[{"id":12060549,"name":"FEED","trackName":"FEED","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"FEED","duration":164.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Feed, feed\nFeed, watch 'em bleed\nFeed, feed\nFeed, all I need\nI'm so hungry you don't want to hear this stomach growl\nGrind so strongly true ya gonna fear this one is wild\nGonna pray that I stop\nWhen the known threat show\nAll the ways that I lock\nAnd I won't let goTo Hell you go\nWhen I come at you I yell Cujo\n'Cause I rip you the fuck apart like the mail you o-pen\nWith a nail you grow\nYou try to bail too slow\nI chop 'em up and package 'em then I sell mucho\nThey tried to get away and fell through so\nIf you smell zoo though I'm comin' to quell you bro\nWhen I make a person my dinner like I'm El Cuco\nI eat 'em like insalata, I lead 'em right into Allah\nI bleed 'em once I meet 'em, run ta freedom or into lava\nWhen the shotta holla jotter hotter Guatemala\nI'm T'Challa father\nNot a maga, the Baba Yaga\nSaliva dripping\nEyes are picking the idiots\nThat standing by the kitchen I try to quicken\nRigor motis, the nigga ordered to die,\nYou gettin' Knives are stickin', N9na kill 'em with my precision\nI'ma feeder for anything moving, the N9na looking\nI'ma eat, drink, and be merry\nEater for any king, a ruler I know he shook enough\nAnd we thinking he scary\n'Bout to stick 'em and rip up this style coat\nA wild cobra,\nDead another without Knives are closer\nThe way you knowing your life and your route's over\nThe foul soldier shape shift into MalebolgiaFeed, feed\nFeed, watch 'em bleed\nFeed, feed\nFeed, all I need\nI've become my fear\nMy cross I bear and don't care to clarify\nI scare you more than any goon would ever dare try\nTell your baby, nobody catch a diverted plot\nStirred crazy apply the pressure and stir the pot\nNever faze me, why would I let you, you're a bot\nYou see they doubt you, don't need a stretcher, they need a mop\nTheir slit is gushing, the killer crushing, get rid of fussing\nShit are flushing, the blood spilled and the liquor was in\nGrip to touch it, was givin' up the Bourbon gluten\nI'ma hit the button, you triggered something that lit the oven\nHidden figure big enough to reconsider rushing\nBut I get to bussing and you get word of a big eruption\nThen to hushing, the jig is up and the lip is tucking\nGive you the way that's never fit in, I couldn't adjusting\nOn a psycho-path\nGet to screwing up everything like a carpenter\nI be scared of myself that ask\nEven roomer a minute I am a card dealer\nPray to God that I never worship a golden Cath' nigga\nBut the demons I battle be kinda getting to me\nShuddering at the shutter that's in a photograph\nPixelated the bigger picture was looking to me\nBut I keep snapping\nSpur of the moment cinematic I been erratic\nWhat you seen happen\nInto lifefully chaotic, we men of havoc\nI'm like David Chappelle with the crack sprinkling\nNever sleeping like I'm resisting a rest, nigga\nThought I'm failing, compelling 'em oughta think again\nI'm too determined, I'm turning, I'm twisting necks, nigga\nFeed, feed\nFeed, watch 'em bleed\nFeed, feed\nFeed, all I need","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: FEED\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: FEED\n  duration_ms: 164000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Feed, feed\n  Feed, watch 'em bleed\n  Feed, feed\n  Feed, all I need\n  I'm so hungry you don't want to hear this stomach growl\n  Grind so strongly true ya gonna fear this one is wild\n  Gonna pray that I stop\n  When the known threat show\n  All the ways that I lock\n  And I won't let goTo Hell you go\n  When I come at you I yell Cujo\n  'Cause I rip you the fuck apart like the mail you o-pen\n  With a nail you grow\n  You try to bail too slow\n  I chop 'em up and package 'em then I sell mucho\n  They tried to get away and fell through so\n  If you smell zoo though I'm comin' to quell you bro\n  When I make a person my dinner like I'm El Cuco\n  I eat 'em like insalata, I lead 'em right into Allah\n  I bleed 'em once I meet 'em, run ta freedom or into lava\n  When the shotta holla jotter hotter Guatemala\n  I'm T'Challa father\n  Not a maga, the Baba Yaga\n  Saliva dripping\n  Eyes are picking the idiots\n  That standing by the kitchen I try to quicken\n  Rigor motis, the nigga ordered to die,\n  You gettin' Knives are stickin', N9na kill 'em with my precision\n  I'ma feeder for anything moving, the N9na looking\n  I'ma eat, drink, and be merry\n  Eater for any king, a ruler I know he shook enough\n  And we thinking he scary\n  'Bout to stick 'em and rip up this style coat\n  A wild cobra,\n  Dead another without Knives are closer\n  The way you knowing your life and your route's over\n  The foul soldier shape shift into MalebolgiaFeed, feed\n  Feed, watch 'em bleed\n  Feed, feed\n  Feed, all I need\n  I've become my fear\n  My cross I bear and don't care to clarify\n  I scare you more than any goon would ever dare try\n  Tell your baby, nobody catch a diverted plot\n  Stirred crazy apply the pressure and stir the pot\n  Never faze me, why would I let you, you're a bot\n  You see they doubt you, don't need a stretcher, they need a mop\n  Their slit is gushing, the killer crushing, get rid of fussing\n  Shit are flushing, the blood spilled and the liquor was in\n  Grip to touch it, was givin' up the Bourbon gluten\n  I'ma hit the button, you triggered something that lit the oven\n  Hidden figure big enough to reconsider rushing\n  But I get to bussing and you get word of a big eruption\n  Then to hushing, the jig is up and the lip is tucking\n  Give you the way that's never fit in, I couldn't adjusting\n  On a psycho-path\n  Get to screwing up everything like a carpenter\n  I be scared of myself that ask\n  Even roomer a minute I am a card dealer\n  Pray to God that I never worship a golden Cath' nigga\n  But the demons I battle be kinda getting to me\n  Shuddering at the shutter that's in a photograph\n  Pixelated the bigger picture was looking to me\n  But I keep snapping\n  Spur of the moment cinematic I been erratic\n  What you seen happen\n  Into lifefully chaotic, we men of havoc\n  I'm like David Chappelle with the crack sprinkling\n  Never sleeping like I'm resisting a rest, nigga\n  Thought I'm failing, compelling 'em oughta think again\n  I'm too determined, I'm turning, I'm twisting necks, nigga\n  Feed, feed\n  Feed, watch 'em bleed\n  Feed, feed\n  Feed, all I need\n"},{"id":13698286,"name":"FEED","trackName":"FEED","artistName":"Tech N9ne, JL","albumName":"FEED","duration":164.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Feed, feed\nFeed, watch 'em bleed\nFeed, feed\nFeed, all I need\nI'm so hungry you don't want to hear this stomach growl\nGrind so strongly true ya gonna fear this one is wild\nGonna pray that I stop\nWhen the known threat show\nAll the ways that I lock\nAnd I won't let goTo Hell you go\nWhen I come at you I yell Cujo\n'Cause I rip you the fuck apart like the mail you o-pen\nWith a nail you grow\nYou try to bail too slow\nI chop 'em up and package 'em then I sell mucho\nThey tried to get away and fell through so\nIf you smell zoo though I'm comin' to quell you bro\nWhen I make a person my dinner like I'm El Cuco\nI eat 'em like insalata, I lead 'em right into Allah\nI bleed 'em once I meet 'em, run ta freedom or into lava\nWhen the shotta holla jotter hotter Guatemala\nI'm T'Challa father\nNot a maga, the Baba Yaga\nSaliva dripping\nEyes are picking the idiots\nThat standing by the kitchen I try to quicken\nRigor motis, the nigga ordered to die,\nYou gettin' Knives are stickin', N9na kill 'em with my precision\nI'ma feeder for anything moving, the N9na looking\nI'ma eat, drink, and be merry\nEater for any king, a ruler I know he shook enough\nAnd we thinking he scary\n'Bout to stick 'em and rip up this style coat\nA wild cobra,\nDead another without Knives are closer\nThe way you knowing your life and your route's over\nThe foul soldier shape shift into MalebolgiaFeed, feed\nFeed, watch 'em bleed\nFeed, feed\nFeed, all I need\nI've become my fear\nMy cross I bear and don't care to clarify\nI scare you more than any goon would ever dare try\nTell your baby, nobody catch a diverted plot\nStirred crazy apply the pressure and stir the pot\nNever faze me, why would I let you, you're a bot\nYou see they doubt you, don't need a stretcher, they need a mop\nTheir slit is gushing, the killer crushing, get rid of fussing\nShit are flushing, the blood spilled and the liquor was in\nGrip to touch it, was givin' up the Bourbon gluten\nI'ma hit the button, you triggered something that lit the oven\nHidden figure big enough to reconsider rushing\nBut I get to bussing and you get word of a big eruption\nThen to hushing, the jig is up and the lip is tucking\nGive you the way that's never fit in, I couldn't adjusting\nOn a psycho-path\nGet to screwing up everything like a carpenter\nI be scared of myself that ask\nEven roomer a minute I am a card dealer\nPray to God that I never worship a golden Cath' nigga\nBut the demons I battle be kinda getting to me\nShuddering at the shutter that's in a photograph\nPixelated the bigger picture was looking to me\nBut I keep snapping\nSpur of the moment cinematic I been erratic\nWhat you seen happen\nInto lifefully chaotic, we men of havoc\nI'm like David Chappelle with the crack sprinkling\nNever sleeping like I'm resisting a rest, nigga\nThought I'm failing, compelling 'em oughta think again\nI'm too determined, I'm turning, I'm twisting necks, nigga\nFeed, feed\nFeed, watch 'em bleed\nFeed, feed\nFeed, all I need","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: FEED\n  artist: Tech N9ne, JL\n  album: FEED\n  duration_ms: 164000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Feed, feed\n  Feed, watch 'em bleed\n  Feed, feed\n  Feed, all I need\n  I'm so hungry you don't want to hear this stomach growl\n  Grind so strongly true ya gonna fear this one is wild\n  Gonna pray that I stop\n  When the known threat show\n  All the ways that I lock\n  And I won't let goTo Hell you go\n  When I come at you I yell Cujo\n  'Cause I rip you the fuck apart like the mail you o-pen\n  With a nail you grow\n  You try to bail too slow\n  I chop 'em up and package 'em then I sell mucho\n  They tried to get away and fell through so\n  If you smell zoo though I'm comin' to quell you bro\n  When I make a person my dinner like I'm El Cuco\n  I eat 'em like insalata, I lead 'em right into Allah\n  I bleed 'em once I meet 'em, run ta freedom or into lava\n  When the shotta holla jotter hotter Guatemala\n  I'm T'Challa father\n  Not a maga, the Baba Yaga\n  Saliva dripping\n  Eyes are picking the idiots\n  That standing by the kitchen I try to quicken\n  Rigor motis, the nigga ordered to die,\n  You gettin' Knives are stickin', N9na kill 'em with my precision\n  I'ma feeder for anything moving, the N9na looking\n  I'ma eat, drink, and be merry\n  Eater for any king, a ruler I know he shook enough\n  And we thinking he scary\n  'Bout to stick 'em and rip up this style coat\n  A wild cobra,\n  Dead another without Knives are closer\n  The way you knowing your life and your route's over\n  The foul soldier shape shift into MalebolgiaFeed, feed\n  Feed, watch 'em bleed\n  Feed, feed\n  Feed, all I need\n  I've become my fear\n  My cross I bear and don't care to clarify\n  I scare you more than any goon would ever dare try\n  Tell your baby, nobody catch a diverted plot\n  Stirred crazy apply the pressure and stir the pot\n  Never faze me, why would I let you, you're a bot\n  You see they doubt you, don't need a stretcher, they need a mop\n  Their slit is gushing, the killer crushing, get rid of fussing\n  Shit are flushing, the blood spilled and the liquor was in\n  Grip to touch it, was givin' up the Bourbon gluten\n  I'ma hit the button, you triggered something that lit the oven\n  Hidden figure big enough to reconsider rushing\n  But I get to bussing and you get word of a big eruption\n  Then to hushing, the jig is up and the lip is tucking\n  Give you the way that's never fit in, I couldn't adjusting\n  On a psycho-path\n  Get to screwing up everything like a carpenter\n  I be scared of myself that ask\n  Even roomer a minute I am a card dealer\n  Pray to God that I never worship a golden Cath' nigga\n  But the demons I battle be kinda getting to me\n  Shuddering at the shutter that's in a photograph\n  Pixelated the bigger picture was looking to me\n  But I keep snapping\n  Spur of the moment cinematic I been erratic\n  What you seen happen\n  Into lifefully chaotic, we men of havoc\n  I'm like David Chappelle with the crack sprinkling\n  Never sleeping like I'm resisting a rest, nigga\n  Thought I'm failing, compelling 'em oughta think again\n  I'm too determined, I'm turning, I'm twisting necks, nigga\n  Feed, feed\n  Feed, watch 'em bleed\n  Feed, feed\n  Feed, all I need\n"}]