (Outro / Busta Rhymes):\n  Yeah...\n  Rah Digga...\n  Sliff Star...\n  Baby Sham...\n  Flipmode Squad nigga...\n  Fuck is the deal...\n  '98 shit...\n  '99 shit...\n  2000 shit...\n  2001 shit...\n  2002 shit...\n  Eternal shit motherfucker...\n  Stay tuned...\n"}]