[{"id":26258136,"name":"2000 Seasons","trackName":"2000 Seasons","artistName":"Reflection Eternal","albumName":"Reflection Eternal","duration":248.581224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, hi tech\n\nWhom do we aspire to reflect on peoples death\nWho's entertainment shall we sing our agony of our hopes\nThat the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us\nWill suddenly suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?\n\nThe last imbecile to dream that dream is dead\nHe was killed by the saviors of his own dream\nOur movement\n\nI'm not a human being into no spiritual shit\nSpiritual re-manifested as a human that's it\nWhen I spit I spray thoughts that's representing my life\nYo I step into the spot leave niggas open like mics\n\nTake on 'em on a tour explore psychologies of war\nThings you can't imagine if you've never seen 'em before\nShorties come back raw straight out the c- 74\nI welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws\n\nThe world is run by men who use laws for tools\nI come through war tactics like Shaka Zulu\nMcs is soft like play doh, I shape 'em smash 'em to pieces [unverified]\nSlaves crave the words I'm painting the masterpieces\n\nYou hear 'em on the radio babbling\nBut the truth is traveling with the word\nAs they're flying through the air like a javelin'\nUnraveling like a verdict\n\nPound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court\nIn Babylon, let's travel on\nIf the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live\nThen from the get your ass was foul\n\nAnd foul just is how you is\nNo excuses see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror\nJust to show you all your faces\nNow your clearer understanding is clearer\nYou had your chance for revolution\n\nYou let it pass you by that's why\nI'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die\nReflection getting you high\nWe stand our ground with the believers\n\nThe leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza\nNo comparison the way I flip it is embarrassing\nTis the season ain't no caroling\n\nAll knowing flowing like spring water in the desert\nBalling through the barren land\nWhere niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\nFree falling for anything\n\nNothing but a plan to fail for they selves\nNo sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\nYo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\nSpeaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\nLooking for hookups took up too much time\nLike a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\nGod bless the child that got his own shit\nI got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\nThey the opposition stronger from competition\nShining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in\nCompleting a genocide mission like the Warren Commission\nLike fathers was supposed to be missing\n\nWhile our sisters were supposed to be whoring\nSave it for a rainy day, money is pouring\nUnder gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring\nFlying in friendly skies we classifying the highs\n\nBlood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes\nTye be having me drowsy but I get mellow with the chronic\nIntellectuals embarrassed 'cause we discussing Ebonics\nI'm on a roll like sonic in an age that the plague got bubonic proportions\n\nYo, I call it reparations but they call it extortion\nWhatever just give me mine but caution\nYou've been warned for the very last time\nI'm not telling you again so relay it to your crew\n\nYou gotta actually to do\nForget the drive in, drive by and drive through\nYou've got to get out the car humble yourself\nTilt your head back, and look at the stars\n\nShining over someplace very far, from where you standing\nWhen the night is clear you understanding just who put them there\nWhat you know about the space you get lost in\nYour peoples can't hear you in the distortion he desert is absorption\n\nAnd you sucked and you stuck off American freezing for like\n2000 seasons, upon your return from raping and crossbreeding\nYour own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading\nCausing mass confusion\n\nDrug abusing now you all caught up in institutions\nAt this time you've got to break it down and be showing and proving\nAn A and R told me that i use to many catch phrases\nTrue I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages all\nDifferent phases\n\nIt's like that y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2000 Seasons\n  artist: Reflection Eternal\n  album: Reflection Eternal\n  duration_ms: 248581\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, hi tech\n\n  Whom do we aspire to reflect on peoples death\n  Who's entertainment shall we sing our agony of our hopes\n  That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us\n  Will suddenly suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?\n\n  The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead\n  He was killed by the saviors of his own dream\n  Our movement\n\n  I'm not a human being into no spiritual shit\n  Spiritual re-manifested as a human that's it\n  When I spit I spray thoughts that's representing my life\n  Yo I step into the spot leave niggas open like mics\n\n  Take on 'em on a tour explore psychologies of war\n  Things you can't imagine if you've never seen 'em before\n  Shorties come back raw straight out the c- 74\n  I welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws\n\n  The world is run by men who use laws for tools\n  I come through war tactics like Shaka Zulu\n  Mcs is soft like play doh, I shape 'em smash 'em to pieces [unverified]\n  Slaves crave the words I'm painting the masterpieces\n\n  You hear 'em on the radio babbling\n  But the truth is traveling with the word\n  As they're flying through the air like a javelin'\n  Unraveling like a verdict\n\n  Pound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court\n  In Babylon, let's travel on\n  If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live\n  Then from the get your ass was foul\n\n  And foul just is how you is\n  No excuses see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror\n  Just to show you all your faces\n  Now your clearer understanding is clearer\n  You had your chance for revolution\n\n  You let it pass you by that's why\n  I'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die\n  Reflection getting you high\n  We stand our ground with the believers\n\n  The leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza\n  No comparison the way I flip it is embarrassing\n  Tis the season ain't no caroling\n\n  All knowing flowing like spring water in the desert\n  Balling through the barren land\n  Where niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\n  Free falling for anything\n\n  Nothing but a plan to fail for they selves\n  No sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\n  Yo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\n  Speaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\n  Looking for hookups took up too much time\n  Like a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\n  God bless the child that got his own shit\n  I got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\n  They the opposition stronger from competition\n  Shining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in\n  Completing a genocide mission like the Warren Commission\n  Like fathers was supposed to be missing\n\n  While our sisters were supposed to be whoring\n  Save it for a rainy day, money is pouring\n  Under gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring\n  Flying in friendly skies we classifying the highs\n\n  Blood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes\n  Tye be having me drowsy but I get mellow with the chronic\n  Intellectuals embarrassed 'cause we discussing Ebonics\n  I'm on a roll like sonic in an age that the plague got bubonic proportions\n\n  Yo, I call it reparations but they call it extortion\n  Whatever just give me mine but caution\n  You've been warned for the very last time\n  I'm not telling you again so relay it to your crew\n\n  You gotta actually to do\n  Forget the drive in, drive by and drive through\n  You've got to get out the car humble yourself\n  Tilt your head back, and look at the stars\n\n  Shining over someplace very far, from where you standing\n  When the night is clear you understanding just who put them there\n  What you know about the space you get lost in\n  Your peoples can't hear you in the distortion he desert is absorption\n\n  And you sucked and you stuck off American freezing for like\n  2000 seasons, upon your return from raping and crossbreeding\n  Your own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading\n  Causing mass confusion\n\n  Drug abusing now you all caught up in institutions\n  At this time you've got to break it down and be showing and proving\n  An A and R told me that i use to many catch phrases\n  True I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages all\n  Different phases\n\n  It's like that y'all\n"},{"id":2711710,"name":"2000 Seasons","trackName":"2000 Seasons","artistName":"Reflection Eternal","albumName":"Soundbombing (Explicit Version)","duration":415.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, hi tech\n\nWhom do we aspire to reflect on peoples death\nWho's entertainment shall we sing our agony of our hopes\nThat the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us\nWill suddenly suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?\n\nThe last imbecile to dream that dream is dead\nHe was killed by the saviors of his own dream\nOur movement\n\nI'm not a human being into no spiritual shit\nSpiritual re-manifested as a human that's it\nWhen I spit I spray thoughts that's representing my life\nYo I step into the spot leave niggas open like mics\n\nTake on 'em on a tour explore psychologies of war\nThings you can't imagine if you've never seen 'em before\nShorties come back raw straight out the c- 74\nI welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws\n\nThe world is run by men who use laws for tools\nI come through war tactics like Shaka Zulu\nMcs is soft like play doh, I shape 'em smash 'em to pieces [unverified]\nSlaves crave the words I'm painting the masterpieces\n\nYou hear 'em on the radio babbling\nBut the truth is traveling with the word\nAs they're flying through the air like a javelin'\nUnraveling like a verdict\n\nPound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court\nIn Babylon, let's travel on\nIf the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live\nThen from the get your ass was foul\n\nAnd foul just is how you is\nNo excuses see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror\nJust to show you all your faces\nNow your clearer understanding is clearer\nYou had your chance for revolution\n\nYou let it pass you by that's why\nI'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die\nReflection getting you high\nWe stand our ground with the believers\n\nThe leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza\nNo comparison the way I flip it is embarrassing\nTis the season ain't no caroling\n\nAll knowing flowing like spring water in the desert\nBalling through the barren land\nWhere niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\nFree falling for anything\n\nNothing but a plan to fail for they selves\nNo sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\nYo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\nSpeaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\nLooking for hookups took up too much time\nLike a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\nGod bless the child that got his own shit\nI got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\nThey the opposition stronger from competition\nShining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in\nCompleting a genocide mission like the Warren Commission\nLike fathers was supposed to be missing\n\nWhile our sisters were supposed to be whoring\nSave it for a rainy day, money is pouring\nUnder gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring\nFlying in friendly skies we classifying the highs\n\nBlood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes\nTye be having me drowsy but I get mellow with the chronic\nIntellectuals embarrassed 'cause we discussing Ebonics\nI'm on a roll like sonic in an age that the plague got bubonic proportions\n\nYo, I call it reparations but they call it extortion\nWhatever just give me mine but caution\nYou've been warned for the very last time\nI'm not telling you again so relay it to your crew\n\nYou gotta actually to do\nForget the drive in, drive by and drive through\nYou've got to get out the car humble yourself\nTilt your head back, and look at the stars\n\nShining over someplace very far, from where you standing\nWhen the night is clear you understanding just who put them there\nWhat you know about the space you get lost in\nYour peoples can't hear you in the distortion he desert is absorption\n\nAnd you sucked and you stuck off American freezing for like\n2000 seasons, upon your return from raping and crossbreeding\nYour own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading\nCausing mass confusion\n\nDrug abusing now you all caught up in institutions\nAt this time you've got to break it down and be showing and proving\nAn A and R told me that i use to many catch phrases\nTrue I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages all\nDifferent phases\n\nIt's like that y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2000 Seasons\n  artist: Reflection Eternal\n  album: Soundbombing (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 415000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, hi tech\n\n  Whom do we aspire to reflect on peoples death\n  Who's entertainment shall we sing our agony of our hopes\n  That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us\n  Will suddenly suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?\n\n  The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead\n  He was killed by the saviors of his own dream\n  Our movement\n\n  I'm not a human being into no spiritual shit\n  Spiritual re-manifested as a human that's it\n  When I spit I spray thoughts that's representing my life\n  Yo I step into the spot leave niggas open like mics\n\n  Take on 'em on a tour explore psychologies of war\n  Things you can't imagine if you've never seen 'em before\n  Shorties come back raw straight out the c- 74\n  I welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws\n\n  The world is run by men who use laws for tools\n  I come through war tactics like Shaka Zulu\n  Mcs is soft like play doh, I shape 'em smash 'em to pieces [unverified]\n  Slaves crave the words I'm painting the masterpieces\n\n  You hear 'em on the radio babbling\n  But the truth is traveling with the word\n  As they're flying through the air like a javelin'\n  Unraveling like a verdict\n\n  Pound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court\n  In Babylon, let's travel on\n  If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live\n  Then from the get your ass was foul\n\n  And foul just is how you is\n  No excuses see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror\n  Just to show you all your faces\n  Now your clearer understanding is clearer\n  You had your chance for revolution\n\n  You let it pass you by that's why\n  I'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die\n  Reflection getting you high\n  We stand our ground with the believers\n\n  The leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza\n  No comparison the way I flip it is embarrassing\n  Tis the season ain't no caroling\n\n  All knowing flowing like spring water in the desert\n  Balling through the barren land\n  Where niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\n  Free falling for anything\n\n  Nothing but a plan to fail for they selves\n  No sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\n  Yo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\n  Speaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\n  Looking for hookups took up too much time\n  Like a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\n  God bless the child that got his own shit\n  I got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\n  They the opposition stronger from competition\n  Shining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in\n  Completing a genocide mission like the Warren Commission\n  Like fathers was supposed to be missing\n\n  While our sisters were supposed to be whoring\n  Save it for a rainy day, money is pouring\n  Under gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring\n  Flying in friendly skies we classifying the highs\n\n  Blood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes\n  Tye be having me drowsy but I get mellow with the chronic\n  Intellectuals embarrassed 'cause we discussing Ebonics\n  I'm on a roll like sonic in an age that the plague got bubonic proportions\n\n  Yo, I call it reparations but they call it extortion\n  Whatever just give me mine but caution\n  You've been warned for the very last time\n  I'm not telling you again so relay it to your crew\n\n  You gotta actually to do\n  Forget the drive in, drive by and drive through\n  You've got to get out the car humble yourself\n  Tilt your head back, and look at the stars\n\n  Shining over someplace very far, from where you standing\n  When the night is clear you understanding just who put them there\n  What you know about the space you get lost in\n  Your peoples can't hear you in the distortion he desert is absorption\n\n  And you sucked and you stuck off American freezing for like\n  2000 seasons, upon your return from raping and crossbreeding\n  Your own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading\n  Causing mass confusion\n\n  Drug abusing now you all caught up in institutions\n  At this time you've got to break it down and be showing and proving\n  An A and R told me that i use to many catch phrases\n  True I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages all\n  Different phases\n\n  It's like that y'all\n"},{"id":18632752,"name":"2000 Seasons","trackName":"2000 Seasons","artistName":"Reflection 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soft like play doh, I shape 'em smash 'em to pieces [unverified]\nSlaves crave the words I'm painting the masterpieces\n\nYou hear 'em on the radio babbling\nBut the truth is traveling with the word\nAs they're flying through the air like a javelin'\nUnraveling like a verdict\n\nPound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court\nIn Babylon, let's travel on\nIf the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live\nThen from the get your ass was foul\n\nAnd foul just is how you is\nNo excuses see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror\nJust to show you all your faces\nNow your clearer understanding is clearer\nYou had your chance for revolution\n\nYou let it pass you by that's why\nI'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die\nReflection getting you high\nWe stand our ground with the believers\n\nThe leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza\nNo comparison the way I flip it is embarrassing\nTis the season ain't no caroling\n\nAll knowing flowing like spring water in the desert\nBalling through the barren land\nWhere niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\nFree falling for anything\n\nNothing but a plan to fail for they selves\nNo sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\nYo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\nSpeaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\nLooking for hookups took up too much time\nLike a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\nGod bless the child that got his own shit\nI got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\nThey the opposition stronger from competition\nShining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in\nCompleting a genocide mission like the Warren Commission\nLike fathers was supposed to be missing\n\nWhile our sisters were supposed to be whoring\nSave it for a rainy day, money is pouring\nUnder gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring\nFlying in friendly skies we classifying the highs\n\nBlood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes\nTye be having me drowsy but I get mellow with the chronic\nIntellectuals embarrassed 'cause we discussing Ebonics\nI'm on a roll like sonic in an age that the plague got bubonic proportions\n\nYo, I call it reparations but they call it extortion\nWhatever just give me mine but caution\nYou've been warned for the very last time\nI'm not telling you again so relay it to your crew\n\nYou gotta actually to do\nForget the drive in, drive by and drive through\nYou've got to get out the car humble yourself\nTilt your head back, and look at the stars\n\nShining over someplace very far, from where you standing\nWhen the night is clear you understanding just who put them there\nWhat you know about the space you get lost in\nYour peoples can't hear you in the distortion he desert is absorption\n\nAnd you sucked and you stuck off American freezing for like\n2000 seasons, upon your return from raping and crossbreeding\nYour own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading\nCausing mass confusion\n\nDrug abusing now you all caught up in institutions\nAt this time you've got to break it down and be showing and proving\nAn A and R told me that i use to many catch phrases\nTrue I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages all\nDifferent phases\n\nIt's like that y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2000 Seasons\n  artist: Reflection Eternal\n  album: Soundbombing (Vol. I)\n  duration_ms: 416091\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, hi tech\n\n  Whom do we aspire to reflect on peoples death\n  Who's entertainment shall we sing our agony of our hopes\n  That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us\n  Will suddenly suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?\n\n  The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead\n  He was killed by the saviors of his own dream\n  Our movement\n\n  I'm not a human being into no spiritual shit\n  Spiritual re-manifested as a human that's it\n  When I spit I spray thoughts that's representing my life\n  Yo I step into the spot leave niggas open like mics\n\n  Take on 'em on a tour explore psychologies of war\n  Things you can't imagine if you've never seen 'em before\n  Shorties come back raw straight out the c- 74\n  I welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws\n\n  The world is run by men who use laws for tools\n  I come through war tactics like Shaka Zulu\n  Mcs is soft like play doh, I shape 'em smash 'em to pieces [unverified]\n  Slaves crave the words I'm painting the masterpieces\n\n  You hear 'em on the radio babbling\n  But the truth is traveling with the word\n  As they're flying through the air like a javelin'\n  Unraveling like a verdict\n\n  Pound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court\n  In Babylon, let's travel on\n  If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live\n  Then from the get your ass was foul\n\n  And foul just is how you is\n  No excuses see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror\n  Just to show you all your faces\n  Now your clearer understanding is clearer\n  You had your chance for revolution\n\n  You let it pass you by that's why\n  I'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die\n  Reflection getting you high\n  We stand our ground with the believers\n\n  The leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza\n  No comparison the way I flip it is embarrassing\n  Tis the season ain't no caroling\n\n  All knowing flowing like spring water in the desert\n  Balling through the barren land\n  Where niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\n  Free falling for anything\n\n  Nothing but a plan to fail for they selves\n  No sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\n  Yo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\n  Speaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\n  Looking for hookups took up too much time\n  Like a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\n  God bless the child that got his own shit\n  I got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\n  They the opposition stronger from competition\n  Shining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in\n  Completing a genocide mission like the Warren Commission\n  Like fathers was supposed to be missing\n\n  While our sisters were supposed to be whoring\n  Save it for a rainy day, money is pouring\n  Under gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring\n  Flying in friendly skies we classifying the highs\n\n  Blood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes\n  Tye be having me drowsy but I get mellow with the chronic\n  Intellectuals embarrassed 'cause we discussing Ebonics\n  I'm on a roll like sonic in an age that the plague got bubonic proportions\n\n  Yo, I call it reparations but they call it extortion\n  Whatever just give me mine but caution\n  You've been warned for the very last time\n  I'm not telling you again so relay it to your crew\n\n  You gotta actually to do\n  Forget the drive in, drive by and drive through\n  You've got to get out the car humble yourself\n  Tilt your head back, and look at the stars\n\n  Shining over someplace very far, from where you standing\n  When the night is clear you understanding just who put them there\n  What you know about the space you get lost in\n  Your peoples can't hear you in the distortion he desert is absorption\n\n  And you sucked and you stuck off American freezing for like\n  2000 seasons, upon your return from raping and crossbreeding\n  Your own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading\n  Causing mass confusion\n\n  Drug abusing now you all caught up in institutions\n  At this time you've got to break it down and be showing and proving\n  An A and R told me that i use to many catch phrases\n  True I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages all\n  Different phases\n\n  It's like that y'all\n"},{"id":9735429,"name":"2000 Seasons","trackName":"2000 Seasons","artistName":"Reflection 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desert\nBalling through the barren land\nWhere niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\nFree falling for anything\n\nNothing but a plan to fail for they selves\nNo sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\nYo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\nSpeaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\nLooking for hookups took up too much time\nLike a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\nGod bless the child that got his own shit\nI got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\nThey the opposition stronger from competition\nShining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in\nCompleting a genocide mission like the Warren Commission\nLike fathers was supposed to be missing\n\nWhile our sisters were supposed to be whoring\nSave it for a rainy day, money is pouring\nUnder gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring\nFlying in friendly skies we classifying the highs\n\nBlood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes\nTye be having 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now you all caught up in institutions\nAt this time you've got to break it down and be showing and proving\nAn A and R told me that i use to many catch phrases\nTrue I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages all\nDifferent phases\n\nIt's like that y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2000 Seasons\n  artist: Reflection Eternal\n  album: Soundbombing\n  duration_ms: 416000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, hi tech\n\n  Whom do we aspire to reflect on peoples death\n  Who's entertainment shall we sing our agony of our hopes\n  That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us\n  Will suddenly suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?\n\n  The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead\n  He was killed by the saviors of his own dream\n  Our movement\n\n  I'm not a human being into no spiritual shit\n  Spiritual re-manifested as a human that's it\n  When I spit I spray thoughts that's representing my life\n  Yo I step into the spot leave niggas open like mics\n\n  Take on 'em on a tour explore psychologies of war\n  Things you can't imagine if you've never seen 'em before\n  Shorties come back raw straight out the c- 74\n  I welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws\n\n  The world is run by men who use laws for tools\n  I come through war tactics like Shaka Zulu\n  Mcs is soft like play doh, I shape 'em smash 'em to pieces [unverified]\n  Slaves crave the words I'm painting the masterpieces\n\n  You hear 'em on the radio babbling\n  But the truth is traveling with the word\n  As they're flying through the air like a javelin'\n  Unraveling like a verdict\n\n  Pound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court\n  In Babylon, let's travel on\n  If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live\n  Then from the get your ass was foul\n\n  And foul just is how you is\n  No excuses see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror\n  Just to show you all your faces\n  Now your clearer understanding is clearer\n  You had your chance for revolution\n\n  You let it pass you by that's why\n  I'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die\n  Reflection getting you high\n  We stand our ground with the believers\n\n  The leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza\n  No comparison the way I flip it is embarrassing\n  Tis the season ain't no caroling\n\n  All knowing flowing like spring water in the desert\n  Balling through the barren land\n  Where niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\n  Free falling for anything\n\n  Nothing but a plan to fail for they selves\n  No sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\n  Yo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\n  Speaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\n  Looking for hookups took up too much time\n  Like a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\n  God bless the child that got his own shit\n  I got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\n  They 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land\nWhere niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\nFree falling for anything\n\nNothing but a plan to fail for they selves\nNo sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\nYo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\nSpeaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\nLooking for hookups took up too much time\nLike a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\nGod bless the child that got his own shit\nI got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\nThey the opposition stronger from competition\nShining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in\nCompleting a genocide mission like the Warren Commission\nLike fathers was supposed to be missing\n\nWhile our sisters were supposed to be whoring\nSave it for a rainy day, money is pouring\nUnder gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring\nFlying in friendly skies we classifying the highs\n\nBlood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes\nTye be having me drowsy but I get mellow with the 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Yo I step into the spot leave niggas open like mics\n\n  Take on 'em on a tour explore psychologies of war\n  Things you can't imagine if you've never seen 'em before\n  Shorties come back raw straight out the c- 74\n  I welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws\n\n  The world is run by men who use laws for tools\n  I come through war tactics like Shaka Zulu\n  Mcs is soft like play doh, I shape 'em smash 'em to pieces [unverified]\n  Slaves crave the words I'm painting the masterpieces\n\n  You hear 'em on the radio babbling\n  But the truth is traveling with the word\n  As they're flying through the air like a javelin'\n  Unraveling like a verdict\n\n  Pound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court\n  In Babylon, let's travel on\n  If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live\n  Then from the get your ass was foul\n\n  And foul just is how you is\n  No excuses see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror\n  Just to show you all your faces\n  Now your clearer understanding is clearer\n  You had your chance for revolution\n\n  You let it pass you by that's why\n  I'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die\n  Reflection getting you high\n  We stand our ground with the believers\n\n  The leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza\n  No comparison the way I flip it is embarrassing\n  Tis the season ain't no caroling\n\n  All knowing flowing like spring water in the desert\n  Balling through the barren land\n  Where niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\n  Free falling for anything\n\n  Nothing but a plan to fail for they selves\n  No sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\n  Yo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\n  Speaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\n  Looking for hookups took up too much time\n  Like a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\n  God bless the child that got his own shit\n  I got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\n  They the 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Tilt your head back, and look at the stars\n\n  Shining over someplace very far, from where you standing\n  When the night is clear you understanding just who put them there\n  What you know about the space you get lost in\n  Your peoples can't hear you in the distortion he desert is absorption\n\n  And you sucked and you stuck off American freezing for like\n  2000 seasons, upon your return from raping and crossbreeding\n  Your own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading\n  Causing mass confusion\n\n  Drug abusing now you all caught up in institutions\n  At this time you've got to break it down and be showing and proving\n  An A and R told me that i use to many catch phrases\n  True I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages all\n  Different phases\n\n  It's like that y'all\n"},{"id":26339352,"name":"2000 Seasons","trackName":"2000 Seasons","artistName":"Reflection 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the desert\nBalling through the barren land\nWhere niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\nFree falling for anything\n\nNothing but a plan to fail for they selves\nNo sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\nYo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\nSpeaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\nLooking for hookups took up too much time\nLike a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\nGod bless the child that got his own shit\nI got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\nThey the opposition stronger from competition\nShining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in\nCompleting a genocide mission like the Warren Commission\nLike fathers was supposed to be missing\n\nWhile our sisters were supposed to be whoring\nSave it for a rainy day, money is pouring\nUnder gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring\nFlying in friendly skies we classifying the highs\n\nBlood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes\nTye be 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representing my life\n  Yo I step into the spot leave niggas open like mics\n\n  Take on 'em on a tour explore psychologies of war\n  Things you can't imagine if you've never seen 'em before\n  Shorties come back raw straight out the c- 74\n  I welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws\n\n  The world is run by men who use laws for tools\n  I come through war tactics like Shaka Zulu\n  Mcs is soft like play doh, I shape 'em smash 'em to pieces [unverified]\n  Slaves crave the words I'm painting the masterpieces\n\n  You hear 'em on the radio babbling\n  But the truth is traveling with the word\n  As they're flying through the air like a javelin'\n  Unraveling like a verdict\n\n  Pound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court\n  In Babylon, let's travel on\n  If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live\n  Then from the get your ass was foul\n\n  And foul just is how you is\n  No excuses see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror\n  Just to show you all your faces\n  Now your clearer understanding is clearer\n  You had your chance for revolution\n\n  You let it pass you by that's why\n  I'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die\n  Reflection getting you high\n  We stand our ground with the believers\n\n  The leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza\n  No comparison the way I flip it is embarrassing\n  Tis the season ain't no caroling\n\n  All knowing flowing like spring water in the desert\n  Balling through the barren land\n  Where niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\n  Free falling for anything\n\n  Nothing but a plan to fail for they selves\n  No sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\n  Yo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\n  Speaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\n  Looking for hookups took up too much time\n  Like a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\n  God bless the child that got his own shit\n  I got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\n  They the opposition stronger from competition\n  Shining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in\n  Completing a genocide mission like the Warren Commission\n  Like fathers was supposed to be missing\n\n  While our sisters were supposed to be whoring\n  Save it for a rainy day, money is pouring\n  Under gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring\n  Flying in friendly skies we classifying the highs\n\n  Blood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes\n  Tye be having me drowsy but I get mellow with the chronic\n  Intellectuals embarrassed 'cause we discussing Ebonics\n  I'm on a roll like sonic in an age that the plague got bubonic proportions\n\n  Yo, I call it reparations but they call it extortion\n  Whatever just give me mine but caution\n  You've been warned for the very last time\n  I'm not telling you again so relay it to your crew\n\n  You gotta actually to do\n  Forget the drive in, drive by and drive through\n  You've got to get out the 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pieces [unverified]\nSlaves crave the words I'm painting the masterpieces\n\nYou hear 'em on the radio babbling\nBut the truth is traveling with the word\nAs they're flying through the air like a javelin'\nUnraveling like a verdict\n\nPound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court\nIn Babylon, let's travel on\nIf the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live\nThen from the get your ass was foul\n\nAnd foul just is how you is\nNo excuses see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror\nJust to show you all your faces\nNow your clearer understanding is clearer\nYou had your chance for revolution\n\nYou let it pass you by that's why\nI'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die\nReflection getting you high\nWe stand our ground with the believers\n\nThe leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza\nNo comparison the way I flip it is embarrassing\nTis the season ain't no caroling\n\nAll knowing flowing like spring water in the desert\nBalling through the barren land\nWhere niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\nFree falling for anything\n\nNothing but a plan to fail for they selves\nNo sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\nYo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\nSpeaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\nLooking for hookups took up too much time\nLike a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\nGod bless the child that got his own shit\nI got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\nThey the opposition stronger from competition\nShining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in\nCompleting a genocide mission like the Warren Commission\nLike fathers was supposed to be missing\n\nWhile our sisters were supposed to be whoring\nSave it for a rainy day, money is pouring\nUnder gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring\nFlying in friendly skies we classifying the highs\n\nBlood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes\nTye be having me drowsy but I get mellow with the chronic\nIntellectuals embarrassed 'cause we discussing Ebonics\nI'm on a roll like sonic in an age that the plague got bubonic proportions\n\nYo, I call it reparations but they call it extortion\nWhatever just give me mine but caution\nYou've been warned for the very last time\nI'm not telling you again so relay it to your crew\n\nYou gotta actually to do\nForget the drive in, drive by and drive through\nYou've got to get out the car humble yourself\nTilt your head back, and look at the stars\n\nShining over someplace very far, from where you standing\nWhen the night is clear you understanding just who put them there\nWhat you know about the space you get lost in\nYour peoples can't hear you in the distortion he desert is absorption\n\nAnd you sucked and you stuck off American freezing for like\n2000 seasons, upon your return from raping and crossbreeding\nYour own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading\nCausing mass confusion\n\nDrug abusing now you all caught up in institutions\nAt this time you've got to break it down and be showing and proving\nAn A and R told me that i use to many catch phrases\nTrue I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages all\nDifferent phases\n\nIt's like that y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2000 Seasons\n  artist: Reflection Eternal\n  album: Soundbombing 1\n  duration_ms: 417000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, hi tech\n\n  Whom do we aspire to reflect on peoples death\n  Who's entertainment shall we sing our agony of our hopes\n  That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us\n  Will suddenly suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?\n\n  The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead\n  He was killed by the saviors of his own dream\n  Our movement\n\n  I'm not a human being into no spiritual shit\n  Spiritual re-manifested as a human that's it\n  When I spit I spray thoughts that's representing my life\n  Yo I step into the spot leave niggas open like mics\n\n  Take on 'em on a tour explore psychologies of war\n  Things you can't imagine if you've never seen 'em before\n  Shorties come back raw straight out the c- 74\n  I welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws\n\n  The world is run by men who use laws for tools\n  I come through war tactics like Shaka Zulu\n  Mcs is soft like play doh, I shape 'em smash 'em to pieces [unverified]\n  Slaves crave the words I'm painting the masterpieces\n\n  You hear 'em on the radio babbling\n  But the truth is traveling with the word\n  As they're flying through the air like a javelin'\n  Unraveling like a verdict\n\n  Pound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court\n  In Babylon, let's travel on\n  If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live\n  Then from the get your ass was foul\n\n  And foul just is how you is\n  No excuses see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror\n  Just to show you all your faces\n  Now your clearer understanding is clearer\n  You had your chance for revolution\n\n  You let it pass you by that's why\n  I'm dissing wack mc's till the day that I die\n  Reflection getting you high\n  We stand our ground with the believers\n\n  The leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza\n  No comparison the way I flip it is embarrassing\n  Tis the season ain't no caroling\n\n  All knowing flowing like spring water in the desert\n  Balling through the barren land\n  Where niggas take a stand, like castles made of sand\n  Free falling for anything\n\n  Nothing but a plan to fail for they selves\n  No sense of delfs, needed daily affirmations of self help\n  Yo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else\n  Speaking of planning, hustling and scheming\n\n  Looking for hookups took up too much time\n  Like a fiend for rocks that got cooked up\n  God bless the child that got his own shit\n  I got my team's so the fiends now become opponents\n\n  They the opposition stronger from competition\n  Shining like a golden shower, your face I'm pissing in\n  Completing a genocide mission like the Warren Commission\n  Like fathers was supposed to be missing\n\n  While our sisters were supposed to be whoring\n  Save it for a rainy day, money is pouring\n  Under gray clouds, black butterfly's still be soaring\n  Flying in friendly skies we classifying the highs\n\n  Blood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide in my eyes\n  Tye be having me drowsy but I get mellow with the chronic\n  Intellectuals embarrassed 'cause we discussing Ebonics\n  I'm on a roll like sonic in an age that the plague got bubonic proportions\n\n  Yo, I call it reparations but they call it extortion\n  Whatever just give me mine but caution\n  You've been warned for the very last time\n  I'm not telling you again so relay it to your crew\n\n  You gotta actually to do\n  Forget the drive in, drive by and drive through\n  You've got to get out the car humble yourself\n  Tilt your head back, and look at the stars\n\n  Shining over someplace very far, from where you standing\n  When the night is clear you understanding just who put them there\n  What you know about the space you get lost in\n  Your peoples can't hear you in the distortion he desert is absorption\n\n  And you sucked and you stuck off American freezing for like\n  2000 seasons, upon your return from raping and crossbreeding\n  Your own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading\n  Causing mass confusion\n\n  Drug abusing now you all caught up in institutions\n  At this time you've got to break it down and be showing and proving\n  An A and R told me that i use to many catch phrases\n  True I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages all\n  Different phases\n\n  It's like that y'all\n"}]