[{"id":35306012,"name":"D&D Class Cypher","trackName":"D&D Class Cypher","artistName":"Rustage","albumName":"D&D Class Cypher","duration":358.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\nOnly got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\nBig dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\nSpit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\nDevastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\nEvery spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\nBetter test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\nMan need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\nAct like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\nI be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\nPower words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\nBlasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\nTime stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\nSee them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\nMy god, transmutating gold until the price drops\nMilestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\nNot with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\nMovin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\nCouldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\nDepart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\nI blast through 'em all\nAnd if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\nRestore balance, a bastion of law\nTasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\nClear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\nGet it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\nMy magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\nThey're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\nWhat's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n(Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\nNo rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\nIt's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\nLike Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\nSingle target, so I'm aimin' right\nTakin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\nOh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\nI got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\nAnd you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\nT-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\nBada-bing-boom right at your castle\nI'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\nPop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\nThis flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\nNo one did a check, so didn't clock\nFor that he was known for picking locks\nLike a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\nThe evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\nNo magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\nSlow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\nLight on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\nMurder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\nDon't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\nSlippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\nThe little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\nGot sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\nYou think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\nYou're in my range, I swing a blade\nThere's no place that'll make you safe\nThrow a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\nWhen I throw, you die, that's just a role\nYou'll hold within your grave, ah\nMore attacks, more ability scores\nCheck my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\nAnd murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\nI'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\nLevel eight with three feats, I got a third leg\nUse my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\nAction surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\nTook a multiclass in spellcastin'\nI can make sure that you learn death\n\nThe bar bearin' barbarian in your area\nI bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\nDawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\nBig club, he shall see if I get serious\nHard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\nBig stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\nSleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\nIf I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\nOriginal crashout with the axe out\nEverybody around get slashed out if I lash out\nBad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\nWatch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\nAyy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\nThen you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\nThat staff in your hand just can't compare\nTo what I'ma carry (The whole team)\nPut 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n(And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\nProbably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n(Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\nEvasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\nDrunken master swayin' from side to side\nThis flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\nYeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\nIt's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\nD&D, the Paladin\nWe could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\nI don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\nKickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\nYou better make the right move, let's play god\nYou think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\nSnake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\nI can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\nDraggin' up out a suit of kaiju\nChivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\nBuddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\nLife of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n'Til the game ends, I'm started off\nCome on, let's work!\n\nKnow your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\nWho else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\nHuh, okay, look at the path I paved\nYeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\nKnow the hands heal, but the hands kill\nI see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\nI stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\nFor goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\nDivine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\nLike stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\nHoly aura, the holy warrior, ayy\nI give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n(Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\nIf I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\nTch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\nShow some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\nWhat? (What?) Just call him the Druid\nWhether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\nWhat's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\nBut if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\nAnd when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\nWritten in the constellations\nYou ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\nThe most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\nFor certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\nHunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\nA hunger for the art of death and life\nWonder from afar, beware, I'm like\nThunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\nHear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nSummon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\nI keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\nSun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\nLeave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\nIt's the Winter Walker (Nah)\nWait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\nPlayers missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\nDrakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\nThey change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\nWorld is my moshpit\nStrapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\nSing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\nYou runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n(It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\nPassion, light a room up like magic\nPassin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\nNot by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\nIt's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\nThings are always goin' my way\nMy buddy here will make your shit break\nKindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n(Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\nIt's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\nWizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\nHear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\nCome spar with the arcane artisan\nWith the masterfully crafted masterplan\nI'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\nMy motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\nInventor with incantations\nJust one spell and a tin can's sapient\nIt's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\nA few loose screws for a few new patents","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.94] See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\n[00:11.16] Only got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\n[00:13.13] Big dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\n[00:15.12] Spit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\n[00:17.24] Devastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\n[00:19.11] Every spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\n[00:21.38] Better test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\n[00:23.32] Man need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\n[00:25.54] Act like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\n[00:27.74] I be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\n[00:29.88] Power words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\n[00:31.96] Blasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\n[00:34.20] Time stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\n[00:36.34] See them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\n[00:38.49] My god, transmutating gold until the price drops\n[00:40.68] Milestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n[00:42.49] Not with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\n[00:44.69] Movin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\n[00:46.70] Couldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\n[00:48.94] Depart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\n[00:50.98] I blast through 'em all\n[00:51.97] And if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\n[00:54.17] Restore balance, a bastion of law\n[00:55.61] Tasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\n[00:57.84] Clear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\n[00:59.92] Get it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\n[01:02.08] My magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\n[01:04.01] They're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\n[01:06.05] What's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n[01:08.28] (Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\n[01:10.33] No rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\n[01:12.49] It's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\n[01:14.56] Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n[01:16.87] Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n[01:18.21] Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n[01:20.38] Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n[01:22.67] I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n[01:24.69] And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n[01:26.51] T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n[01:28.61] Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n[01:30.22] I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n[01:31.70] Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n[01:34.16] This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n[01:36.42] No one did a check, so didn't clock\n[01:37.44] For that he was known for picking locks\n[01:38.85] Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n[01:40.80] The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n[01:42.91] No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n[01:44.85] Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n[01:47.00] Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n[01:49.15] Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n[01:51.32] Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n[01:53.67] Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n[01:55.71] The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n[01:57.84] Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n[01:59.83] You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n[02:01.33] You're in my range, I swing a blade\n[02:02.62] There's no place that'll make you safe\n[02:03.94] Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n[02:06.09] When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n[02:07.30] You'll hold within your grave, ah\n[02:08.78] More attacks, more ability scores\n[02:10.28] Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n[02:12.46] And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n[02:14.54] I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n[02:16.80] Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n[02:18.54] Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n[02:20.72] Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n[02:22.90] Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n[02:24.36] I can make sure that you learn death\n[02:25.63] The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n[02:27.73] I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n[02:29.85] Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n[02:32.08] Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n[02:34.05] Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n[02:36.29] Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n[02:38.44] Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n[02:40.55] If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n[02:43.20] Original crashout with the axe out\n[02:44.79] Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n[02:47.05] Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n[02:49.15] Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n[02:51.41] Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n[02:53.64] Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n[02:55.76] That staff in your hand just can't compare\n[02:57.06] To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n[02:58.45] Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n[03:00.00] (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n[03:02.06] Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n[03:04.10] (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n[03:06.39] Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n[03:08.67] Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n[03:10.69] This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n[03:13.17] Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n[03:14.92] It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n[03:17.63] D&D, the Paladin\n[03:18.67] We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n[03:20.86] I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n[03:23.25] Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n[03:25.07] You better make the right move, let's play god\n[03:26.52] You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n[03:28.17] Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n[03:30.48] I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n[03:32.46] Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n[03:34.15] Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n[03:36.24] Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n[03:38.44] Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n[03:40.60] 'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n[03:42.09] Come on, let's work!\n[03:43.04] Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n[03:44.80] Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n[03:47.23] Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n[03:49.19] Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n[03:51.31] Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n[03:53.27] I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n[03:55.46] I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n[03:57.56] For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n[04:00.03] Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n[04:02.05] Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n[04:04.33] Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n[04:06.53] I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n[04:08.54] (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n[04:10.61] If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n[04:12.91] Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n[04:14.72] Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n[04:17.23] What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n[04:18.83] Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n[04:20.99] What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n[04:23.18] But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n[04:25.17] And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n[04:27.75] Written in the constellations\n[04:28.71] You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n[04:30.03] The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n[04:32.04] For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n[04:34.46] Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n[04:36.79] A hunger for the art of death and life\n[04:38.99] Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n[04:40.60] Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n[04:41.39] Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[04:43.07] Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n[04:45.05] I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n[04:47.29] Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n[04:49.30] Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n[04:50.43] It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n[04:51.41] Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n[04:53.57] Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n[04:55.90] Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n[04:57.78] They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n[04:59.30] World is my moshpit\n[05:00.35] Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n[05:02.41] Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n[05:04.52] You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n[05:06.59] (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n[05:08.92] Passion, light a room up like magic\n[05:11.02] Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n[05:13.20] Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n[05:15.23] It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n[05:17.95] Things are always goin' my way\n[05:20.01] My buddy here will make your shit break\n[05:22.32] Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n[05:25.12] (Not even close) Pass 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(Drip) Okay!\n  start_ms: 91700\n  end_ms: 94160\n- text: This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n  start_ms: 94160\n  end_ms: 96420\n- text: No one did a check, so didn't clock\n  start_ms: 96420\n  end_ms: 97440\n- text: For that he was known for picking locks\n  start_ms: 97440\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: 'Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit'\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 100800\n- text: The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n  start_ms: 100800\n  end_ms: 102910\n- text: No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n  start_ms: 102910\n  end_ms: 104850\n- text: Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n  start_ms: 104850\n  end_ms: 107000\n- text: Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n  start_ms: 107000\n  end_ms: 109150\n- text: Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n  start_ms: 109150\n  end_ms: 111320\n- text: Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n  start_ms: 111320\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 115710\n- text: The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n  start_ms: 115710\n  end_ms: 117840\n- text: Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n  start_ms: 117840\n  end_ms: 119830\n- text: You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 121330\n- text: You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  start_ms: 121330\n  end_ms: 122620\n- text: There's no place that'll make you safe\n  start_ms: 122620\n  end_ms: 123940\n- text: Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  start_ms: 123940\n  end_ms: 126090\n- text: When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  start_ms: 126090\n  end_ms: 127300\n- text: You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  start_ms: 127300\n  end_ms: 128780\n- text: More attacks, more ability scores\n  start_ms: 128780\n  end_ms: 130280\n- text: Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  start_ms: 130280\n  end_ms: 132460\n- text: And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  start_ms: 132460\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 136800\n- text: Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  start_ms: 136800\n  end_ms: 138540\n- text: Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  start_ms: 138540\n  end_ms: 140720\n- text: Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  start_ms: 140720\n  end_ms: 142900\n- text: Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  start_ms: 142900\n  end_ms: 144360\n- text: I can make sure that you learn death\n  start_ms: 144360\n  end_ms: 145630\n- text: The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  start_ms: 145630\n  end_ms: 147730\n- text: I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  start_ms: 147730\n  end_ms: 149850\n- text: Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  start_ms: 149850\n  end_ms: 152080\n- text: Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  start_ms: 152080\n  end_ms: 154050\n- text: Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  start_ms: 154050\n  end_ms: 156290\n- text: Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  start_ms: 156290\n  end_ms: 158440\n- text: Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  start_ms: 158440\n  end_ms: 160550\n- text: If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  start_ms: 160550\n  end_ms: 163200\n- text: Original crashout with the axe out\n  start_ms: 163200\n  end_ms: 164790\n- text: Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  start_ms: 164790\n  end_ms: 167050\n- text: Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  start_ms: 167050\n  end_ms: 169150\n- text: Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n  start_ms: 169150\n  end_ms: 171410\n- text: Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  start_ms: 171410\n  end_ms: 173640\n- text: Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  start_ms: 173640\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 177060\n- text: To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  start_ms: 177060\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 184100\n- text: (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  start_ms: 184100\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 188670\n- text: Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  start_ms: 188670\n  end_ms: 190690\n- text: This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  start_ms: 190690\n  end_ms: 193170\n- text: Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  start_ms: 193170\n  end_ms: 194920\n- text: It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n  start_ms: 194920\n  end_ms: 197630\n- text: D&D, the Paladin\n  start_ms: 197630\n  end_ms: 198670\n- text: We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  start_ms: 198670\n  end_ms: 200860\n- text: I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  start_ms: 200860\n  end_ms: 203250\n- text: Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  start_ms: 203250\n  end_ms: 205070\n- text: You better make the right move, let's play god\n  start_ms: 205070\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 208170\n- text: Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  start_ms: 208170\n  end_ms: 210480\n- text: I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  start_ms: 210480\n  end_ms: 212460\n- text: Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  start_ms: 212460\n  end_ms: 214150\n- text: Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  start_ms: 214150\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 218440\n- text: Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  start_ms: 218440\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: '''Til the game ends, I''m started off'\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222090\n- text: Come on, let's work!\n  start_ms: 222090\n  end_ms: 223040\n- text: Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  start_ms: 223040\n  end_ms: 224800\n- text: Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  start_ms: 224800\n  end_ms: 227230\n- text: Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  start_ms: 227230\n  end_ms: 229190\n- text: Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  start_ms: 229190\n  end_ms: 231310\n- text: Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  start_ms: 231310\n  end_ms: 233270\n- text: I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  start_ms: 233270\n  end_ms: 235460\n- text: I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  start_ms: 235460\n  end_ms: 237560\n- text: For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  start_ms: 237560\n  end_ms: 240030\n- text: Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  start_ms: 240030\n  end_ms: 242050\n- text: Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  start_ms: 242050\n  end_ms: 244330\n- text: Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  start_ms: 244330\n  end_ms: 246530\n- text: I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n  start_ms: 246530\n  end_ms: 248540\n- text: (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  start_ms: 248540\n  end_ms: 250610\n- text: If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  start_ms: 250610\n  end_ms: 252910\n- text: Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  start_ms: 252910\n  end_ms: 254720\n- text: Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  start_ms: 254720\n  end_ms: 257230\n- text: What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  start_ms: 257230\n  end_ms: 258830\n- text: Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  start_ms: 258830\n  end_ms: 260990\n- text: What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  start_ms: 260990\n  end_ms: 263180\n- text: But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  start_ms: 263180\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Written in the constellations\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 268710\n- text: You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 268710\n  end_ms: 270030\n- text: The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  start_ms: 270030\n  end_ms: 272040\n- text: For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n  start_ms: 272040\n  end_ms: 274460\n- text: Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  start_ms: 274460\n  end_ms: 276790\n- text: A hunger for the art of death and life\n  start_ms: 276790\n  end_ms: 278990\n- text: Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  start_ms: 278990\n  end_ms: 280600\n- text: Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 280600\n  end_ms: 281390\n- text: Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 281390\n  end_ms: 283070\n- text: Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n  start_ms: 283070\n  end_ms: 285050\n- text: I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n  start_ms: 285050\n  end_ms: 287290\n- text: Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 287290\n  end_ms: 289300\n- text: Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n  start_ms: 289300\n  end_ms: 290430\n- text: It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n  start_ms: 290430\n  end_ms: 291410\n- text: Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n  start_ms: 291410\n  end_ms: 293570\n- text: Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n  start_ms: 293570\n  end_ms: 295900\n- text: Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n  start_ms: 295900\n  end_ms: 297780\n- text: They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n  start_ms: 297780\n  end_ms: 299300\n- text: World is my moshpit\n  start_ms: 299300\n  end_ms: 300350\n- text: Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  start_ms: 300350\n  end_ms: 302410\n- text: Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  start_ms: 302410\n  end_ms: 304520\n- text: You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  start_ms: 304520\n  end_ms: 306590\n- text: (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  start_ms: 306590\n  end_ms: 308920\n- text: Passion, light a room up like magic\n  start_ms: 308920\n  end_ms: 311020\n- text: Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  start_ms: 311020\n  end_ms: 313200\n- text: Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  start_ms: 313200\n  end_ms: 315230\n- text: It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  start_ms: 315230\n  end_ms: 317950\n- text: Things are always goin' my way\n  start_ms: 317950\n  end_ms: 320010\n- text: My buddy here will make your shit break\n  start_ms: 320010\n  end_ms: 322320\n- text: Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n  start_ms: 322320\n  end_ms: 325120\n- text: (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n  start_ms: 325120\n  end_ms: 327560\n- text: It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n  start_ms: 327560\n  end_ms: 329830\n- text: Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n  start_ms: 329830\n  end_ms: 331770\n- text: Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n  start_ms: 331770\n  end_ms: 333900\n- text: Come spar with the arcane artisan\n  start_ms: 333900\n  end_ms: 335890\n- text: With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n  start_ms: 335890\n  end_ms: 338050\n- text: I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n  start_ms: 338050\n  end_ms: 340280\n- text: My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n  start_ms: 340280\n  end_ms: 343100\n- text: Inventor with incantations\n  start_ms: 343100\n  end_ms: 344650\n- text: Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n  start_ms: 344650\n  end_ms: 346750\n- text: It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  start_ms: 346750\n  end_ms: 348840\n- text: A few loose screws for a few new patents\n  start_ms: 348840\n  end_ms: 350640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350640\nplain: |-\n  See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\n  Only got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\n  Big dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\n  Spit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\n  Devastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\n  Every spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\n  Better test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\n  Man need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\n  Act like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\n  I be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\n  Power words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\n  Blasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\n  Time stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\n  See them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\n  My god, transmutating gold until the price drops\n  Milestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\n  Not with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\n  Movin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\n  Couldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\n  Depart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\n  I blast through 'em all\n  And if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\n  Restore balance, a bastion of law\n  Tasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\n  Clear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\n  Get it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\n  My magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\n  They're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\n  What's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n  (Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\n  No rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\n  It's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\n  Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n  Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n  Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n  Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n  I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n  And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n  T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n  Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n  I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n  Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\n  This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n  No one did a check, so didn't clock\n  For that he was known for picking locks\n  Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n  The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n  No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n  Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n  Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n  Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n  Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n  Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n  The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n  Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\n  You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n  You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  There's no place that'll make you safe\n  Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  More attacks, more ability scores\n  Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  I can make sure that you learn death\n\n  The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  Original crashout with the axe out\n  Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\n  Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\n  D&D, the Paladin\n  We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  You better make the right move, let's play god\n  You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n  Come on, let's work!\n\n  Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n  (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  Written in the constellations\n  You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\n  Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  A hunger for the art of death and life\n  Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n  I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n  Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n  Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n  It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n  Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n  Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n  Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n  They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\n  World is my moshpit\n  Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  Passion, light a room up like magic\n  Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  Things are always goin' my way\n  My buddy here will make your shit break\n  Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n  (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n  It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n  Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n  Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n  Come spar with the arcane artisan\n  With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n  I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n  My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n  Inventor with incantations\n  Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n  It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  A few loose screws for a few new patents\n"},{"id":36103471,"name":"D&D Class Cypher","trackName":"D&D Class Cypher","artistName":"Rustage, TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest!, Shao Dow, DizzyEight, Ham Sandwich, Aerial Ace, Geno Five, Shwabadi","albumName":"D&D Class Cypher","duration":360.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\nOnly got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\nBig dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\nSpit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\nDevastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\nEvery spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\nBetter test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\nMan need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\nAct like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\nI be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\nPower words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\nBlasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\nTime stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\nSee them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\nMy god, transmutating gold until the price drops\nMilestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\nNot with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\nMovin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\nCouldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\nDepart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\nI blast through 'em all\nAnd if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\nRestore balance, a bastion of law\nTasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\nClear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\nGet it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\nMy magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\nThey're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\nWhat's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n(Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\nNo rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\nIt's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\nLike Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\nSingle target, so I'm aimin' right\nTakin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\nOh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\nI got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\nAnd you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\nT-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\nBada-bing-boom right at your castle\nI'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\nPop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\nThis flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\nNo one did a check, so didn't clock\nFor that he was known for picking locks\nLike a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\nThe evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\nNo magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\nSlow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\nLight on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\nMurder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\nDon't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\nSlippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\nThe little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\nGot sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\nYou think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\nYou're in my range, I swing a blade\nThere's no place that'll make you safe\nThrow a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\nWhen I throw, you die, that's just a role\nYou'll hold within your grave, ah\nMore attacks, more ability scores\nCheck my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\nAnd murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\nI'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\nLevel eight with three feats, I got a third leg\nUse my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\nAction surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\nTook a multiclass in spellcastin'\nI can make sure that you learn death\n\nThe bar bearin' barbarian in your area\nI bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\nDawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\nBig club, he shall see if I get serious\nHard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\nBig stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\nSleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\nIf I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\nOriginal crashout with the axe out\nEverybody around get slashed out if I lash out\nBad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\nWatch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\nAyy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\nThen you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\nThat staff in your hand just can't compare\nTo what I'ma carry (The whole team)\nPut 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n(And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\nProbably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n(Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\nEvasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\nDrunken master swayin' from side to side\nThis flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\nYeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\nIt's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\nD&D, the Paladin\nWe could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\nI don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\nKickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\nYou better make the right move, let's play god\nYou think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\nSnake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\nI can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\nDraggin' up out a suit of kaiju\nChivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\nBuddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\nLife of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n'Til the game ends, I'm started off\nCome on, let's work!\n\nKnow your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\nWho else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\nHuh, okay, look at the path I paved\nYeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\nKnow the hands heal, but the hands kill\nI see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\nI stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\nFor goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\nDivine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\nLike stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\nHoly aura, the holy warrior, ayy\nI give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n(Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\nIf I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\nTch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\nShow some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\nWhat? (What?) Just call him the Druid\nWhether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\nWhat's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\nBut if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\nAnd when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\nWritten in the constellations\nYou ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\nThe most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\nFor certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\nHunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\nA hunger for the art of death and life\nWonder from afar, beware, I'm like\nThunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\nHear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nSummon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\nI keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\nSun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\nLeave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\nIt's the Winter Walker (Nah)\nWait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\nPlayers missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\nDrakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\nThey change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\nWorld is my moshpit\nStrapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\nSing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\nYou runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n(It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\nPassion, light a room up like magic\nPassin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\nNot by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\nIt's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\nThings are always goin' my way\nMy buddy here will make your shit break\nKindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n(Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\nIt's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\nWizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\nHear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\nCome spar with the arcane artisan\nWith the masterfully crafted masterplan\nI'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\nMy motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\nInventor with incantations\nJust one spell and a tin can's sapient\nIt's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\nA few loose screws for a few new patents","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: D&D Class Cypher\n  artist: Rustage, TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest!, Shao Dow, DizzyEight, Ham Sandwich, Aerial Ace, Geno Five, Shwabadi\n  album: D&D Class Cypher\n  duration_ms: 360000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\n  Only got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\n  Big dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\n  Spit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\n  Devastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\n  Every spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\n  Better test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\n  Man need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\n  Act like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\n  I be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\n  Power words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\n  Blasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\n  Time stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\n  See them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\n  My god, transmutating gold until the price drops\n  Milestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\n  Not with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\n  Movin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\n  Couldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\n  Depart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\n  I blast through 'em all\n  And if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\n  Restore balance, a bastion of law\n  Tasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\n  Clear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\n  Get it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\n  My magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\n  They're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\n  What's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n  (Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\n  No rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\n  It's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\n  Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n  Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n  Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n  Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n  I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n  And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n  T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n  Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n  I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n  Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\n  This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n  No one did a check, so didn't clock\n  For that he was known for picking locks\n  Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n  The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n  No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n  Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n  Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n  Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n  Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n  Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n  The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n  Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\n  You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n  You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  There's no place that'll make you safe\n  Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  More attacks, more ability scores\n  Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  I can make sure that you learn death\n\n  The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  Original crashout with the axe out\n  Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\n  Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\n  D&D, the Paladin\n  We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  You better make the right move, let's play god\n  You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n  Come on, let's work!\n\n  Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n  (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  Written in the constellations\n  You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\n  Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  A hunger for the art of death and life\n  Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n  I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n  Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n  Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n  It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n  Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n  Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n  Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n  They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\n  World is my moshpit\n  Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  Passion, light a room up like magic\n  Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  Things are always goin' my way\n  My buddy here will make your shit break\n  Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n  (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n  It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n  Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n  Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n  Come spar with the arcane artisan\n  With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n  I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n  My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n  Inventor with incantations\n  Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n  It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  A few loose screws for a few new patents\n"},{"id":36171428,"name":"D&D Class Cypher","trackName":"D&D Class Cypher","artistName":"Rustage, TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest!, Shao Dow, DizzyEight, Ham Sandwich, Aerial Ace, Geno Five, Shwabadi","albumName":"D&D Class Cypher","duration":357.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\nOnly got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\nBig dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\nSpit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\nDevastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\nEvery spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\nBetter test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\nMan need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\nAct like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\nI be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\nPower words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\nBlasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\nTime stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\nSee them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\nMy god, transmutating gold until the price drops\nMilestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\nNot with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\nMovin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\nCouldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\nDepart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\nI blast through 'em all\nAnd if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\nRestore balance, a bastion of law\nTasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\nClear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\nGet it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\nMy magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\nThey're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\nWhat's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n(Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\nNo rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\nIt's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\nLike Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\nSingle target, so I'm aimin' right\nTakin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\nOh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\nI got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\nAnd you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\nT-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\nBada-bing-boom right at your castle\nI'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\nPop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\nThis flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\nNo one did a check, so didn't clock\nFor that he was known for picking locks\nLike a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\nThe evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\nNo magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\nSlow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\nLight on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\nMurder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\nDon't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\nSlippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\nThe little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\nGot sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\nYou think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\nYou're in my range, I swing a blade\nThere's no place that'll make you safe\nThrow a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\nWhen I throw, you die, that's just a role\nYou'll hold within your grave, ah\nMore attacks, more ability scores\nCheck my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\nAnd murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\nI'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\nLevel eight with three feats, I got a third leg\nUse my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\nAction surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\nTook a multiclass in spellcastin'\nI can make sure that you learn death\n\nThe bar bearin' barbarian in your area\nI bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\nDawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\nBig club, he shall see if I get serious\nHard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\nBig stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\nSleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\nIf I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\nOriginal crashout with the axe out\nEverybody around get slashed out if I lash out\nBad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\nWatch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\nAyy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\nThen you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\nThat staff in your hand just can't compare\nTo what I'ma carry (The whole team)\nPut 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n(And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\nProbably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n(Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\nEvasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\nDrunken master swayin' from side to side\nThis flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\nYeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\nIt's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\nD&D, the Paladin\nWe could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\nI don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\nKickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\nYou better make the right move, let's play god\nYou think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\nSnake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\nI can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\nDraggin' up out a suit of kaiju\nChivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\nBuddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\nLife of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n'Til the game ends, I'm started off\nCome on, let's work!\n\nKnow your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\nWho else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\nHuh, okay, look at the path I paved\nYeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\nKnow the hands heal, but the hands kill\nI see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\nI stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\nFor goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\nDivine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\nLike stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\nHoly aura, the holy warrior, ayy\nI give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n(Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\nIf I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\nTch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\nShow some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\nWhat? (What?) Just call him the Druid\nWhether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\nWhat's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\nBut if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\nAnd when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\nWritten in the constellations\nYou ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\nThe most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\nFor certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\nHunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\nA hunger for the art of death and life\nWonder from afar, beware, I'm like\nThunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\nHear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nSummon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\nI keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\nSun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\nLeave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\nIt's the Winter Walker (Nah)\nWait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\nPlayers missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\nDrakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\nThey change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\nWorld is my moshpit\nStrapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\nSing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\nYou runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n(It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\nPassion, light a room up like magic\nPassin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\nNot by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\nIt's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\nThings are always goin' my way\nMy buddy here will make your shit break\nKindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n(Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\nIt's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\nWizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\nHear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\nCome spar with the arcane artisan\nWith the masterfully crafted masterplan\nI'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\nMy motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\nInventor with incantations\nJust one spell and a tin can's sapient\nIt's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\nA few loose screws for a few new patents","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: D&D Class Cypher\n  artist: Rustage, TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest!, Shao Dow, DizzyEight, Ham Sandwich, Aerial Ace, Geno Five, Shwabadi\n  album: D&D Class Cypher\n  duration_ms: 357000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\n  Only got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\n  Big dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\n  Spit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\n  Devastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\n  Every spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\n  Better test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\n  Man need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\n  Act like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\n  I be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\n  Power words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\n  Blasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\n  Time stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\n  See them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\n  My god, transmutating gold until the price drops\n  Milestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\n  Not with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\n  Movin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\n  Couldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\n  Depart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\n  I blast through 'em all\n  And if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\n  Restore balance, a bastion of law\n  Tasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\n  Clear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\n  Get it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\n  My magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\n  They're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\n  What's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n  (Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\n  No rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\n  It's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\n  Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n  Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n  Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n  Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n  I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n  And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n  T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n  Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n  I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n  Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\n  This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n  No one did a check, so didn't clock\n  For that he was known for picking locks\n  Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n  The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n  No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n  Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n  Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n  Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n  Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n  Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n  The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n  Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\n  You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n  You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  There's no place that'll make you safe\n  Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  More attacks, more ability scores\n  Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  I can make sure that you learn death\n\n  The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  Original crashout with the axe out\n  Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\n  Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\n  D&D, the Paladin\n  We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  You better make the right move, let's play god\n  You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n  Come on, let's work!\n\n  Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n  (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  Written in the constellations\n  You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\n  Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  A hunger for the art of death and life\n  Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n  I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n  Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n  Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n  It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n  Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n  Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n  Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n  They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\n  World is my moshpit\n  Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  Passion, light a room up like magic\n  Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  Things are always goin' my way\n  My buddy here will make your shit break\n  Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n  (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n  It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n  Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n  Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n  Come spar with the arcane artisan\n  With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n  I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n  My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n  Inventor with incantations\n  Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n  It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  A few loose screws for a few new patents\n"},{"id":36103502,"name":"D&D Class Cypher","trackName":"D&D Class Cypher","artistName":"Rustage, TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest!, Shao Dow, DizzyEight, Ham Sandwich, Aerial Ace, Geno Five, Shwabadi","albumName":"D&D Class Cypher","duration":352.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\nOnly got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\nBig dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\nSpit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\nDevastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\nEvery spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\nBetter test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\nMan need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\nAct like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\nI be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\nPower words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\nBlasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\nTime stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\nSee them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\nMy god, transmutating gold until the price drops\nMilestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\nNot with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\nMovin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\nCouldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\nDepart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\nI blast through 'em all\nAnd if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\nRestore balance, a bastion of law\nTasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\nClear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\nGet it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\nMy magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\nThey're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\nWhat's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n(Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\nNo rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\nIt's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\nLike Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\nSingle target, so I'm aimin' right\nTakin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\nOh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\nI got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\nAnd you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\nT-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\nBada-bing-boom right at your castle\nI'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\nPop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\nThis flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\nNo one did a check, so didn't clock\nFor that he was known for picking locks\nLike a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\nThe evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\nNo magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\nSlow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\nLight on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\nMurder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\nDon't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\nSlippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\nThe little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\nGot sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\nYou think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\nYou're in my range, I swing a blade\nThere's no place that'll make you safe\nThrow a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\nWhen I throw, you die, that's just a role\nYou'll hold within your grave, ah\nMore attacks, more ability scores\nCheck my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\nAnd murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\nI'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\nLevel eight with three feats, I got a third leg\nUse my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\nAction surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\nTook a multiclass in spellcastin'\nI can make sure that you learn death\n\nThe bar bearin' barbarian in your area\nI bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\nDawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\nBig club, he shall see if I get serious\nHard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\nBig stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\nSleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\nIf I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\nOriginal crashout with the axe out\nEverybody around get slashed out if I lash out\nBad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\nWatch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\nAyy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\nThen you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\nThat staff in your hand just can't compare\nTo what I'ma carry (The whole team)\nPut 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n(And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\nProbably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n(Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\nEvasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\nDrunken master swayin' from side to side\nThis flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\nYeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\nIt's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\nD&D, the Paladin\nWe could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\nI don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\nKickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\nYou better make the right move, let's play god\nYou think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\nSnake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\nI can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\nDraggin' up out a suit of kaiju\nChivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\nBuddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\nLife of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n'Til the game ends, I'm started off\nCome on, let's work!\n\nKnow your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\nWho else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\nHuh, okay, look at the path I paved\nYeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\nKnow the hands heal, but the hands kill\nI see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\nI stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\nFor goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\nDivine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\nLike stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\nHoly aura, the holy warrior, ayy\nI give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n(Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\nIf I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\nTch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\nShow some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\nWhat? (What?) Just call him the Druid\nWhether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\nWhat's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\nBut if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\nAnd when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\nWritten in the constellations\nYou ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\nThe most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\nFor certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\nHunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\nA hunger for the art of death and life\nWonder from afar, beware, I'm like\nThunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\nHear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nSummon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\nI keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\nSun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\nLeave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\nIt's the Winter Walker (Nah)\nWait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\nPlayers missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\nDrakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\nThey change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\nWorld is my moshpit\nStrapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\nSing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\nYou runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n(It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\nPassion, light a room up like magic\nPassin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\nNot by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\nIt's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\nThings are always goin' my way\nMy buddy here will make your shit break\nKindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n(Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\nIt's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\nWizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\nHear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\nCome spar with the arcane artisan\nWith the masterfully crafted masterplan\nI'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\nMy motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\nInventor with incantations\nJust one spell and a tin can's sapient\nIt's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\nA few loose screws for a few new patents","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: D&D Class Cypher\n  artist: Rustage, TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest!, Shao Dow, DizzyEight, Ham Sandwich, Aerial Ace, Geno Five, Shwabadi\n  album: D&D Class Cypher\n  duration_ms: 352000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\n  Only got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\n  Big dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\n  Spit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\n  Devastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\n  Every spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\n  Better test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\n  Man need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\n  Act like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\n  I be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\n  Power words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\n  Blasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\n  Time stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\n  See them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\n  My god, transmutating gold until the price drops\n  Milestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\n  Not with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\n  Movin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\n  Couldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\n  Depart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\n  I blast through 'em all\n  And if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\n  Restore balance, a bastion of law\n  Tasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\n  Clear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\n  Get it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\n  My magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\n  They're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\n  What's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n  (Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\n  No rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\n  It's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\n  Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n  Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n  Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n  Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n  I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n  And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n  T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n  Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n  I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n  Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\n  This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n  No one did a check, so didn't clock\n  For that he was known for picking locks\n  Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n  The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n  No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n  Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n  Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n  Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n  Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n  Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n  The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n  Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\n  You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n  You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  There's no place that'll make you safe\n  Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  More attacks, more ability scores\n  Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  I can make sure that you learn death\n\n  The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  Original crashout with the axe out\n  Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\n  Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\n  D&D, the Paladin\n  We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  You better make the right move, let's play god\n  You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n  Come on, let's work!\n\n  Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n  (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  Written in the constellations\n  You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\n  Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  A hunger for the art of death and life\n  Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n  I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n  Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n  Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n  It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n  Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n  Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n  Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n  They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\n  World is my moshpit\n  Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  Passion, light a room up like magic\n  Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  Things are always goin' my way\n  My buddy here will make your shit break\n  Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n  (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n  It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n  Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n  Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n  Come spar with the arcane artisan\n  With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n  I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n  My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n  Inventor with incantations\n  Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n  It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  A few loose screws for a few new patents\n"},{"id":36103447,"name":"D&D Class Cypher","trackName":"D&D Class Cypher","artistName":"Rustage, TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest!, Shao Dow, DizzyEight, Ham Sandwich, Aerial Ace, Geno Five, Shwabadi","albumName":"D&D Class Cypher","duration":355.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\nOnly got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\nBig dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\nSpit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\nDevastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\nEvery spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\nBetter test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\nMan need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\nAct like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\nI be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\nPower words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\nBlasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\nTime stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\nSee them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\nMy god, transmutating gold until the price drops\nMilestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\nNot with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\nMovin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\nCouldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\nDepart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\nI blast through 'em all\nAnd if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\nRestore balance, a bastion of law\nTasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\nClear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\nGet it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\nMy magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\nThey're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\nWhat's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n(Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\nNo rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\nIt's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\nLike Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\nSingle target, so I'm aimin' right\nTakin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\nOh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\nI got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\nAnd you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\nT-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\nBada-bing-boom right at your castle\nI'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\nPop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\nThis flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\nNo one did a check, so didn't clock\nFor that he was known for picking locks\nLike a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\nThe evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\nNo magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\nSlow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\nLight on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\nMurder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\nDon't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\nSlippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\nThe little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\nGot sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\nYou think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\nYou're in my range, I swing a blade\nThere's no place that'll make you safe\nThrow a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\nWhen I throw, you die, that's just a role\nYou'll hold within your grave, ah\nMore attacks, more ability scores\nCheck my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\nAnd murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\nI'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\nLevel eight with three feats, I got a third leg\nUse my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\nAction surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\nTook a multiclass in spellcastin'\nI can make sure that you learn death\n\nThe bar bearin' barbarian in your area\nI bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\nDawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\nBig club, he shall see if I get serious\nHard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\nBig stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\nSleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\nIf I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\nOriginal crashout with the axe out\nEverybody around get slashed out if I lash out\nBad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\nWatch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\nAyy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\nThen you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\nThat staff in your hand just can't compare\nTo what I'ma carry (The whole team)\nPut 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n(And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\nProbably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n(Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\nEvasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\nDrunken master swayin' from side to side\nThis flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\nYeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\nIt's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\nD&D, the Paladin\nWe could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\nI don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\nKickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\nYou better make the right move, let's play god\nYou think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\nSnake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\nI can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\nDraggin' up out a suit of kaiju\nChivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\nBuddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\nLife of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n'Til the game ends, I'm started off\nCome on, let's work!\n\nKnow your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\nWho else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\nHuh, okay, look at the path I paved\nYeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\nKnow the hands heal, but the hands kill\nI see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\nI stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\nFor goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\nDivine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\nLike stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\nHoly aura, the holy warrior, ayy\nI give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n(Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\nIf I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\nTch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\nShow some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\nWhat? (What?) Just call him the Druid\nWhether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\nWhat's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\nBut if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\nAnd when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\nWritten in the constellations\nYou ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\nThe most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\nFor certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\nHunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\nA hunger for the art of death and life\nWonder from afar, beware, I'm like\nThunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\nHear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nSummon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\nI keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\nSun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\nLeave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\nIt's the Winter Walker (Nah)\nWait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\nPlayers missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\nDrakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\nThey change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\nWorld is my moshpit\nStrapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\nSing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\nYou runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n(It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\nPassion, light a room up like magic\nPassin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\nNot by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\nIt's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\nThings are always goin' my way\nMy buddy here will make your shit break\nKindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n(Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\nIt's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\nWizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\nHear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\nCome spar with the arcane artisan\nWith the masterfully crafted masterplan\nI'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\nMy motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\nInventor with incantations\nJust one spell and a tin can's sapient\nIt's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\nA few loose screws for a few new patents","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: D&D Class Cypher\n  artist: Rustage, TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest!, Shao Dow, DizzyEight, Ham Sandwich, Aerial Ace, Geno Five, Shwabadi\n  album: D&D Class Cypher\n  duration_ms: 355000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\n  Only got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\n  Big dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\n  Spit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\n  Devastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\n  Every spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\n  Better test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\n  Man need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\n  Act like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\n  I be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\n  Power words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\n  Blasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\n  Time stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\n  See them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\n  My god, transmutating gold until the price drops\n  Milestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\n  Not with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\n  Movin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\n  Couldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\n  Depart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\n  I blast through 'em all\n  And if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\n  Restore balance, a bastion of law\n  Tasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\n  Clear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\n  Get it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\n  My magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\n  They're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\n  What's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n  (Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\n  No rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\n  It's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\n  Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n  Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n  Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n  Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n  I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n  And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n  T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n  Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n  I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n  Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\n  This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n  No one did a check, so didn't clock\n  For that he was known for picking locks\n  Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n  The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n  No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n  Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n  Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n  Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n  Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n  Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n  The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n  Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\n  You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n  You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  There's no place that'll make you safe\n  Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  More attacks, more ability scores\n  Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  I can make sure that you learn death\n\n  The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  Original crashout with the axe out\n  Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\n  Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\n  D&D, the Paladin\n  We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  You better make the right move, let's play god\n  You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n  Come on, let's work!\n\n  Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n  (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  Written in the constellations\n  You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\n  Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  A hunger for the art of death and life\n  Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n  I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n  Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n  Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n  It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n  Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n  Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n  Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n  They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\n  World is my moshpit\n  Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  Passion, light a room up like magic\n  Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  Things are always goin' my way\n  My buddy here will make your shit break\n  Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n  (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n  It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n  Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n  Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n  Come spar with the arcane artisan\n  With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n  I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n  My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n  Inventor with incantations\n  Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n  It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  A few loose screws for a few new patents\n"},{"id":36103437,"name":"D&D Class Cypher","trackName":"D&D Class Cypher","artistName":"Rustage, TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest!, Shao Dow, DizzyEight, Ham Sandwich, Aerial Ace, Geno Five, Shwabadi","albumName":"D&D Class Cypher","duration":356.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\nOnly got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\nBig dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\nSpit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\nDevastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\nEvery spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\nBetter test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\nMan need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\nAct like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\nI be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\nPower words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\nBlasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\nTime stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\nSee them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\nMy god, transmutating gold until the price drops\nMilestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\nNot with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\nMovin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\nCouldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\nDepart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\nI blast through 'em all\nAnd if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\nRestore balance, a bastion of law\nTasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\nClear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\nGet it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\nMy magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\nThey're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\nWhat's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n(Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\nNo rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\nIt's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\nLike Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\nSingle target, so I'm aimin' right\nTakin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\nOh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\nI got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\nAnd you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\nT-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\nBada-bing-boom right at your castle\nI'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\nPop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\nThis flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\nNo one did a check, so didn't clock\nFor that he was known for picking locks\nLike a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\nThe evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\nNo magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\nSlow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\nLight on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\nMurder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\nDon't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\nSlippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\nThe little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\nGot sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\nYou think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\nYou're in my range, I swing a blade\nThere's no place that'll make you safe\nThrow a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\nWhen I throw, you die, that's just a role\nYou'll hold within your grave, ah\nMore attacks, more ability scores\nCheck my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\nAnd murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\nI'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\nLevel eight with three feats, I got a third leg\nUse my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\nAction surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\nTook a multiclass in spellcastin'\nI can make sure that you learn death\n\nThe bar bearin' barbarian in your area\nI bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\nDawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\nBig club, he shall see if I get serious\nHard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\nBig stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\nSleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\nIf I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\nOriginal crashout with the axe out\nEverybody around get slashed out if I lash out\nBad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\nWatch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\nAyy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\nThen you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\nThat staff in your hand just can't compare\nTo what I'ma carry (The whole team)\nPut 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n(And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\nProbably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n(Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\nEvasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\nDrunken master swayin' from side to side\nThis flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\nYeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\nIt's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\nD&D, the Paladin\nWe could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\nI don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\nKickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\nYou better make the right move, let's play god\nYou think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\nSnake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\nI can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\nDraggin' up out a suit of kaiju\nChivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\nBuddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\nLife of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n'Til the game ends, I'm started off\nCome on, let's work!\n\nKnow your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\nWho else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\nHuh, okay, look at the path I paved\nYeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\nKnow the hands heal, but the hands kill\nI see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\nI stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\nFor goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\nDivine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\nLike stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\nHoly aura, the holy warrior, ayy\nI give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n(Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\nIf I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\nTch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\nShow some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\nWhat? (What?) Just call him the Druid\nWhether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\nWhat's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\nBut if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\nAnd when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\nWritten in the constellations\nYou ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\nThe most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\nFor certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\nHunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\nA hunger for the art of death and life\nWonder from afar, beware, I'm like\nThunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\nHear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nSummon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\nI keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\nSun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\nLeave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\nIt's the Winter Walker (Nah)\nWait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\nPlayers missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\nDrakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\nThey change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\nWorld is my moshpit\nStrapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\nSing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\nYou runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n(It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\nPassion, light a room up like magic\nPassin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\nNot by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\nIt's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\nThings are always goin' my way\nMy buddy here will make your shit break\nKindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n(Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\nIt's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\nWizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\nHear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\nCome spar with the arcane artisan\nWith the masterfully crafted masterplan\nI'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\nMy motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\nInventor with incantations\nJust one spell and a tin can's sapient\nIt's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\nA few loose screws for a few new patents","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: D&D Class Cypher\n  artist: Rustage, TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest!, Shao Dow, DizzyEight, Ham Sandwich, Aerial Ace, Geno Five, Shwabadi\n  album: D&D Class Cypher\n  duration_ms: 356000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\n  Only got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\n  Big dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\n  Spit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\n  Devastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\n  Every spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\n  Better test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\n  Man need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\n  Act like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\n  I be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\n  Power words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\n  Blasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\n  Time stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\n  See them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\n  My god, transmutating gold until the price drops\n  Milestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\n  Not with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\n  Movin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\n  Couldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\n  Depart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\n  I blast through 'em all\n  And if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\n  Restore balance, a bastion of law\n  Tasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\n  Clear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\n  Get it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\n  My magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\n  They're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\n  What's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n  (Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\n  No rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\n  It's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\n  Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n  Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n  Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n  Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n  I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n  And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n  T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n  Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n  I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n  Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\n  This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n  No one did a check, so didn't clock\n  For that he was known for picking locks\n  Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n  The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n  No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n  Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n  Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n  Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n  Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n  Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n  The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n  Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\n  You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n  You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  There's no place that'll make you safe\n  Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  More attacks, more ability scores\n  Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  I can make sure that you learn death\n\n  The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  Original crashout with the axe out\n  Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\n  Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\n  D&D, the Paladin\n  We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  You better make the right move, let's play god\n  You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n  Come on, let's work!\n\n  Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n  (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  Written in the constellations\n  You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\n  Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  A hunger for the art of death and life\n  Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n  I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n  Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n  Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n  It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n  Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n  Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n  Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n  They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\n  World is my moshpit\n  Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  Passion, light a room up like magic\n  Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  Things are always goin' my way\n  My buddy here will make your shit break\n  Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n  (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n  It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n  Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n  Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n  Come spar with the arcane artisan\n  With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n  I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n  My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n  Inventor with incantations\n  Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n  It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  A few loose screws for a few new patents\n"},{"id":36103685,"name":"D&D Class Cypher","trackName":"D&D Class Cypher","artistName":"Rustage, TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest!, Shao Dow, DizzyEight, Ham Sandwich, Aerial Ace, Geno Five, Shwabadi","albumName":"D&D Class Cypher","duration":353.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\nOnly got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\nBig dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\nSpit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\nDevastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\nEvery spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\nBetter test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\nMan need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\nAct like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\nI be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\nPower words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\nBlasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\nTime stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\nSee them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\nMy god, transmutating gold until the price drops\nMilestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\nNot with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\nMovin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\nCouldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\nDepart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\nI blast through 'em all\nAnd if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\nRestore balance, a bastion of law\nTasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\nClear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\nGet it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\nMy magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\nThey're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\nWhat's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n(Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\nNo rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\nIt's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\nLike Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\nSingle target, so I'm aimin' right\nTakin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\nOh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\nI got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\nAnd you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\nT-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\nBada-bing-boom right at your castle\nI'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\nPop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\nThis flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\nNo one did a check, so didn't clock\nFor that he was known for picking locks\nLike a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\nThe evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\nNo magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\nSlow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\nLight on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\nMurder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\nDon't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\nSlippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\nThe little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\nGot sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\nYou think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\nYou're in my range, I swing a blade\nThere's no place that'll make you safe\nThrow a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\nWhen I throw, you die, that's just a role\nYou'll hold within your grave, ah\nMore attacks, more ability scores\nCheck my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\nAnd murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\nI'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\nLevel eight with three feats, I got a third leg\nUse my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\nAction surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\nTook a multiclass in spellcastin'\nI can make sure that you learn death\n\nThe bar bearin' barbarian in your area\nI bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\nDawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\nBig club, he shall see if I get serious\nHard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\nBig stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\nSleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\nIf I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\nOriginal crashout with the axe out\nEverybody around get slashed out if I lash out\nBad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\nWatch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\nAyy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\nThen you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\nThat staff in your hand just can't compare\nTo what I'ma carry (The whole team)\nPut 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n(And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\nProbably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n(Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\nEvasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\nDrunken master swayin' from side to side\nThis flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\nYeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\nIt's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\nD&D, the Paladin\nWe could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\nI don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\nKickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\nYou better make the right move, let's play god\nYou think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\nSnake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\nI can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\nDraggin' up out a suit of kaiju\nChivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\nBuddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\nLife of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n'Til the game ends, I'm started off\nCome on, let's work!\n\nKnow your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\nWho else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\nHuh, okay, look at the path I paved\nYeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\nKnow the hands heal, but the hands kill\nI see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\nI stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\nFor goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\nDivine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\nLike stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\nHoly aura, the holy warrior, ayy\nI give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n(Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\nIf I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\nTch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\nShow some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\nWhat? (What?) Just call him the Druid\nWhether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\nWhat's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\nBut if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\nAnd when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\nWritten in the constellations\nYou ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\nThe most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\nFor certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\nHunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\nA hunger for the art of death and life\nWonder from afar, beware, I'm like\nThunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\nHear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nSummon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\nI keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\nSun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\nLeave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\nIt's the Winter Walker (Nah)\nWait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\nPlayers missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\nDrakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\nThey change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\nWorld is my moshpit\nStrapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\nSing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\nYou runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n(It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\nPassion, light a room up like magic\nPassin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\nNot by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\nIt's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\nThings are always goin' my way\nMy buddy here will make your shit break\nKindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n(Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\nIt's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\nWizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\nHear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\nCome spar with the arcane artisan\nWith the masterfully crafted masterplan\nI'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\nMy motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\nInventor with incantations\nJust one spell and a tin can's sapient\nIt's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\nA few loose screws for a few new patents","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: D&D Class Cypher\n  artist: Rustage, TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest!, Shao Dow, DizzyEight, Ham Sandwich, Aerial Ace, Geno Five, Shwabadi\n  album: D&D Class Cypher\n  duration_ms: 353000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\n  Only got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\n  Big dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\n  Spit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\n  Devastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\n  Every spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\n  Better test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\n  Man need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\n  Act like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\n  I be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\n  Power words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\n  Blasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\n  Time stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\n  See them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\n  My god, transmutating gold until the price drops\n  Milestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\n  Not with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\n  Movin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\n  Couldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\n  Depart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\n  I blast through 'em all\n  And if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\n  Restore balance, a bastion of law\n  Tasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\n  Clear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\n  Get it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\n  My magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\n  They're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\n  What's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n  (Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\n  No rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\n  It's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\n  Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n  Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n  Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n  Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n  I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n  And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n  T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n  Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n  I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n  Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\n  This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n  No one did a check, so didn't clock\n  For that he was known for picking locks\n  Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n  The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n  No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n  Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n  Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n  Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n  Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n  Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n  The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n  Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\n  You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n  You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  There's no place that'll make you safe\n  Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  More attacks, more ability scores\n  Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  I can make sure that you learn death\n\n  The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  Original crashout with the axe out\n  Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\n  Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\n  D&D, the Paladin\n  We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  You better make the right move, let's play god\n  You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n  Come on, let's work!\n\n  Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n  (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  Written in the constellations\n  You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\n  Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  A hunger for the art of death and life\n  Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n  I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n  Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n  Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n  It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n  Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n  Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n  Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n  They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\n  World is my moshpit\n  Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  Passion, light a room up like magic\n  Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  Things are always goin' my way\n  My buddy here will make your shit break\n  Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n  (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n  It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n  Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n  Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n  Come spar with the arcane artisan\n  With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n  I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n  My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n  Inventor with incantations\n  Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n  It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  A few loose screws for a few new patents\n"},{"id":29202241,"name":"D&D Class Cypher (feat. 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Dream visions, he wakin' at night\nI got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\nAnd you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\nT-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\nBada-bing-boom right at your castle\nI'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\nPop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\nThis flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\nNo one did a check, so didn't clock\nFor that he was known for picking locks\nLike a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\nThe evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\nNo magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\nSlow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\nLight on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\nMurder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\nDon't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\nSlippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\nThe little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\nGot sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\nYou think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\nYou're in my range, I swing a blade\nThere's no place that'll make you safe\nThrow a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\nWhen I throw, you die, that's just a role\nYou'll hold within your grave, ah\nMore attacks, more ability scores\nCheck my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\nAnd murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\nI'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\nLevel eight with three feats, I got a third leg\nUse my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\nAction surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\nTook a multiclass in spellcastin'\nI can make sure that you learn death\n\nThe bar bearin' barbarian in your area\nI bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\nDawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\nBig club, he shall see if I get serious\nHard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\nBig stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\nSleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\nIf I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\nOriginal crashout with the axe out\nEverybody around get slashed out if I lash out\nBad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\nWatch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\nAyy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\nThen you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\nThat staff in your hand just can't compare\nTo what I'ma carry (The whole team)\nPut 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n(And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\nProbably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n(Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\nEvasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\nDrunken master swayin' from side to side\nThis flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\nYeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\nIt's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\nD&D, the Paladin\nWe could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\nI don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\nKickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\nYou better make the right move, let's play god\nYou think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\nSnake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\nI can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\nDraggin' up out a suit of kaiju\nChivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\nBuddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\nLife of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n'Til the game ends, I'm started off\nCome on, let's work!\n\nKnow your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\nWho else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\nHuh, okay, look at the path I paved\nYeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\nKnow the hands heal, but the hands kill\nI see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\nI stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\nFor goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\nDivine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\nLike stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\nHoly aura, the holy warrior, ayy\nI give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n(Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\nIf I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\nTch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\nShow some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\nWhat? (What?) Just call him the Druid\nWhether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\nWhat's charisma? 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Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n[01:22.67] I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n[01:24.69] And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n[01:26.51] T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n[01:28.61] Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n[01:30.22] I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n[01:31.70] Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n[01:34.16] This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n[01:36.42] No one did a check, so didn't clock\n[01:37.44] For that he was known for picking locks\n[01:38.85] Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n[01:40.80] The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n[01:42.91] No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n[01:44.85] Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n[01:47.00] Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n[01:49.15] Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n[01:51.32] Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n[01:53.67] Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n[01:55.71] The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n[01:57.84] Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n[01:59.83] You think I'm basic? 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Then start wearin' him\n[02:29.85] Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n[02:32.08] Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n[02:34.05] Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n[02:36.29] Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n[02:38.44] Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n[02:40.55] If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n[02:43.20] Original crashout with the axe out\n[02:44.79] Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n[02:47.05] Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n[02:49.15] Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n[02:51.41] Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n[02:53.64] Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n[02:55.76] That staff in your hand just can't compare\n[02:57.06] To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n[02:58.45] Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n[03:00.00] (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n[03:02.06] Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n[03:04.10] (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n[03:06.39] Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n[03:08.67] Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n[03:10.69] This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n[03:13.17] Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n[03:14.92] It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n[03:17.63] D&D, the Paladin\n[03:18.67] We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n[03:20.86] I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n[03:23.25] Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n[03:25.07] You better make the right move, let's play god\n[03:26.52] You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n[03:28.17] Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n[03:30.48] I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n[03:32.46] Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n[03:34.15] Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n[03:36.24] Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n[03:38.44] Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n[03:40.60] 'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n[03:42.09] Come on, let's work!\n[03:43.04] Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n[03:44.80] Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n[03:47.23] Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n[03:49.19] Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n[03:51.31] Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n[03:53.27] I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n[03:55.46] I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n[03:57.56] For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n[04:00.03] Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n[04:02.05] Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n[04:04.33] Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n[04:06.53] I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n[04:08.54] (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n[04:10.61] If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n[04:12.91] Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n[04:14.72] Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n[04:17.23] What? 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Then come say it to my face\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 121330\n- text: You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  start_ms: 121330\n  end_ms: 122620\n- text: There's no place that'll make you safe\n  start_ms: 122620\n  end_ms: 123940\n- text: Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  start_ms: 123940\n  end_ms: 126090\n- text: When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  start_ms: 126090\n  end_ms: 127300\n- text: You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  start_ms: 127300\n  end_ms: 128780\n- text: More attacks, more ability scores\n  start_ms: 128780\n  end_ms: 130280\n- text: Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  start_ms: 130280\n  end_ms: 132460\n- text: And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  start_ms: 132460\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 136800\n- text: Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  start_ms: 136800\n  end_ms: 138540\n- text: Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  start_ms: 138540\n  end_ms: 140720\n- text: Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  start_ms: 140720\n  end_ms: 142900\n- text: Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  start_ms: 142900\n  end_ms: 144360\n- text: I can make sure that you learn death\n  start_ms: 144360\n  end_ms: 145630\n- text: The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  start_ms: 145630\n  end_ms: 147730\n- text: I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  start_ms: 147730\n  end_ms: 149850\n- text: Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  start_ms: 149850\n  end_ms: 152080\n- text: Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  start_ms: 152080\n  end_ms: 154050\n- text: Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  start_ms: 154050\n  end_ms: 156290\n- text: Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  start_ms: 156290\n  end_ms: 158440\n- text: Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  start_ms: 158440\n  end_ms: 160550\n- text: If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  start_ms: 160550\n  end_ms: 163200\n- text: Original crashout with the axe out\n  start_ms: 163200\n  end_ms: 164790\n- text: Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  start_ms: 164790\n  end_ms: 167050\n- text: Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  start_ms: 167050\n  end_ms: 169150\n- text: Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n  start_ms: 169150\n  end_ms: 171410\n- text: Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  start_ms: 171410\n  end_ms: 173640\n- text: Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  start_ms: 173640\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 177060\n- text: To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  start_ms: 177060\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 184100\n- text: (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  start_ms: 184100\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 188670\n- text: Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  start_ms: 188670\n  end_ms: 190690\n- text: This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  start_ms: 190690\n  end_ms: 193170\n- text: Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  start_ms: 193170\n  end_ms: 194920\n- text: It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n  start_ms: 194920\n  end_ms: 197630\n- text: D&D, the Paladin\n  start_ms: 197630\n  end_ms: 198670\n- text: We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  start_ms: 198670\n  end_ms: 200860\n- text: I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  start_ms: 200860\n  end_ms: 203250\n- text: Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  start_ms: 203250\n  end_ms: 205070\n- text: You better make the right move, let's play god\n  start_ms: 205070\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 208170\n- text: Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  start_ms: 208170\n  end_ms: 210480\n- text: I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  start_ms: 210480\n  end_ms: 212460\n- text: Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  start_ms: 212460\n  end_ms: 214150\n- text: Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  start_ms: 214150\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 218440\n- text: Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  start_ms: 218440\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: '''Til the game ends, I''m started off'\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222090\n- text: Come on, let's work!\n  start_ms: 222090\n  end_ms: 223040\n- text: Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  start_ms: 223040\n  end_ms: 224800\n- text: Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  start_ms: 224800\n  end_ms: 227230\n- text: Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  start_ms: 227230\n  end_ms: 229190\n- text: Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  start_ms: 229190\n  end_ms: 231310\n- text: Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  start_ms: 231310\n  end_ms: 233270\n- text: I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  start_ms: 233270\n  end_ms: 235460\n- text: I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  start_ms: 235460\n  end_ms: 237560\n- text: For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  start_ms: 237560\n  end_ms: 240030\n- text: Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  start_ms: 240030\n  end_ms: 242050\n- text: Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  start_ms: 242050\n  end_ms: 244330\n- text: Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  start_ms: 244330\n  end_ms: 246530\n- text: I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n  start_ms: 246530\n  end_ms: 248540\n- text: (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  start_ms: 248540\n  end_ms: 250610\n- text: If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  start_ms: 250610\n  end_ms: 252910\n- text: Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  start_ms: 252910\n  end_ms: 254720\n- text: Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  start_ms: 254720\n  end_ms: 257230\n- text: What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  start_ms: 257230\n  end_ms: 258830\n- text: Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  start_ms: 258830\n  end_ms: 260990\n- text: What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  start_ms: 260990\n  end_ms: 263180\n- text: But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  start_ms: 263180\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Written in the constellations\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 268710\n- text: You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 268710\n  end_ms: 270030\n- text: The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  start_ms: 270030\n  end_ms: 272040\n- text: For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n  start_ms: 272040\n  end_ms: 274460\n- text: Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  start_ms: 274460\n  end_ms: 276790\n- text: A hunger for the art of death and life\n  start_ms: 276790\n  end_ms: 278990\n- text: Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  start_ms: 278990\n  end_ms: 280600\n- text: Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 280600\n  end_ms: 281390\n- text: Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 281390\n  end_ms: 283070\n- text: Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n  start_ms: 283070\n  end_ms: 285050\n- text: I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n  start_ms: 285050\n  end_ms: 287290\n- text: Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 287290\n  end_ms: 289300\n- text: Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n  start_ms: 289300\n  end_ms: 290430\n- text: It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n  start_ms: 290430\n  end_ms: 291410\n- text: Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n  start_ms: 291410\n  end_ms: 293570\n- text: Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n  start_ms: 293570\n  end_ms: 295900\n- text: Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n  start_ms: 295900\n  end_ms: 297780\n- text: They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n  start_ms: 297780\n  end_ms: 299300\n- text: World is my moshpit\n  start_ms: 299300\n  end_ms: 300350\n- text: Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  start_ms: 300350\n  end_ms: 302410\n- text: Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  start_ms: 302410\n  end_ms: 304520\n- text: You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  start_ms: 304520\n  end_ms: 306590\n- text: (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  start_ms: 306590\n  end_ms: 308920\n- text: Passion, light a room up like magic\n  start_ms: 308920\n  end_ms: 311020\n- text: Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  start_ms: 311020\n  end_ms: 313200\n- text: Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  start_ms: 313200\n  end_ms: 315230\n- text: It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  start_ms: 315230\n  end_ms: 317950\n- text: Things are always goin' my way\n  start_ms: 317950\n  end_ms: 320010\n- text: My buddy here will make your shit break\n  start_ms: 320010\n  end_ms: 322320\n- text: Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n  start_ms: 322320\n  end_ms: 325120\n- text: (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n  start_ms: 325120\n  end_ms: 327560\n- text: It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n  start_ms: 327560\n  end_ms: 329830\n- text: Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n  start_ms: 329830\n  end_ms: 331770\n- text: Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n  start_ms: 331770\n  end_ms: 333900\n- text: Come spar with the arcane artisan\n  start_ms: 333900\n  end_ms: 335890\n- text: With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n  start_ms: 335890\n  end_ms: 338050\n- text: I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n  start_ms: 338050\n  end_ms: 340280\n- text: My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n  start_ms: 340280\n  end_ms: 343100\n- text: Inventor with incantations\n  start_ms: 343100\n  end_ms: 344650\n- text: Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n  start_ms: 344650\n  end_ms: 346750\n- text: It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  start_ms: 346750\n  end_ms: 348840\n- text: A few loose screws for a few new patents\n  start_ms: 348840\n  end_ms: 350640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350640\nplain: |-\n  See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\n  Only got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\n  Big dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\n  Spit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\n  Devastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\n  Every spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\n  Better test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\n  Man need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\n  Act like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\n  I be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\n  Power words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\n  Blasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\n  Time stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\n  See them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\n  My god, transmutating gold until the price drops\n  Milestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\n  Not with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\n  Movin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\n  Couldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\n  Depart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\n  I blast through 'em all\n  And if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\n  Restore balance, a bastion of law\n  Tasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\n  Clear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\n  Get it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\n  My magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\n  They're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\n  What's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n  (Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\n  No rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\n  It's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\n  Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n  Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n  Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n  Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n  I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n  And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n  T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n  Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n  I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n  Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\n  This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n  No one did a check, so didn't clock\n  For that he was known for picking locks\n  Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n  The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n  No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n  Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n  Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n  Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n  Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n  Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n  The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n  Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\n  You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n  You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  There's no place that'll make you safe\n  Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  More attacks, more ability scores\n  Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  I can make sure that you learn death\n\n  The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  Original crashout with the axe out\n  Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\n  Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\n  D&D, the Paladin\n  We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  You better make the right move, let's play god\n  You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n  Come on, let's work!\n\n  Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n  (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  Written in the constellations\n  You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\n  Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  A hunger for the art of death and life\n  Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n  I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n  Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n  Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n  It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n  Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n  Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n  Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n  They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\n  World is my moshpit\n  Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  Passion, light a room up like magic\n  Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  Things are always goin' my way\n  My buddy here will make your shit break\n  Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n  (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n  It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n  Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n  Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n  Come spar with the arcane artisan\n  With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n  I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n  My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n  Inventor with incantations\n  Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n  It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  A few loose screws for a few new patents\n"},{"id":39390723,"name":"D&D Class Cypher (mit TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest! & Shao Dow)","trackName":"D&D Class Cypher (mit TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest! & Shao Dow)","artistName":"Rustage","albumName":"D&D Class Cypher","duration":358.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\nOnly got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\nBig dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\nSpit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\nDevastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\nEvery spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\nBetter test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\nMan need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\nAct like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\nI be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\nPower words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\nBlasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\nTime stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\nSee them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\nMy god, transmutating gold until the price drops\nMilestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\nNot with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\nMovin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\nCouldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\nDepart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\nI blast through 'em all\nAnd if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\nRestore balance, a bastion of law\nTasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\nClear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\nGet it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\nMy magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\nThey're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\nWhat's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n(Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\nNo rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\nIt's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\nLike Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\nSingle target, so I'm aimin' right\nTakin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\nOh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\nI got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\nAnd you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\nT-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\nBada-bing-boom right at your castle\nI'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\nPop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\nThis flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\nNo one did a check, so didn't clock\nFor that he was known for picking locks\nLike a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\nThe evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\nNo magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\nSlow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\nLight on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\nMurder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\nDon't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\nSlippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\nThe little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\nGot sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\nYou think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\nYou're in my range, I swing a blade\nThere's no place that'll make you safe\nThrow a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\nWhen I throw, you die, that's just a role\nYou'll hold within your grave, ah\nMore attacks, more ability scores\nCheck my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\nAnd murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\nI'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\nLevel eight with three feats, I got a third leg\nUse my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\nAction surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\nTook a multiclass in spellcastin'\nI can make sure that you learn death\n\nThe bar bearin' barbarian in your area\nI bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\nDawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\nBig club, he shall see if I get serious\nHard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\nBig stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\nSleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\nIf I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\nOriginal crashout with the axe out\nEverybody around get slashed out if I lash out\nBad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\nWatch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\nAyy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\nThen you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\nThat staff in your hand just can't compare\nTo what I'ma carry (The whole team)\nPut 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n(And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\nProbably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n(Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\nEvasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\nDrunken master swayin' from side to side\nThis flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\nYeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\nIt's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\nD&D, the Paladin\nWe could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\nI don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\nKickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\nYou better make the right move, let's play god\nYou think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\nSnake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\nI can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\nDraggin' up out a suit of kaiju\nChivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\nBuddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\nLife of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n'Til the game ends, I'm started off\nCome on, let's work!\n\nKnow your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\nWho else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\nHuh, okay, look at the path I paved\nYeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\nKnow the hands heal, but the hands kill\nI see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\nI stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\nFor goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\nDivine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\nLike stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\nHoly aura, the holy warrior, ayy\nI give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n(Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\nIf I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\nTch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\nShow some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\nWhat? (What?) Just call him the Druid\nWhether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\nWhat's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\nBut if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\nAnd when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\nWritten in the constellations\nYou ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\nThe most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\nFor certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\nHunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\nA hunger for the art of death and life\nWonder from afar, beware, I'm like\nThunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\nHear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nSummon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\nI keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\nSun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\nLeave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\nIt's the Winter Walker (Nah)\nWait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\nPlayers missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\nDrakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\nThey change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\nWorld is my moshpit\nStrapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\nSing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\nYou runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n(It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\nPassion, light a room up like magic\nPassin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\nNot by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\nIt's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\nThings are always goin' my way\nMy buddy here will make your shit break\nKindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n(Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\nIt's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\nWizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\nHear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\nCome spar with the arcane artisan\nWith the masterfully crafted masterplan\nI'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\nMy motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\nInventor with incantations\nJust one spell and a tin can's sapient\nIt's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\nA few loose screws for a few new patents","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.94] See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\n[00:11.16] Only got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\n[00:13.13] Big dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\n[00:15.12] Spit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\n[00:17.24] Devastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\n[00:19.11] Every spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\n[00:21.38] Better test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\n[00:23.32] Man need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\n[00:25.54] Act like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\n[00:27.74] I be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\n[00:29.88] Power words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\n[00:31.96] Blasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\n[00:34.20] Time stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\n[00:36.34] See them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\n[00:38.49] My god, transmutating gold until the price drops\n[00:40.68] Milestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n[00:42.49] Not with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\n[00:44.69] Movin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\n[00:46.70] Couldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\n[00:48.94] Depart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\n[00:50.98] I blast through 'em all\n[00:51.97] And if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\n[00:54.17] Restore balance, a bastion of law\n[00:55.61] Tasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\n[00:57.84] Clear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\n[00:59.92] Get it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\n[01:02.08] My magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\n[01:04.01] They're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\n[01:06.05] What's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n[01:08.28] (Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\n[01:10.33] No rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\n[01:12.49] It's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\n[01:14.56] Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n[01:16.87] Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n[01:18.21] Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n[01:20.38] Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n[01:22.67] I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n[01:24.69] And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n[01:26.51] T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n[01:28.61] Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n[01:30.22] I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n[01:31.70] Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n[01:34.16] This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n[01:36.42] No one did a check, so didn't clock\n[01:37.44] For that he was known for picking locks\n[01:38.85] Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n[01:40.80] The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n[01:42.91] No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n[01:44.85] Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n[01:47.00] Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n[01:49.15] Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n[01:51.32] Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n[01:53.67] Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n[01:55.71] The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n[01:57.84] Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n[01:59.83] You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n[02:01.33] You're in my range, I swing a blade\n[02:02.62] There's no place that'll make you safe\n[02:03.94] Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n[02:06.09] When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n[02:07.30] You'll hold within your grave, ah\n[02:08.78] More attacks, more ability scores\n[02:10.28] Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n[02:12.46] And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n[02:14.54] I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n[02:16.80] Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n[02:18.54] Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n[02:20.72] Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n[02:22.90] Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n[02:24.36] I can make sure that you learn death\n[02:25.63] The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n[02:27.73] I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n[02:29.85] Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n[02:32.08] Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n[02:34.05] Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n[02:36.29] Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n[02:38.44] Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n[02:40.55] If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n[02:43.20] Original crashout with the axe out\n[02:44.79] Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n[02:47.05] Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n[02:49.15] Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n[02:51.41] Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n[02:53.64] Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n[02:55.76] That staff in your hand just can't compare\n[02:57.06] To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n[02:58.45] Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n[03:00.00] (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n[03:02.06] Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n[03:04.10] (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n[03:06.39] Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n[03:08.67] Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n[03:10.69] This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n[03:13.17] Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n[03:14.92] It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n[03:17.63] D&D, the Paladin\n[03:18.67] We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n[03:20.86] I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n[03:23.25] Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n[03:25.07] You better make the right move, let's play god\n[03:26.52] You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n[03:28.17] Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n[03:30.48] I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n[03:32.46] Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n[03:34.15] Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n[03:36.24] Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n[03:38.44] Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n[03:40.60] 'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n[03:42.09] Come on, let's work!\n[03:43.04] Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n[03:44.80] Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n[03:47.23] Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n[03:49.19] Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n[03:51.31] Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n[03:53.27] I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n[03:55.46] I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n[03:57.56] For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n[04:00.03] Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n[04:02.05] Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n[04:04.33] Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n[04:06.53] I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n[04:08.54] (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n[04:10.61] If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n[04:12.91] Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n[04:14.72] Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n[04:17.23] What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n[04:18.83] Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n[04:20.99] What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n[04:23.18] But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n[04:25.17] And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n[04:27.75] Written in the constellations\n[04:28.71] You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n[04:30.03] The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n[04:32.04] For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n[04:34.46] Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n[04:36.79] A hunger for the art of death and life\n[04:38.99] Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n[04:40.60] Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n[04:41.39] Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[04:43.07] Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n[04:45.05] I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n[04:47.29] Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n[04:49.30] Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n[04:50.43] It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n[04:51.41] Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n[04:53.57] Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n[04:55.90] Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n[04:57.78] They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n[04:59.30] World is my moshpit\n[05:00.35] Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n[05:02.41] Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n[05:04.52] You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n[05:06.59] (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n[05:08.92] Passion, light a room up like magic\n[05:11.02] Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n[05:13.20] Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n[05:15.23] It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n[05:17.95] Things are always goin' my way\n[05:20.01] My buddy here will make your shit break\n[05:22.32] Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n[05:25.12] (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n[05:27.56] It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n[05:29.83] Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n[05:31.77] Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n[05:33.90] Come spar with the arcane artisan\n[05:35.89] With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n[05:38.05] I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n[05:40.28] My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n[05:43.10] Inventor with incantations\n[05:44.65] Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n[05:46.75] It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n[05:48.84] A few loose screws for a few new patents\n[05:50.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: D&D Class Cypher (mit TheManBeHisLa, Drip$tick, Connor Quest! 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Then come say it to my face\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 121330\n- text: You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  start_ms: 121330\n  end_ms: 122620\n- text: There's no place that'll make you safe\n  start_ms: 122620\n  end_ms: 123940\n- text: Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  start_ms: 123940\n  end_ms: 126090\n- text: When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  start_ms: 126090\n  end_ms: 127300\n- text: You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  start_ms: 127300\n  end_ms: 128780\n- text: More attacks, more ability scores\n  start_ms: 128780\n  end_ms: 130280\n- text: Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  start_ms: 130280\n  end_ms: 132460\n- text: And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  start_ms: 132460\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 136800\n- text: Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  start_ms: 136800\n  end_ms: 138540\n- text: Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  start_ms: 138540\n  end_ms: 140720\n- text: Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  start_ms: 140720\n  end_ms: 142900\n- text: Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  start_ms: 142900\n  end_ms: 144360\n- text: I can make sure that you learn death\n  start_ms: 144360\n  end_ms: 145630\n- text: The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  start_ms: 145630\n  end_ms: 147730\n- text: I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  start_ms: 147730\n  end_ms: 149850\n- text: Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  start_ms: 149850\n  end_ms: 152080\n- text: Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  start_ms: 152080\n  end_ms: 154050\n- text: Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  start_ms: 154050\n  end_ms: 156290\n- text: Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  start_ms: 156290\n  end_ms: 158440\n- text: Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  start_ms: 158440\n  end_ms: 160550\n- text: If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  start_ms: 160550\n  end_ms: 163200\n- text: Original crashout with the axe out\n  start_ms: 163200\n  end_ms: 164790\n- text: Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  start_ms: 164790\n  end_ms: 167050\n- text: Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  start_ms: 167050\n  end_ms: 169150\n- text: Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n  start_ms: 169150\n  end_ms: 171410\n- text: Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  start_ms: 171410\n  end_ms: 173640\n- text: Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  start_ms: 173640\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 177060\n- text: To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  start_ms: 177060\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 184100\n- text: (Wait, what did you just say?) 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I can smite too\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 208170\n- text: Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  start_ms: 208170\n  end_ms: 210480\n- text: I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  start_ms: 210480\n  end_ms: 212460\n- text: Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  start_ms: 212460\n  end_ms: 214150\n- text: Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  start_ms: 214150\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 218440\n- text: Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  start_ms: 218440\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: '''Til the game ends, I''m started off'\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222090\n- text: Come on, let's work!\n  start_ms: 222090\n  end_ms: 223040\n- text: Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  start_ms: 223040\n  end_ms: 224800\n- text: Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  start_ms: 224800\n  end_ms: 227230\n- text: Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  start_ms: 227230\n  end_ms: 229190\n- text: Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  start_ms: 229190\n  end_ms: 231310\n- text: Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  start_ms: 231310\n  end_ms: 233270\n- text: I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  start_ms: 233270\n  end_ms: 235460\n- text: I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  start_ms: 235460\n  end_ms: 237560\n- text: For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  start_ms: 237560\n  end_ms: 240030\n- text: Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  start_ms: 240030\n  end_ms: 242050\n- text: Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  start_ms: 242050\n  end_ms: 244330\n- text: Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  start_ms: 244330\n  end_ms: 246530\n- text: I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n  start_ms: 246530\n  end_ms: 248540\n- text: (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  start_ms: 248540\n  end_ms: 250610\n- text: If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  start_ms: 250610\n  end_ms: 252910\n- text: Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  start_ms: 252910\n  end_ms: 254720\n- text: Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  start_ms: 254720\n  end_ms: 257230\n- text: What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  start_ms: 257230\n  end_ms: 258830\n- text: Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  start_ms: 258830\n  end_ms: 260990\n- text: What's charisma? 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you shouldn't have sparred\n  Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n  Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n  Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n  Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n  I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n  And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n  T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n  Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n  I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n  Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\n  This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n  No one did a check, so didn't clock\n  For that he was known for picking locks\n  Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n  The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n  No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n  Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n  Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n  Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n  Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n  Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n  The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n  Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\n  You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n  You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  There's no place that'll make you safe\n  Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  More attacks, more ability scores\n  Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  I can make sure that you learn death\n\n  The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  Original crashout with the axe out\n  Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\n  Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\n  D&D, the Paladin\n  We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  You better make the right move, let's play god\n  You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n  Come on, let's work!\n\n  Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n  (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  Written in the constellations\n  You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\n  Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  A hunger for the art of death and life\n  Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n  I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n  Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n  Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n  It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n  Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n  Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n  Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n  They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\n  World is my moshpit\n  Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  Passion, light a room up like magic\n  Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  Things are always goin' my way\n  My buddy here will make your shit break\n  Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n  (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n  It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n  Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n  Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n  Come spar with the arcane artisan\n  With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n  I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n  My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n  Inventor with incantations\n  Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n  It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  A few loose screws for a few new patents\n"},{"id":29796626,"name":"D&D Class Cypher (feat. 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Dream visions, he wakin' at night\nI got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\nAnd you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\nT-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\nBada-bing-boom right at your castle\nI'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\nPop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\nThis flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\nNo one did a check, so didn't clock\nFor that he was known for picking locks\nLike a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\nThe evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\nNo magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\nSlow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\nLight on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\nMurder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\nDon't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\nSlippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\nThe little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\nGot sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\nYou think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\nYou're in my range, I swing a blade\nThere's no place that'll make you safe\nThrow a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\nWhen I throw, you die, that's just a role\nYou'll hold within your grave, ah\nMore attacks, more ability scores\nCheck my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\nAnd murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\nI'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\nLevel eight with three feats, I got a third leg\nUse my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\nAction surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\nTook a multiclass in spellcastin'\nI can make sure that you learn death\n\nThe bar bearin' barbarian in your area\nI bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\nDawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\nBig club, he shall see if I get serious\nHard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\nBig stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\nSleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\nIf I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\nOriginal crashout with the axe out\nEverybody around get slashed out if I lash out\nBad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\nWatch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\nAyy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\nThen you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\nThat staff in your hand just can't compare\nTo what I'ma carry (The whole team)\nPut 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n(And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\nProbably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n(Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\nEvasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\nDrunken master swayin' from side to side\nThis flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\nYeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\nIt's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\nD&D, the Paladin\nWe could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\nI don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\nKickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\nYou better make the right move, let's play god\nYou think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\nSnake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\nI can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\nDraggin' up out a suit of kaiju\nChivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\nBuddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\nLife of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n'Til the game ends, I'm started off\nCome on, let's work!\n\nKnow your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\nWho else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\nHuh, okay, look at the path I paved\nYeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\nKnow the hands heal, but the hands kill\nI see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\nI stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\nFor goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\nDivine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\nLike stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\nHoly aura, the holy warrior, ayy\nI give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n(Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\nIf I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\nTch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\nShow some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\nWhat? (What?) Just call him the Druid\nWhether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\nWhat's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\nBut if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\nAnd when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\nWritten in the constellations\nYou ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\nThe most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\nFor certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\nHunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\nA hunger for the art of death and life\nWonder from afar, beware, I'm like\nThunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\nHear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nSummon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\nI keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\nSun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\nLeave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\nIt's the Winter Walker (Nah)\nWait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\nPlayers missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\nDrakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\nThey change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\nWorld is my moshpit\nStrapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\nSing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\nYou runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n(It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\nPassion, light a room up like magic\nPassin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\nNot by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\nIt's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\nThings are always goin' my way\nMy buddy here will make your shit break\nKindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n(Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\nIt's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\nWizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\nHear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\nCome spar with the arcane artisan\nWith the masterfully crafted masterplan\nI'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\nMy motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\nInventor with incantations\nJust one spell and a tin can's sapient\nIt's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\nA few loose screws for a few new patents","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.94] See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\n[00:11.16] Only got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\n[00:13.13] Big dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\n[00:15.12] Spit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\n[00:17.24] Devastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\n[00:19.11] Every spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\n[00:21.38] Better test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\n[00:23.32] Man need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\n[00:25.54] Act like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\n[00:27.74] I be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\n[00:29.88] Power words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\n[00:31.96] Blasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\n[00:34.20] Time stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\n[00:36.34] See them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\n[00:38.49] My god, transmutating gold until the price drops\n[00:40.68] Milestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n[00:42.49] Not with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\n[00:44.69] Movin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\n[00:46.70] Couldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\n[00:48.94] Depart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\n[00:50.98] I blast through 'em all\n[00:51.97] And if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\n[00:54.17] Restore balance, a bastion of law\n[00:55.61] Tasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\n[00:57.84] Clear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\n[00:59.92] Get it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\n[01:02.08] My magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\n[01:04.01] They're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\n[01:06.05] What's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n[01:08.28] (Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\n[01:10.33] No rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\n[01:12.49] It's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\n[01:14.56] Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n[01:16.87] Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n[01:18.21] Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n[01:20.38] Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n[01:22.67] I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n[01:24.69] And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n[01:26.51] T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n[01:28.61] Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n[01:30.22] I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n[01:31.70] Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n[01:34.16] This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n[01:36.42] No one did a check, so didn't clock\n[01:37.44] For that he was known for picking locks\n[01:38.85] Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n[01:40.80] The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n[01:42.91] No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n[01:44.85] Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n[01:47.00] Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n[01:49.15] Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n[01:51.32] Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n[01:53.67] Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n[01:55.71] The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n[01:57.84] Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n[01:59.83] You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n[02:01.33] You're in my range, I swing a blade\n[02:02.62] There's no place that'll make you safe\n[02:03.94] Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n[02:06.09] When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n[02:07.30] You'll hold within your grave, ah\n[02:08.78] More attacks, more ability scores\n[02:10.28] Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n[02:12.46] And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n[02:14.54] I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n[02:16.80] Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n[02:18.54] Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n[02:20.72] Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n[02:22.90] Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n[02:24.36] I can make sure that you learn death\n[02:25.63] The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n[02:27.73] I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n[02:29.85] Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n[02:32.08] Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n[02:34.05] Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n[02:36.29] Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n[02:38.44] Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n[02:40.55] If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n[02:43.20] Original crashout with the axe out\n[02:44.79] Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n[02:47.05] Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n[02:49.15] Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n[02:51.41] Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n[02:53.64] Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n[02:55.76] That staff in your hand just can't compare\n[02:57.06] To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n[02:58.45] Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n[03:00.00] (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n[03:02.06] Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n[03:04.10] (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n[03:06.39] Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n[03:08.67] Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n[03:10.69] This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n[03:13.17] Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n[03:14.92] It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n[03:17.63] D&D, the Paladin\n[03:18.67] We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n[03:20.86] I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n[03:23.25] Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n[03:25.07] You better make the right move, let's play god\n[03:26.52] You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n[03:28.17] Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n[03:30.48] I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n[03:32.46] Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n[03:34.15] Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n[03:36.24] Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n[03:38.44] Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n[03:40.60] 'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n[03:42.09] Come on, let's work!\n[03:43.04] Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n[03:44.80] Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n[03:47.23] Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n[03:49.19] Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n[03:51.31] Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n[03:53.27] I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n[03:55.46] I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n[03:57.56] For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n[04:00.03] Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n[04:02.05] Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n[04:04.33] Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n[04:06.53] I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n[04:08.54] (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n[04:10.61] If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n[04:12.91] Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n[04:14.72] Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n[04:17.23] What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n[04:18.83] Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n[04:20.99] What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n[04:23.18] But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n[04:25.17] And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n[04:27.75] Written in the constellations\n[04:28.71] You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n[04:30.03] The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n[04:32.04] For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n[04:34.46] Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n[04:36.79] A hunger for the art of death and life\n[04:38.99] Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n[04:40.60] Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n[04:41.39] Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[04:43.07] Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n[04:45.05] I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n[04:47.29] Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n[04:49.30] Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n[04:50.43] It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n[04:51.41] Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n[04:53.57] Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n[04:55.90] Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n[04:57.78] They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n[04:59.30] World is my moshpit\n[05:00.35] Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n[05:02.41] Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n[05:04.52] You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n[05:06.59] (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n[05:08.92] Passion, light a room up like magic\n[05:11.02] Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n[05:13.20] Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n[05:15.23] It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n[05:17.95] Things are always goin' my way\n[05:20.01] My buddy here will make your shit break\n[05:22.32] Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n[05:25.12] (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n[05:27.56] It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n[05:29.83] Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n[05:31.77] Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n[05:33.90] Come spar with the arcane artisan\n[05:35.89] With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n[05:38.05] I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n[05:40.28] My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n[05:43.10] Inventor with incantations\n[05:44.65] Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n[05:46.75] It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n[05:48.84] A few loose screws for a few new patents\n[05:50.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: D&D Class Cypher (feat. 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Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n  start_ms: 80380\n  end_ms: 82670\n- text: I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n  start_ms: 82670\n  end_ms: 84690\n- text: And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n  start_ms: 84690\n  end_ms: 86510\n- text: T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n  start_ms: 86510\n  end_ms: 88610\n- text: Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n  start_ms: 88610\n  end_ms: 90220\n- text: I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n  start_ms: 90220\n  end_ms: 91700\n- text: Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n  start_ms: 91700\n  end_ms: 94160\n- text: This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n  start_ms: 94160\n  end_ms: 96420\n- text: No one did a check, so didn't clock\n  start_ms: 96420\n  end_ms: 97440\n- text: For that he was known for picking locks\n  start_ms: 97440\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: 'Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit'\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 100800\n- text: The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n  start_ms: 100800\n  end_ms: 102910\n- text: No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n  start_ms: 102910\n  end_ms: 104850\n- text: Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n  start_ms: 104850\n  end_ms: 107000\n- text: Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n  start_ms: 107000\n  end_ms: 109150\n- text: Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n  start_ms: 109150\n  end_ms: 111320\n- text: Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n  start_ms: 111320\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 115710\n- text: The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n  start_ms: 115710\n  end_ms: 117840\n- text: Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n  start_ms: 117840\n  end_ms: 119830\n- text: You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 121330\n- text: You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  start_ms: 121330\n  end_ms: 122620\n- text: There's no place that'll make you safe\n  start_ms: 122620\n  end_ms: 123940\n- text: Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  start_ms: 123940\n  end_ms: 126090\n- text: When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  start_ms: 126090\n  end_ms: 127300\n- text: You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  start_ms: 127300\n  end_ms: 128780\n- text: More attacks, more ability scores\n  start_ms: 128780\n  end_ms: 130280\n- text: Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  start_ms: 130280\n  end_ms: 132460\n- text: And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  start_ms: 132460\n  end_ms: 134540\n- text: I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  start_ms: 134540\n  end_ms: 136800\n- text: Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  start_ms: 136800\n  end_ms: 138540\n- text: Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  start_ms: 138540\n  end_ms: 140720\n- text: Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  start_ms: 140720\n  end_ms: 142900\n- text: Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  start_ms: 142900\n  end_ms: 144360\n- text: I can make sure that you learn death\n  start_ms: 144360\n  end_ms: 145630\n- text: The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  start_ms: 145630\n  end_ms: 147730\n- text: I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  start_ms: 147730\n  end_ms: 149850\n- text: Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  start_ms: 149850\n  end_ms: 152080\n- text: Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  start_ms: 152080\n  end_ms: 154050\n- text: Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  start_ms: 154050\n  end_ms: 156290\n- text: Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  start_ms: 156290\n  end_ms: 158440\n- text: Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  start_ms: 158440\n  end_ms: 160550\n- text: If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  start_ms: 160550\n  end_ms: 163200\n- text: Original crashout with the axe out\n  start_ms: 163200\n  end_ms: 164790\n- text: Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  start_ms: 164790\n  end_ms: 167050\n- text: Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  start_ms: 167050\n  end_ms: 169150\n- text: Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n  start_ms: 169150\n  end_ms: 171410\n- text: Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  start_ms: 171410\n  end_ms: 173640\n- text: Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  start_ms: 173640\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 177060\n- text: To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  start_ms: 177060\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 182060\n- text: Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  start_ms: 182060\n  end_ms: 184100\n- text: (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  start_ms: 184100\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 188670\n- text: Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  start_ms: 188670\n  end_ms: 190690\n- text: This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  start_ms: 190690\n  end_ms: 193170\n- text: Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  start_ms: 193170\n  end_ms: 194920\n- text: It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n  start_ms: 194920\n  end_ms: 197630\n- text: D&D, the Paladin\n  start_ms: 197630\n  end_ms: 198670\n- text: We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  start_ms: 198670\n  end_ms: 200860\n- text: I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  start_ms: 200860\n  end_ms: 203250\n- text: Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  start_ms: 203250\n  end_ms: 205070\n- text: You better make the right move, let's play god\n  start_ms: 205070\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 208170\n- text: Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  start_ms: 208170\n  end_ms: 210480\n- text: I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  start_ms: 210480\n  end_ms: 212460\n- text: Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  start_ms: 212460\n  end_ms: 214150\n- text: Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  start_ms: 214150\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 218440\n- text: Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  start_ms: 218440\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: '''Til the game ends, I''m started off'\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222090\n- text: Come on, let's work!\n  start_ms: 222090\n  end_ms: 223040\n- text: Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  start_ms: 223040\n  end_ms: 224800\n- text: Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  start_ms: 224800\n  end_ms: 227230\n- text: Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  start_ms: 227230\n  end_ms: 229190\n- text: Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  start_ms: 229190\n  end_ms: 231310\n- text: Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  start_ms: 231310\n  end_ms: 233270\n- text: I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  start_ms: 233270\n  end_ms: 235460\n- text: I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  start_ms: 235460\n  end_ms: 237560\n- text: For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  start_ms: 237560\n  end_ms: 240030\n- text: Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  start_ms: 240030\n  end_ms: 242050\n- text: Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  start_ms: 242050\n  end_ms: 244330\n- text: Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  start_ms: 244330\n  end_ms: 246530\n- text: I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n  start_ms: 246530\n  end_ms: 248540\n- text: (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  start_ms: 248540\n  end_ms: 250610\n- text: If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  start_ms: 250610\n  end_ms: 252910\n- text: Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  start_ms: 252910\n  end_ms: 254720\n- text: Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  start_ms: 254720\n  end_ms: 257230\n- text: What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  start_ms: 257230\n  end_ms: 258830\n- text: Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  start_ms: 258830\n  end_ms: 260990\n- text: What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  start_ms: 260990\n  end_ms: 263180\n- text: But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  start_ms: 263180\n  end_ms: 265170\n- text: And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  start_ms: 265170\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Written in the constellations\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 268710\n- text: You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 268710\n  end_ms: 270030\n- text: The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  start_ms: 270030\n  end_ms: 272040\n- text: For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n  start_ms: 272040\n  end_ms: 274460\n- text: Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  start_ms: 274460\n  end_ms: 276790\n- text: A hunger for the art of death and life\n  start_ms: 276790\n  end_ms: 278990\n- text: Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  start_ms: 278990\n  end_ms: 280600\n- text: Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 280600\n  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fiction\n  start_ms: 297780\n  end_ms: 299300\n- text: World is my moshpit\n  start_ms: 299300\n  end_ms: 300350\n- text: Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  start_ms: 300350\n  end_ms: 302410\n- text: Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  start_ms: 302410\n  end_ms: 304520\n- text: You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  start_ms: 304520\n  end_ms: 306590\n- text: (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  start_ms: 306590\n  end_ms: 308920\n- text: Passion, light a room up like magic\n  start_ms: 308920\n  end_ms: 311020\n- text: Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  start_ms: 311020\n  end_ms: 313200\n- text: Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  start_ms: 313200\n  end_ms: 315230\n- text: It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  start_ms: 315230\n  end_ms: 317950\n- text: Things are always goin' my way\n  start_ms: 317950\n  end_ms: 320010\n- text: My buddy here will make your shit break\n  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text: It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  start_ms: 346750\n  end_ms: 348840\n- text: A few loose screws for a few new patents\n  start_ms: 348840\n  end_ms: 350640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350640\nplain: |-\n  See it in my spells, in my magic (Magic)\n  Only got the crown if it's madness (Madness)\n  Big dice, yeah, we doing big damage (Yeah, ayy)\n  Spit ice while they only spit cantrips (Yeah, yeah, ayy)\n  Devastation, they set aflame, call it evocation\n  Every spell I'm making intelligent mods, that's education\n  Better test my patience, I'm sendin' storms, check the weather station\n  Man need restoration, they're beggin' me 'til I end duration\n  Act like magic missile, I'm never missing a target\n  I be splittin' fissures, and always roll with advantage\n  Power words I'm spittin', and they be dearly departed\n  Blasted, sun 'em, so I light 'em in the darkness\n  Time stop, they be failin' checks until their mind's gone\n  See them pointing fingers but my fingers turn their lights off\n  My god, transmutating gold until the price drops\n  Milestones I'm hittin', you're not on the level I'm on\n\n  Not with the wizards or bards, perusin' departs by books\n  Movin' mana through my charm, aura farmin' and looks\n  Couldn't chart up every heart that I took, it's an art, really\n  Depart villains, lighting a spark to the darkness afoot\n  I blast through 'em all\n  And if the pack's ever attacking with disadvantage\n  Restore balance, a bastion of law\n  Tasked with the strongest class to pick, it's in my opinion\n  Clear as glass if you're to ask who's the best of 'em all\n  Get it right, a left-handed child's compelled to fight\n  My magic's the meta like brawl meta or a Mega Knight\n  They're dead on sight if the god of hope is catching the fade\n  What's malevolent to the strongest sorcerers of today?\n\n  (Woah) Who said my magic wouldn't go hard?\n  No rookie on par, hit 'em while I'm stood from afar\n  It's Warlock, I'm locked in, you shouldn't have sparred\n  Like Pokémon, I get the pack, then we pullin' his card\n  Single target, so I'm aimin' right\n  Takin' his life off a dice-roll, playin' precise\n  Oh, he dissin'? Dream visions, he wakin' at night\n  I got a patron on me, but who is payin' the price?\n  And you know my fiends might pop-up, catch you\n  T-Bell, how these beam's 'boutta Baja Blast you\n  Bada-bing-boom right at your castle\n  I'm elite, tryna stop me's a hassle\n  Pop a heal before I'm bombin' the battle! (Drip) Okay!\n\n  This flow was written while serving time in a gnomish prison\n  No one did a check, so didn't clock\n  For that he was known for picking locks\n  Like a ghost: He disappeared, but not before the throats were slit\n  The evidence disposed and hidden, left and done with no suspicion\n  No magician, but my sleight of hand can earn me diamonds\n  Slow incision, curve the knife in, so efficient, perfect timing\n  Light on his feet, so obviously on a verse, he's gliding\n  Murder on the mind or in the mines, whatever works at the time\n  Don't keep your purse in my sight, might find it curiously light\n  Slippin' into the shadows, I'm just a blur in your eyes\n  The little bump and slight sound you barely heard in the night\n  Got sharp wits, and an even sharper dirge at my side\n\n  You think I'm basic? Then come say it to my face\n  You're in my range, I swing a blade\n  There's no place that'll make you safe\n  Throw a mace, a bow, a dagger, or just catch 'em with the fade\n  When I throw, you die, that's just a role\n  You'll hold within your grave, ah\n  More attacks, more ability scores\n  Check my strength, I stacked the dex so my agility's pure\n  And murder hobo's just a mode I've got affinity for\n  I'm on a mission, so I crit 'em then I hit 'em some more\n  Level eight with three feats, I got a third leg\n  Use my second wind, I'm hard-boiled more than a burned egg\n  Action surge, a list to hurt until my turn ends\n  Took a multiclass in spellcastin'\n  I can make sure that you learn death\n\n  The bar bearin' barbarian in your area\n  I bury, he would think you can bare it? Then start wearin' him\n  Dawg'll get kicked with an arsenal, got a myriad\n  Big club, he shall see if I get serious\n  Hard body, I'm bulletproof, armor is Teflon\n  Big stepper, I level up and y'all gettin' stepped on\n  Sleepin' on me, and the ground is what he get slept on\n  If I step up, then it's game over, DEFCON\n  Original crashout with the axe out\n  Everybody around get slashed out if I lash out\n  Bad bout for anyone thinkin' they want a clash route\n  Watch how the weak end, I'm lettin' class out!\n\n  Ayy (Ayy), if you ain't talk about no monetary (Huh?)\n  Then you can go and get the fuck up out the monastery (Get out)\n  That staff in your hand just can't compare\n  To what I'ma carry (The whole team)\n  Put 'em on my back like a dromedary (Yes sir)\n  (And you can find me) Playin' solitaire, I'm a solitary\n  Probably ballin' harder than Halle Berry in Gotham, hear me?\n  (Wait, what did you just say?) Stunnin' strike, cut off his commentary\n  Evasive maneuver, how I'm movin', lookin' involuntarily (Yes)\n  Drunken master swayin' from side to side\n  This flurry of blows hittin' him right between his silent eyes\n  Yeah, fresh out the temple with my foot up on his temple\n  It's a jungle out there, the Monk's essential\n\n  D&D, the Paladin\n  We could play a game of horse, I can send you travelin'\n  I don't give a damn 'bout what you master, I'm the jack of all trades\n  Kickin' class to them, I question yo establishment\n  You better make the right move, let's play god\n  You think you run the world, boy? I can smite too\n  Snake eyes, you squares been out of luck, don't roll the dice, dude\n  I can map out ya birthright with these knight shoes\n  Draggin' up out a suit of kaiju\n  Chivalry is dead, we ain't civil, this the martial law\n  Buddy think he phase, he look crazy talkin' to a wall\n  Life of the party, you gon' feel it when I'm carted off\n  'Til the game ends, I'm started off\n  Come on, let's work!\n\n  Know your roll, what's gettin' cast today?\n  Who else you know could pray at mass then makes the masses prey?\n  Huh, okay, look at the path I paved\n  Yeah, I could assist, but I'm makin' 'em pass away\n  Know the hands heal, but the hands kill\n  I see you still stand, but can you withstand steel?\n  I stood in place, they took the bait 'cause the man skilled\n  For goodness' sake, this crystal lake get your camp killed (Hey)\n  Divine buff like Greek gods, could freeze time\n  Like stopwatch, just stop, watch, and peep my\n  Holy aura, the holy warrior, ayy\n  I give euphoria and destroy at the same time\n\n  (Yeah) New form for the switch-up (What?)\n  If I bear arms, bet they can't throw their fists up\n  Tch, big dog think they did somethin' (What?)\n  Show some respect, make 'em bao like they dim sum (Woo)\n  What? (What?) Just call him the Druid\n  Whether sea, air, or land, there ain't a form I ain't fluent (Rah)\n  What's charisma? Don't fuck with all the talkin', just do it\n  But if you need a little wisdom, I come walkin' you through it\n  And when I see a foe, weal or woe, starry form, a seed to sow\n  Written in the constellations\n  You ain't got a bleedin' hope (Yeah, yeah)\n  The most versatile class, and it ain't even close (Nah)\n  For certain first, step in my circle, he decompose (Okay)\n\n  Hunter on her mark, keep 'em in sight\n  A hunger for the art of death and life\n  Wonder from afar, beware, I'm like\n  Thunder when I'm armed (Yeah, yeah)\n  Hear them quiver when my arrows strike (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Summon life, but I'm bearin' the title watcher\n  I keep my monsters to fight the lands so men can prosper (What?)\n  Sun or ice, I lie in wait for the gloom like stalkers (Yeah)\n  Leave them slaughtered, their bodies cold\n  It's the Winter Walker (Nah)\n  Wait and listen, y'all talkin' like you could make the distance (Haha)\n  Players missin', they crossin' off from this class decision\n  Drakes for minions, but optin' out 'cause the stat's a gimmick\n  They change the system, but glossin' over iconic fiction\n\n  World is my moshpit\n  Strapped with the lute, bitch, you better use caution\n  Sing 'em to a rest, get 'em pumped to keep walkin'\n  You runnin' outta options, let me get talkin'\n  (It's okay, guys, I got this) Lights, camera, action!\n  Passion, light a room up like magic\n  Passin' looks, but we makin' shit happen\n  Not by the book, yeah, the crowd lookin' shook\n  It's okay, I'll just hit 'em wit' a hook like, hey\n  Things are always goin' my way\n  My buddy here will make your shit break\n  Kindly get up outta my face, does a 13 land?\n\n  (Not even close) Pass that spanner, grease the spools\n  It's PC hammer, I'll check the toolkits\n  Wizarding, tinkering, gears and springs\n  Hear the magic in the movements, fizzling!\n  Come spar with the arcane artisan\n  With the masterfully crafted masterplan\n  I'm the seminal, alchemical miracle\n  My motion's perpetual, potions and sentinels\n  Inventor with incantations\n  Just one spell and a tin can's sapient\n  It's the tools of the trade for the dude who's tradin'\n  A few loose screws for a few new patents\n"}]