[{"id":5033066,"name":"Daddy Kane","trackName":"Daddy Kane","artistName":"Roc Marciano","albumName":"The Elephant Man's Bones","duration":175.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\nI'm like Big Daddy Kane\nI been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\nWater color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\nWalk with me like a dog might (mm)\nI got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\nSo many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\nYou're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\nThought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\nDoggie, that's more than a chiba high\n\nEvery bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\nAnd you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\nPicked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\nThen tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\nShit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\nA nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\nKnow the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\nNew shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n\nIt's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\nCan't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\nThey go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\nI'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\nUh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\nMight pull out the coyote in Wyoming\nSupply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\nAnd when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n\nLil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\nJust know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\nI'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\nThe Bible won't be the only thing holy\n\nI peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\nMy demise always a day late (uh-huh)\nClassic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\nDragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\nCannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\nMade 'em flip like Suni Lee\nSlice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\nTold the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n\nFor 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\nI've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\nWith \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\nSafari snorkel on the white defender\nEnter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\nShould I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.69] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.10] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.44] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.17] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.07] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.42] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.34] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.02] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.08] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.82] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.36] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.44] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.59] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.25] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.31] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.59] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.27] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.40] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.52] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.00] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.62] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.69] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.57] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.23] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.51] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.15] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.80] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.45] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.42] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.58] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.31] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.33] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.02] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.13] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.01] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.48] Should I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\n[02:05.70] Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\n[02:07.68] Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n[02:10.28] Yeah, yeah (he's on fire)\n[02:11.66] Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\n[02:13.75] I'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\n[02:17.29] We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\n[02:19.25] Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\n[02:21.31] Nowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\n[02:26.20] Yeah, it's me\n[02:29.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daddy Kane\n  artist: Roc Marciano\n  album: The Elephant Man's Bones\n  duration_ms: 175000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n  start_ms: 2680\n  end_ms: 7690\n- text: I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n  start_ms: 7690\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 14440\n- text: Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n  start_ms: 14440\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 19070\n- text: I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n  start_ms: 19070\n  end_ms: 22770\n- text: So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n  start_ms: 22770\n  end_ms: 25420\n- text: You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n  start_ms: 25420\n  end_ms: 28340\n- text: Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n  start_ms: 28340\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 34080\n- text: Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n  start_ms: 34080\n  end_ms: 35820\n- text: And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n  start_ms: 35820\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 39360\n  end_ms: 42590\n- text: Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 42590\n  end_ms: 45440\n- text: Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n  start_ms: 45440\n  end_ms: 47590\n- text: A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 47590\n  end_ms: 50250\n- text: Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n  start_ms: 50250\n  end_ms: 52960\n- text: New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n  start_ms: 52960\n  end_ms: 56310\n- text: It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n  start_ms: 56310\n  end_ms: 59590\n- text: Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n  start_ms: 59590\n  end_ms: 62270\n- text: They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n  start_ms: 62270\n  end_ms: 64400\n- text: I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n  start_ms: 64400\n  end_ms: 67520\n- text: Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n  start_ms: 67520\n  end_ms: 70000\n- text: Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 70000\n  end_ms: 72620\n- text: Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n  start_ms: 72620\n  end_ms: 75690\n- text: And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n  start_ms: 75690\n  end_ms: 78570\n- text: Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n  start_ms: 78570\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 86950\n- text: The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n  start_ms: 86950\n  end_ms: 88710\n- text: I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n  start_ms: 88710\n  end_ms: 92510\n- text: My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 92510\n  end_ms: 95150\n- text: Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n  start_ms: 95150\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 99450\n- text: Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n  start_ms: 99450\n  end_ms: 102420\n- text: Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n  start_ms: 102420\n  end_ms: 104580\n- text: Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n  start_ms: 104580\n  end_ms: 108310\n- text: Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n  start_ms: 108310\n  end_ms: 111330\n- text: For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n  start_ms: 111330\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 115130\n- text: With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n  start_ms: 115130\n  end_ms: 118010\n- text: Safari snorkel on the white defender\n  start_ms: 118010\n  end_ms: 120250\n- text: Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n  start_ms: 120250\n  end_ms: 122480\n- text: Should I let it slide? 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(Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\n  Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\n  Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\n  Yeah, yeah (he's on fire)\n  Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\n  I'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\n  We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\n  Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\n  Nowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\n  Yeah, it's me\n"},{"id":4196260,"name":"Daddy Kane","trackName":"Daddy Kane","artistName":"Roc Marciano","albumName":"The Elephant Man's Bones The ALC Edition","duration":175.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\nI'm like Big Daddy Kane\nI been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\nWater color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\nWalk with me like a dog might (mm)\nI got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\nSo many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\nYou're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\nThought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\nDoggie, that's more than a chiba high\n\nEvery bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\nAnd you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\nPicked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\nThen tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\nShit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\nA nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\nKnow the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\nNew shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n\nIt's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\nCan't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\nThey go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\nI'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\nUh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\nMight pull out the coyote in Wyoming\nSupply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\nAnd when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n\nLil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\nJust know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\nI'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\nThe Bible won't be the only thing holy\n\nI peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\nMy demise always a day late (uh-huh)\nClassic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\nDragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\nCannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\nMade 'em flip like Suni Lee\nSlice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\nTold the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n\nFor 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\nI've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\nWith \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\nSafari snorkel on the white defender\nEnter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\nShould I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.69] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.10] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.44] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.17] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.07] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.42] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.34] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.02] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.08] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.82] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.36] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.44] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.59] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.25] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.31] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.59] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.27] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.40] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.52] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.00] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.62] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.69] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.57] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.23] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.51] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.15] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.80] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.45] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.42] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.58] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.31] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.33] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.02] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.13] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.01] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.48] Should I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\n[02:05.70] Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\n[02:07.68] Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n[02:10.28] Yeah, yeah (he's on fire)\n[02:11.66] Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\n[02:13.75] I'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\n[02:17.29] We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\n[02:19.25] Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\n[02:21.31] Nowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\n[02:26.20] Yeah, it's me\n[02:29.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daddy Kane\n  artist: Roc Marciano\n  album: The Elephant Man's Bones The ALC Edition\n  duration_ms: 175000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n  start_ms: 2680\n  end_ms: 7690\n- text: I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n  start_ms: 7690\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 14440\n- text: Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n  start_ms: 14440\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 19070\n- text: I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n  start_ms: 19070\n  end_ms: 22770\n- text: So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n  start_ms: 22770\n  end_ms: 25420\n- text: You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n  start_ms: 25420\n  end_ms: 28340\n- text: Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n  start_ms: 28340\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 34080\n- text: Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n  start_ms: 34080\n  end_ms: 35820\n- text: And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n  start_ms: 35820\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 39360\n  end_ms: 42590\n- text: Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 42590\n  end_ms: 45440\n- text: Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n  start_ms: 45440\n  end_ms: 47590\n- text: A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 47590\n  end_ms: 50250\n- text: Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n  start_ms: 50250\n  end_ms: 52960\n- text: New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n  start_ms: 52960\n  end_ms: 56310\n- text: It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n  start_ms: 56310\n  end_ms: 59590\n- text: Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n  start_ms: 59590\n  end_ms: 62270\n- text: They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n  start_ms: 62270\n  end_ms: 64400\n- text: I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n  start_ms: 64400\n  end_ms: 67520\n- text: Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n  start_ms: 67520\n  end_ms: 70000\n- text: Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 70000\n  end_ms: 72620\n- text: Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n  start_ms: 72620\n  end_ms: 75690\n- text: And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n  start_ms: 75690\n  end_ms: 78570\n- text: Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n  start_ms: 78570\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 86950\n- text: The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n  start_ms: 86950\n  end_ms: 88710\n- text: I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n  start_ms: 88710\n  end_ms: 92510\n- text: My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 92510\n  end_ms: 95150\n- text: Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n  start_ms: 95150\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 99450\n- text: Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n  start_ms: 99450\n  end_ms: 102420\n- text: Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n  start_ms: 102420\n  end_ms: 104580\n- text: Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n  start_ms: 104580\n  end_ms: 108310\n- text: Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n  start_ms: 108310\n  end_ms: 111330\n- text: For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n  start_ms: 111330\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 115130\n- text: With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n  start_ms: 115130\n  end_ms: 118010\n- text: Safari snorkel on the white defender\n  start_ms: 118010\n  end_ms: 120250\n- text: Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n  start_ms: 120250\n  end_ms: 122480\n- text: Should I let it slide? 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(Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.69] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.10] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.44] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.17] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.07] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.42] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.34] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.02] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.08] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.82] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.36] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.44] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.59] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.25] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.31] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.59] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.27] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.40] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.52] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.00] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.62] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.69] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.57] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.23] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.51] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.15] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.80] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.45] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.42] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.58] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.31] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.33] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.02] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.13] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.01] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.48] Should I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\n[02:05.70] Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\n[02:07.68] Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n[02:10.28] Yeah, yeah (he's on fire)\n[02:11.66] Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\n[02:13.75] I'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\n[02:17.29] We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\n[02:19.25] Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\n[02:21.31] Nowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\n[02:26.20] Yeah, it's me\n[02:29.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daddy Kane\n  artist: Roc Marciano\n  album: 'The Elephant Man’s Bones: Pimpire Edition'\n  duration_ms: 175000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n  start_ms: 2680\n  end_ms: 7690\n- text: I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n  start_ms: 7690\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 14440\n- text: Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n  start_ms: 14440\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 19070\n- text: I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n  start_ms: 19070\n  end_ms: 22770\n- text: So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n  start_ms: 22770\n  end_ms: 25420\n- text: You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n  start_ms: 25420\n  end_ms: 28340\n- text: Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n  start_ms: 28340\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 34080\n- text: Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n  start_ms: 34080\n  end_ms: 35820\n- text: And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n  start_ms: 35820\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 39360\n  end_ms: 42590\n- text: Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 42590\n  end_ms: 45440\n- text: Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n  start_ms: 45440\n  end_ms: 47590\n- text: A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 47590\n  end_ms: 50250\n- text: Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n  start_ms: 50250\n  end_ms: 52960\n- text: New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n  start_ms: 52960\n  end_ms: 56310\n- text: It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n  start_ms: 56310\n  end_ms: 59590\n- text: Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n  start_ms: 59590\n  end_ms: 62270\n- text: They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n  start_ms: 62270\n  end_ms: 64400\n- text: I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n  start_ms: 64400\n  end_ms: 67520\n- text: Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n  start_ms: 67520\n  end_ms: 70000\n- text: Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 70000\n  end_ms: 72620\n- text: Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n  start_ms: 72620\n  end_ms: 75690\n- text: And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n  start_ms: 75690\n  end_ms: 78570\n- text: Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n  start_ms: 78570\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 86950\n- text: The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n  start_ms: 86950\n  end_ms: 88710\n- text: I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n  start_ms: 88710\n  end_ms: 92510\n- text: My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 92510\n  end_ms: 95150\n- text: Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n  start_ms: 95150\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 99450\n- text: Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n  start_ms: 99450\n  end_ms: 102420\n- text: Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n  start_ms: 102420\n  end_ms: 104580\n- text: Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n  start_ms: 104580\n  end_ms: 108310\n- text: Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n  start_ms: 108310\n  end_ms: 111330\n- text: For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n  start_ms: 111330\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 115130\n- text: With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n  start_ms: 115130\n  end_ms: 118010\n- text: Safari snorkel on the white defender\n  start_ms: 118010\n  end_ms: 120250\n- text: Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n  start_ms: 120250\n  end_ms: 122480\n- text: Should I let it slide? 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(Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.69] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.10] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.44] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.17] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.07] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.42] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.34] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.02] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.08] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.82] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.36] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.44] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.59] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.25] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.31] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.59] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.27] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.40] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.52] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.00] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.62] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.69] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.57] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.23] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.51] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.15] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.80] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.45] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.42] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.58] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.31] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.33] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.02] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.13] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.01] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.48] Should I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\n[02:05.70] Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\n[02:07.68] Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n[02:10.28] Yeah, yeah (he's on fire)\n[02:11.66] Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\n[02:13.75] I'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\n[02:17.29] We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\n[02:19.25] Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\n[02:21.31] Nowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\n[02:26.20] Yeah, it's me\n[02:29.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daddy Kane\n  artist: Roc Marciano\n  album: '2022'\n  duration_ms: 175000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n  start_ms: 2680\n  end_ms: 7690\n- text: I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n  start_ms: 7690\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 14440\n- text: Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n  start_ms: 14440\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 19070\n- text: I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n  start_ms: 19070\n  end_ms: 22770\n- text: So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n  start_ms: 22770\n  end_ms: 25420\n- text: You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n  start_ms: 25420\n  end_ms: 28340\n- text: Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n  start_ms: 28340\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 34080\n- text: Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n  start_ms: 34080\n  end_ms: 35820\n- text: And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n  start_ms: 35820\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 39360\n  end_ms: 42590\n- text: Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 42590\n  end_ms: 45440\n- text: Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n  start_ms: 45440\n  end_ms: 47590\n- text: A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 47590\n  end_ms: 50250\n- text: Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n  start_ms: 50250\n  end_ms: 52960\n- text: New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n  start_ms: 52960\n  end_ms: 56310\n- text: It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n  start_ms: 56310\n  end_ms: 59590\n- text: Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n  start_ms: 59590\n  end_ms: 62270\n- text: They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n  start_ms: 62270\n  end_ms: 64400\n- text: I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n  start_ms: 64400\n  end_ms: 67520\n- text: Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n  start_ms: 67520\n  end_ms: 70000\n- text: Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 70000\n  end_ms: 72620\n- text: Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n  start_ms: 72620\n  end_ms: 75690\n- text: And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n  start_ms: 75690\n  end_ms: 78570\n- text: Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n  start_ms: 78570\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 86950\n- text: The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n  start_ms: 86950\n  end_ms: 88710\n- text: I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n  start_ms: 88710\n  end_ms: 92510\n- text: My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 92510\n  end_ms: 95150\n- text: Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n  start_ms: 95150\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 99450\n- text: Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n  start_ms: 99450\n  end_ms: 102420\n- text: Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n  start_ms: 102420\n  end_ms: 104580\n- text: Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n  start_ms: 104580\n  end_ms: 108310\n- text: Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n  start_ms: 108310\n  end_ms: 111330\n- text: For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n  start_ms: 111330\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 115130\n- text: With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n  start_ms: 115130\n  end_ms: 118010\n- text: Safari snorkel on the white defender\n  start_ms: 118010\n  end_ms: 120250\n- text: Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n  start_ms: 120250\n  end_ms: 122480\n- text: Should I let it slide? 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(Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.69] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.10] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.44] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.17] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.07] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.42] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.34] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.02] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.08] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.82] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.36] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.44] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.59] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.25] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.31] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.59] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.27] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.40] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.52] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.00] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.62] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.69] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.57] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.23] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.51] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.15] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.80] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.45] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.42] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.58] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.31] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.33] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.02] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.13] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.01] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.48] Should I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\n[02:05.70] Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\n[02:07.68] Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n[02:10.28] Yeah, yeah (he's on fire)\n[02:11.66] Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\n[02:13.75] I'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\n[02:17.29] We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\n[02:19.25] Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\n[02:21.31] Nowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\n[02:26.20] Yeah, it's me\n[02:29.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daddy Kane\n  artist: Roc Marciano & The Alchemist\n  album: The Elephant Man's Bones The ALC Edition\n  duration_ms: 174773\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n  start_ms: 2680\n  end_ms: 7690\n- text: I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n  start_ms: 7690\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 14440\n- text: Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n  start_ms: 14440\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 19070\n- text: I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n  start_ms: 19070\n  end_ms: 22770\n- text: So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n  start_ms: 22770\n  end_ms: 25420\n- text: You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n  start_ms: 25420\n  end_ms: 28340\n- text: Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n  start_ms: 28340\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 34080\n- text: Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n  start_ms: 34080\n  end_ms: 35820\n- text: And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n  start_ms: 35820\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 39360\n  end_ms: 42590\n- text: Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 42590\n  end_ms: 45440\n- text: Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n  start_ms: 45440\n  end_ms: 47590\n- text: A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 47590\n  end_ms: 50250\n- text: Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n  start_ms: 50250\n  end_ms: 52960\n- text: New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n  start_ms: 52960\n  end_ms: 56310\n- text: It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n  start_ms: 56310\n  end_ms: 59590\n- text: Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n  start_ms: 59590\n  end_ms: 62270\n- text: They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n  start_ms: 62270\n  end_ms: 64400\n- text: I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n  start_ms: 64400\n  end_ms: 67520\n- text: Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n  start_ms: 67520\n  end_ms: 70000\n- text: Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 70000\n  end_ms: 72620\n- text: Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n  start_ms: 72620\n  end_ms: 75690\n- text: And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n  start_ms: 75690\n  end_ms: 78570\n- text: Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n  start_ms: 78570\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 86950\n- text: The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n  start_ms: 86950\n  end_ms: 88710\n- text: I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n  start_ms: 88710\n  end_ms: 92510\n- text: My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 92510\n  end_ms: 95150\n- text: Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n  start_ms: 95150\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 99450\n- text: Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n  start_ms: 99450\n  end_ms: 102420\n- text: Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n  start_ms: 102420\n  end_ms: 104580\n- text: Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n  start_ms: 104580\n  end_ms: 108310\n- text: Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n  start_ms: 108310\n  end_ms: 111330\n- text: For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n  start_ms: 111330\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 115130\n- text: With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n  start_ms: 115130\n  end_ms: 118010\n- text: Safari snorkel on the white defender\n  start_ms: 118010\n  end_ms: 120250\n- text: Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n  start_ms: 120250\n  end_ms: 122480\n- text: Should I let it slide? 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(Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.69] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.10] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.44] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.17] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.07] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.42] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.34] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.02] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.08] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.82] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.36] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.44] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.59] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.25] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.31] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.59] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.27] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.40] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.52] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.00] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.62] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.69] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.57] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.23] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.51] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.15] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.80] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.45] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.42] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.58] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.31] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.33] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.02] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.13] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.01] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.48] Should I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\n[02:05.70] Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\n[02:07.68] Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n[02:10.28] Yeah, yeah (he's on fire)\n[02:11.66] Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\n[02:13.75] I'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\n[02:17.29] We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\n[02:19.25] Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\n[02:21.31] Nowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\n[02:26.20] Yeah, it's me\n[02:29.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daddy Kane\n  artist: Roc Marciano & The Alchemist\n  album: The Elephant Man's Bones\n  duration_ms: 174773\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n  start_ms: 2680\n  end_ms: 7690\n- text: I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n  start_ms: 7690\n  end_ms: 10100\n- text: I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n  start_ms: 10100\n  end_ms: 14440\n- text: Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n  start_ms: 14440\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 19070\n- text: I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n  start_ms: 19070\n  end_ms: 22770\n- text: So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n  start_ms: 22770\n  end_ms: 25420\n- text: You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n  start_ms: 25420\n  end_ms: 28340\n- text: Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n  start_ms: 28340\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 34080\n- text: Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n  start_ms: 34080\n  end_ms: 35820\n- text: And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n  start_ms: 35820\n  end_ms: 39360\n- text: Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 39360\n  end_ms: 42590\n- text: Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 42590\n  end_ms: 45440\n- text: Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n  start_ms: 45440\n  end_ms: 47590\n- text: A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 47590\n  end_ms: 50250\n- text: Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n  start_ms: 50250\n  end_ms: 52960\n- text: New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n  start_ms: 52960\n  end_ms: 56310\n- text: It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n  start_ms: 56310\n  end_ms: 59590\n- text: Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n  start_ms: 59590\n  end_ms: 62270\n- text: They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n  start_ms: 62270\n  end_ms: 64400\n- text: I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n  start_ms: 64400\n  end_ms: 67520\n- text: Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n  start_ms: 67520\n  end_ms: 70000\n- text: Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 70000\n  end_ms: 72620\n- text: Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n  start_ms: 72620\n  end_ms: 75690\n- text: And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n  start_ms: 75690\n  end_ms: 78570\n- text: Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n  start_ms: 78570\n  end_ms: 81230\n- text: Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n  start_ms: 81230\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 86950\n- text: The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n  start_ms: 86950\n  end_ms: 88710\n- text: I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n  start_ms: 88710\n  end_ms: 92510\n- text: My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 92510\n  end_ms: 95150\n- text: Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n  start_ms: 95150\n  end_ms: 97800\n- text: Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n  start_ms: 97800\n  end_ms: 99450\n- text: Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n  start_ms: 99450\n  end_ms: 102420\n- text: Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n  start_ms: 102420\n  end_ms: 104580\n- text: Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n  start_ms: 104580\n  end_ms: 108310\n- text: Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n  start_ms: 108310\n  end_ms: 111330\n- text: For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n  start_ms: 111330\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 115130\n- text: With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n  start_ms: 115130\n  end_ms: 118010\n- text: Safari snorkel on the white defender\n  start_ms: 118010\n  end_ms: 120250\n- text: Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n  start_ms: 120250\n  end_ms: 122480\n- text: Should I let it slide? 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(Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? 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(Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.69] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.10] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.44] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.17] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.07] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.42] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.34] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.02] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.08] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.82] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.36] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.44] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.59] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.25] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.31] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.59] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.27] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.40] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.52] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.00] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.62] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.69] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.57] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.23] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.51] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.15] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.80] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.45] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.42] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.58] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.31] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.33] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.02] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.13] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.01] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.48] Should I let it slide? 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(Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.68] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.15] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.41] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.13] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.05] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.50] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.38] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.00] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.10] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.87] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.35] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.50] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.53] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.20] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.40] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.58] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.29] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.35] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.51] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.01] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.69] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.61] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.53] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.21] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.52] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.13] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.85] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.43] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.46] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.51] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.39] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.35] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.08] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.19] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.05] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.44] Should I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\n[02:05.75] Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\n[02:07.64] Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n[02:10.28] Yeah, yeah (he's on fire)\n[02:11.65] Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\n[02:13.72] I'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\n[02:17.27] We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\n[02:19.23] Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\n[02:21.32] Nowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\n[02:26.15] Yeah, it's me\n[02:29.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daddy Kane\n  artist: Roc Marciano / The Alchemist / Action Bronson\n  album: The Elephant Man's Bones The ALC Edition\n  duration_ms: 175000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n  start_ms: 2680\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10150\n- text: I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n  start_ms: 10150\n  end_ms: 14410\n- text: Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n  start_ms: 14410\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 19050\n- text: I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n  start_ms: 19050\n  end_ms: 22770\n- text: So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n  start_ms: 22770\n  end_ms: 25500\n- text: You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n  start_ms: 25500\n  end_ms: 28380\n- text: Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n  start_ms: 28380\n  end_ms: 31000\n- text: Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n  start_ms: 31000\n  end_ms: 34100\n- text: Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n  start_ms: 34100\n  end_ms: 35870\n- text: And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n  start_ms: 35870\n  end_ms: 39350\n- text: Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 39350\n  end_ms: 42590\n- text: Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 42590\n  end_ms: 45500\n- text: Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n  start_ms: 45500\n  end_ms: 47530\n- text: A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 47530\n  end_ms: 50200\n- text: Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n  start_ms: 50200\n  end_ms: 52960\n- text: New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n  start_ms: 52960\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 59580\n- text: Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n  start_ms: 59580\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 64350\n- text: I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n  start_ms: 64350\n  end_ms: 67510\n- text: Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n  start_ms: 67510\n  end_ms: 70010\n- text: Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 70010\n  end_ms: 72690\n- text: Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n  start_ms: 72690\n  end_ms: 75610\n- text: And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n  start_ms: 75610\n  end_ms: 78530\n- text: Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n  start_ms: 78530\n  end_ms: 81210\n- text: Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n  start_ms: 81210\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 86950\n- text: The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n  start_ms: 86950\n  end_ms: 88710\n- text: I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n  start_ms: 88710\n  end_ms: 92520\n- text: My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 92520\n  end_ms: 95130\n- text: Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n  start_ms: 95130\n  end_ms: 97850\n- text: Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n  start_ms: 97850\n  end_ms: 99430\n- text: Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n  start_ms: 99430\n  end_ms: 102460\n- text: Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n  start_ms: 102460\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 111350\n- text: For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n  start_ms: 111350\n  end_ms: 113080\n- text: I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n  start_ms: 113080\n  end_ms: 115190\n- text: With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n  start_ms: 115190\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Safari snorkel on the white defender\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 120250\n- text: Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n  start_ms: 120250\n  end_ms: 122440\n- text: Should I let it slide? 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(Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.68] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.15] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.41] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.13] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.05] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.50] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.38] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.00] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.10] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.87] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.35] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.50] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.53] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.20] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.40] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.58] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.29] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.35] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.51] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.01] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.69] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.61] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.53] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.21] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.52] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.13] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.85] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.43] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.46] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.51] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.39] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.35] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.08] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.19] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.05] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.44] Should I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\n[02:05.75] Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\n[02:07.64] Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n[02:10.28] Yeah, yeah (he's on fire)\n[02:11.65] Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\n[02:13.72] I'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\n[02:17.27] We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\n[02:19.23] Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\n[02:21.32] Nowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\n[02:26.15] Yeah, it's me\n[02:29.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daddy Kane\n  artist: Action Bronson, Roc Marciano, The Alchemist\n  album: The Elephant Man's Bones The ALC Edition\n  duration_ms: 175000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n  start_ms: 2680\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10150\n- text: I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n  start_ms: 10150\n  end_ms: 14410\n- text: Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n  start_ms: 14410\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 19050\n- text: I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n  start_ms: 19050\n  end_ms: 22770\n- text: So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n  start_ms: 22770\n  end_ms: 25500\n- text: You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n  start_ms: 25500\n  end_ms: 28380\n- text: Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n  start_ms: 28380\n  end_ms: 31000\n- text: Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n  start_ms: 31000\n  end_ms: 34100\n- text: Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n  start_ms: 34100\n  end_ms: 35870\n- text: And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n  start_ms: 35870\n  end_ms: 39350\n- text: Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 39350\n  end_ms: 42590\n- text: Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 42590\n  end_ms: 45500\n- text: Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n  start_ms: 45500\n  end_ms: 47530\n- text: A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 47530\n  end_ms: 50200\n- text: Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n  start_ms: 50200\n  end_ms: 52960\n- text: New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n  start_ms: 52960\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 59580\n- text: Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n  start_ms: 59580\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 64350\n- text: I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n  start_ms: 64350\n  end_ms: 67510\n- text: Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n  start_ms: 67510\n  end_ms: 70010\n- text: Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 70010\n  end_ms: 72690\n- text: Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n  start_ms: 72690\n  end_ms: 75610\n- text: And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n  start_ms: 75610\n  end_ms: 78530\n- text: Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n  start_ms: 78530\n  end_ms: 81210\n- text: Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n  start_ms: 81210\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 86950\n- text: The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n  start_ms: 86950\n  end_ms: 88710\n- text: I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n  start_ms: 88710\n  end_ms: 92520\n- text: My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 92520\n  end_ms: 95130\n- text: Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n  start_ms: 95130\n  end_ms: 97850\n- text: Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n  start_ms: 97850\n  end_ms: 99430\n- text: Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n  start_ms: 99430\n  end_ms: 102460\n- text: Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n  start_ms: 102460\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 111350\n- text: For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n  start_ms: 111350\n  end_ms: 113080\n- text: I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n  start_ms: 113080\n  end_ms: 115190\n- text: With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n  start_ms: 115190\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Safari snorkel on the white defender\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 120250\n- text: Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n  start_ms: 120250\n  end_ms: 122440\n- text: Should I let it slide? 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(Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.68] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.15] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.41] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.13] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.05] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.50] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.38] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.00] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.10] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.87] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.35] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.50] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.53] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.20] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.40] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.58] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.29] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.35] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.51] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.01] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.69] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.61] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.53] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.21] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.52] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.13] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.85] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.43] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.46] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.51] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.39] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.35] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.08] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.19] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.05] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.44] Should I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\n[02:05.75] Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\n[02:07.64] Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n[02:10.28] Yeah, yeah (he's on fire)\n[02:11.65] Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\n[02:13.72] I'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\n[02:17.27] We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\n[02:19.23] Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\n[02:21.32] Nowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\n[02:26.15] Yeah, it's me\n[02:29.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daddy Kane\n  artist: Roc Marciano; The Alchemist; Action Bronson\n  album: The Elephant Man's Bones\n  duration_ms: 174773\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n  start_ms: 2680\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10150\n- text: I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n  start_ms: 10150\n  end_ms: 14410\n- text: Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n  start_ms: 14410\n  end_ms: 17130\n- text: Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n  start_ms: 17130\n  end_ms: 19050\n- text: I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n  start_ms: 19050\n  end_ms: 22770\n- text: So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n  start_ms: 22770\n  end_ms: 25500\n- text: You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n  start_ms: 25500\n  end_ms: 28380\n- text: Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n  start_ms: 28380\n  end_ms: 31000\n- text: Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n  start_ms: 31000\n  end_ms: 34100\n- text: Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n  start_ms: 34100\n  end_ms: 35870\n- text: And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n  start_ms: 35870\n  end_ms: 39350\n- text: Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 39350\n  end_ms: 42590\n- text: Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 42590\n  end_ms: 45500\n- text: Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n  start_ms: 45500\n  end_ms: 47530\n- text: A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 47530\n  end_ms: 50200\n- text: Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n  start_ms: 50200\n  end_ms: 52960\n- text: New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n  start_ms: 52960\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 59580\n- text: Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n  start_ms: 59580\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 64350\n- text: I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n  start_ms: 64350\n  end_ms: 67510\n- text: Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n  start_ms: 67510\n  end_ms: 70010\n- text: Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 70010\n  end_ms: 72690\n- text: Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n  start_ms: 72690\n  end_ms: 75610\n- text: And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n  start_ms: 75610\n  end_ms: 78530\n- text: Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n  start_ms: 78530\n  end_ms: 81210\n- text: Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n  start_ms: 81210\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 86950\n- text: The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n  start_ms: 86950\n  end_ms: 88710\n- text: I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n  start_ms: 88710\n  end_ms: 92520\n- text: My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 92520\n  end_ms: 95130\n- text: Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n  start_ms: 95130\n  end_ms: 97850\n- text: Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n  start_ms: 97850\n  end_ms: 99430\n- text: Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n  start_ms: 99430\n  end_ms: 102460\n- text: Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n  start_ms: 102460\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 108390\n- text: Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n  start_ms: 108390\n  end_ms: 111350\n- text: For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n  start_ms: 111350\n  end_ms: 113080\n- text: I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n  start_ms: 113080\n  end_ms: 115190\n- text: With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n  start_ms: 115190\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Safari snorkel on the white defender\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 120250\n- text: Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n  start_ms: 120250\n  end_ms: 122440\n- text: Should I let it slide? 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(Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.68] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.15] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.41] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.13] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.05] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.50] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.38] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.00] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.10] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.87] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.35] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.50] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.53] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.20] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.40] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.58] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.29] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.35] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.51] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.01] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.69] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.61] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.53] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.21] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.52] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.13] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.85] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.43] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.46] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.51] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.39] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.35] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.08] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.19] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.05] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.44] Should I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\n[02:05.75] Until you make feces? 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(Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.69] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.10] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.44] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.17] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.07] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.42] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.34] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.02] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.08] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.82] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.36] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.44] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.59] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.25] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.31] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.59] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.27] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.40] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.52] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.00] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.62] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.69] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.57] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.23] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.51] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.15] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.80] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.45] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.42] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.58] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.31] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.33] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.02] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.13] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.01] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.48] Should I let it slide? 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(Nah)\nOr choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? 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(Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\n[02:05.70] Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)\n[02:07.69] Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n[02:10.26] Yeah, yeah (he's on fire)\n[02:11.64] Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\n[02:13.79] I'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\n[02:17.29] We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\n[02:19.24] Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\n[02:21.30] Nowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\n[02:26.16] Yeah, it's me\n[02:54.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Daddy Kane (feat. 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(Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve\nUntil you make feces? 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(Fuck is goin' on right now?)\nThen I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)\n\nYeah, yeah (he's on fire)\nUh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)\nI'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)\nWe rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points)\nDoctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds)\nNowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus\nYeah, it's me","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.68] Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)\n[00:07.69] I'm like Big Daddy Kane\n[00:10.10] I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)\n[00:14.44] Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)\n[00:17.17] Walk with me like a dog might (mm)\n[00:19.07] I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight\n[00:22.77] So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)\n[00:25.42] You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)\n[00:28.34] Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?\n[00:31.02] Doggie, that's more than a chiba high\n[00:34.08] Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater\n[00:35.82] And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader\n[00:39.36] Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)\n[00:42.59] Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)\n[00:45.44] Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)\n[00:47.59] A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)\n[00:50.25] Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out\n[00:52.96] New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)\n[00:56.31] It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth\n[00:59.59] Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)\n[01:02.27] They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke\n[01:04.40] I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach\n[01:07.52] Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)\n[01:10.00] Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming\n[01:12.62] Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi\n[01:15.69] And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)\n[01:18.57] Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)\n[01:21.23] Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)\n[01:23.94] I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie\n[01:26.95] The Bible won't be the only thing holy\n[01:28.71] I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)\n[01:32.51] My demise always a day late (uh-huh)\n[01:35.15] Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic)\n[01:37.80] Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic)\n[01:39.45] Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand\n[01:42.42] Made 'em flip like Suni Lee\n[01:44.58] Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)\n[01:48.31] Told the bitch, \"Mangia, they don't got this at the diner\" (nope)\n[01:51.33] For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh)\n[01:53.02] I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!)\n[01:55.13] With \"The Wind Cries Mary\" played by Jimi on the Fender\n[01:58.01] Safari snorkel on the white defender\n[02:00.25] Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)\n[02:02.48] Should I let it slide? 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