[{"id":6420261,"name":"Oldie","trackName":"Oldie","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler The Creator: Splash Music Festival, Live At Splash!","duration":151.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"The big eared bandit is tossin' all his manners\nIn a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages\nTossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches\nSo when he says \"Catch up, nigga\" it looks like an accident\nUm, flowin' like my pad is the maxiest\nMy bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda\nIt's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada\nThen kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela\nPut her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain\nI never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton\nNot a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick head\nFlyer than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit\nSemen scented cheetah printed tee\nIn that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season\nPrevious items in the present\nWith the normal ass past like I cheated on my team\nIt's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)\n\nTo have some type of knowledge that is one perception\nBut knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus\nI'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless\nSmiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses\nChildren who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin'\nI'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the hood\nWhips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your rims\nCoke diamonds and your Vette, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot\nAnd salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' brrrooop\nIt's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop\nAnd out my Kool aid, Juice\n\nHodgy got the juice, I got the gin\nJasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in\nWolf Gang party at the hotel\nI call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell\nYou know Left Brain need a freak\nI need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat\nYup, uh, and her ass fat\nDon't be surprised if I ask where the hash at\nNigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher\nDomo where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter\nStill bang salute me or just shoot me\nCause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting\nYeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack\nThe king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac\nWe like the mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up\nAnd if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct\nFree my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much\nBut two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus\n\nWhat the fuck is caution?\nOften I leave 'em flossing in KAWS, exes next to coffins\nLost in translation, the dreams you chase\nGot you diving for the plates like you stealing home base\nThat's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones\nWith Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on\nAnd Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp\nThree lettermans that Ace has been making him\nNo strays while we catching matinees, huh?\nI'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those days\nI had the top off the GT3 like toupees\nOne finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays\nMy grand scheme of things is to be attached\nTo the game like bitches to their wedding rings\nAnd you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene\nIn the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining\nLike the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem\nIf you say \"Get 'em Mike G\" then I got 'em\nOne man squadron, nigga I'm a problem\nFrom Briggs I got bars and plans to\nPimp these Polish bitches into pop stars\nHumanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still\nAnd if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real\nOF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh\n\nIt's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped\nWith my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not\nKnow your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop\nBitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock\nI've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot\nBig wheel was a big deal with the water Glocks\nNow I'm all grown, same song, just a different waltz\nFire what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop\nOp, Dom next shit in your wish list\nMad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches\nOn some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list\nAnd I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff outta this bitch\nOdd in your mothafuckin' area\nBlood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya\nSuicide flow, let the big wave carry ya\nTyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up\nAnd fuck your team, ho nigga wassup\nWolf Gang so you know we not giving no fucks\nYou know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can\nCut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up\n\nGet me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga\n\nRent a super car for a day\nDrive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze\nBro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day\nBut just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say\nI'm hi and I'm bi, wait I mean I'm straight\nI'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes\nMy brother give it some time, Morris, and Day\nCourse you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes\nOn the song, cut and you could sample the feel\nHeadphone bleed, make this shit sound real\nUsed to work the grill, Fatburger and fries\nThen I made a mil and them psychics was liars\nNow, how many fucking crystal balls can I buy and own\nHumble old me had to flex for the folks\nDown in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone\nBumping oldies off my cellular phone\nYeah, bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n\nGoddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard\nGotta do it over and over and over again but here it go\n\nHey it's Jasper, not even a rapper\nOnly on this beat to make my racks grow faster\nGot a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor\nPot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle\nRollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell\nStill ignorant, still hit a bitch\nWolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit\nCatch me in the back with Miley on my lap\nBong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat\n\nHah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick\nJust for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket\nFuck it, Wolf Gang (Yeah, fuck that)\n\nLook, for contrast, here's a pair of lips\nSwallowin' sarapin and settin' fire to sheriff's whips\n(Whoops, whoops!) fuckin' All-American terrorist\nCrushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick\nAnd me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'\nAnd lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is\nSpit til' the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss\nFlow remind these niggas where embarrassed is\nNarrow, tight line, might impair him since\nI made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type\nFeral, fuckin'-ill-apparel-wearin' pack of parasites\nThrew his own youth off the roof after paradise\nLa di da di, back in here to fuck the party up\nRaidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun\nNever dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks\nAnd 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous\nCall him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe\nOff the wall loafers, Four Loko and a cobra clutch\nVocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum\nAnd let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole is numb\nThe culprit of the potent punch\nScoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup\nOr Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck\nShittin' like his colon bust\nBelly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum\nSupernova, I'm rollin' over the novices\nAnd roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as his porridge is\nStay gold 'til the case closed and the story end\nPost mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it\nTo escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips\nBored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list\nStormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass\nScorchin', leave these motherfuckers sore in torso and face\nGet at me, we savages, half a pack of Apache\nIndian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence\nAs a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky\nSo see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi\nUh, back like lateral passin'\nWith that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'\nAs an addict I let Percocet and Xannies relax me\nFall back if your paddies is Maxi, please\n\nOF, shit that's all I got\nFrom my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac\nFrom that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Nak\nShreddin' down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block\nStorefront, knee tat\nBook cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks\nAnd grip tape... and my shoes\nUm, I was 15 when I first drew that donut\n5 years later, for our label yea we own it\nI started an empire, I ain't even old enough\nTo drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop\nThis is for the nigga in the suburbs\nAnd the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word\nAnd the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd\nCause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg\nThey say we ain't actin' right\nAlways try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white\nBut they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em\nRadical's my anthem, turn my fucking amps up\nSo instead of critiquing and bitchin', bein' mad as fuck\nJust admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05]Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album, you feel me, son? (Yeah)\n[00:03.78]Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas (hip-Hop, hip-Hop)\n[00:06.17]Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies (hip-Hop), shouts out to Left Brizzle\n[00:10.36](Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air)\n[00:10.97]Shouts out to Domyen, shouts out to Frankie Ocean (and wave 'em like you just don't care)\n[00:15.66]Shouts out to Syd the Dude (hip-Hop, hip-Hop)\n[00:18.42]Shouts out to L-Boy, awk (hip-Hop)\n[00:21.41]I told them niggas haha\n[00:24.15]The big-eared bandit is tossin' all his manners\n[00:26.74]In a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages\n[00:29.59]I'm tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches\n[00:32.45]So when he says, \"Catch up, nigga,\" it looks like an accident\n[00:35.79]I'm flowing like my pad is the maxiest\n[00:37.82]My bitch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda\n[00:40.48]It's the dark-skinned nigga, kissing bitches in Canada\n[00:43.23]Thеn kick them all out like Mr. Lawrencе did Pamela\n[00:46.08]I put them in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain\n[00:48.95]Never had a Reason, nigga, I was just Ableton\n[00:51.63]Not a fucking Logic-contradicting dickhead\n[00:54.47]Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit\n[00:57.57]Semen-scented cheetah printed tee\n[00:59.55]In that God five-panel, I'll repeat it for the season (hahaha)\n[01:02.96]Previous items in the present\n[01:04.96]With the normal-ass past like I cheated on my team\n[01:07.65]It's fucking me, bitches\n[01:13.16]Wait a minute, hold up here\n[01:15.02]Hold on?\n[01:16.10]Awkward now, Jasper\n[01:17.83]You should do your verse, dude, like to no beat\n[01:20.85]Anybody wanna hear Jasper rap real quick? Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!\n[01:27.54]Go ahead Jasper\n[01:28.88]Hey, it's Jasper, not even a rapper\n[01:31.23]Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster\n[01:33.92]Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor\n[01:36.64]Pothead, half-baked, lookin' like Chappelle\n[01:39.40]Rollin' up the blunt with that fire from Hell\n[01:42.08]Still ignorant, still hit a bitch\n[01:44.77]Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit\n[01:47.02]And you catch me in the back with Miley's on my lap\n[01:49.63]Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat\n[01:52.22]Jasper!\n[01:56.01]Oh, thank you, man\n[01:58.19]Dude, you killed it, dude, that was sick\n[02:01.11]Yeah (Jasper's awesome)\n[02:01.93]It's started a lovely friendship with a lovely lady too\n[02:06.27]Yeah, shouts out to G-Unit\n[02:09.85]Shouts out to Cheif Keef too\n[02:12.22](Tyler)\n[02:13.32]Oh hey, I'll, I'll, come down there soon\n[02:15.18]Baby, can I just finish my set?\n[02:17.79]I got a couple more songs left, if you want me off of here, dude\n[02:21.00]Just, just bear with me, thanks\n[02:27.33]Oh, you want water? 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Talking 'bout a lighter\n  Still bang salute me or just shoot me\n  Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting\n  Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack\n  The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac\n  We like the mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up\n  And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct\n  Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much\n  But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus\n\n  What the fuck is caution?\n  Often I leave 'em flossing in KAWS, exes next to coffins\n  Lost in translation, the dreams you chase\n  Got you diving for the plates like you stealing home base\n  That's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones\n  With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on\n  And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp\n  Three lettermans that Ace has been making him\n  No strays while we catching matinees, huh?\n  I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those days\n  I had the top off the GT3 like toupees\n  One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays\n  My grand scheme of things is to be attached\n  To the game like bitches to their wedding rings\n  And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene\n  In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining\n  Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem\n  If you say \"Get 'em Mike G\" then I got 'em\n  One man squadron, nigga I'm a problem\n  From Briggs I got bars and plans to\n  Pimp these Polish bitches into pop stars\n  Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still\n  And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real\n  OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh\n\n  It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped\n  With my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not\n  Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop\n  Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock\n  I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot\n  Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glocks\n  Now I'm all grown, same song, just a different waltz\n  Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop\n  Op, Dom next shit in your wish list\n  Mad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches\n  On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list\n  And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff outta this bitch\n  Odd in your mothafuckin' area\n  Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya\n  Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya\n  Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up\n  And fuck your team, ho nigga wassup\n  Wolf Gang so you know we not giving no fucks\n  You know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can\n  Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up\n\n  Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga\n\n  Rent a super car for a day\n  Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze\n  Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day\n  But just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say\n  I'm hi and I'm bi, wait I mean I'm straight\n  I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes\n  My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day\n  Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes\n  On the song, cut and you could sample the feel\n  Headphone bleed, make this shit sound real\n  Used to work the grill, Fatburger and fries\n  Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars\n  Now, how many fucking crystal balls can I buy and own\n  Humble old me had to flex for the folks\n  Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone\n  Bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n  Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n\n  Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard\n  Gotta do it over and over and over again but here it go\n\n  Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper\n  Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster\n  Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor\n  Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle\n  Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell\n  Still ignorant, still hit a bitch\n  Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit\n  Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap\n  Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat\n\n  Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick\n  Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket\n  Fuck it, Wolf Gang (Yeah, fuck that)\n\n  Look, for contrast, here's a pair of lips\n  Swallowin' sarapin and settin' fire to sheriff's whips\n  (Whoops, whoops!) fuckin' All-American terrorist\n  Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick\n  And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'\n  And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is\n  Spit til' the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss\n  Flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is\n  Narrow, tight line, might impair him since\n  I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type\n  Feral, fuckin'-ill-apparel-wearin' pack of parasites\n  Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise\n  La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up\n  Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun\n  Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks\n  And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous\n  Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe\n  Off the wall loafers, Four Loko and a cobra clutch\n  Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum\n  And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole is numb\n  The culprit of the potent punch\n  Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup\n  Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck\n  Shittin' like his colon bust\n  Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum\n  Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices\n  And roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as his porridge is\n  Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end\n  Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it\n  To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips\n  Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list\n  Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass\n  Scorchin', leave these motherfuckers sore in torso and face\n  Get at me, we savages, half a pack of Apache\n  Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence\n  As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky\n  So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi\n  Uh, back like lateral passin'\n  With that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'\n  As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies relax me\n  Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, please\n\n  OF, shit that's all I got\n  From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac\n  From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Nak\n  Shreddin' down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block\n  Storefront, knee tat\n  Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks\n  And grip tape... and my shoes\n  Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut\n  5 years later, for our label yea we own it\n  I started an empire, I ain't even old enough\n  To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop\n  This is for the nigga in the suburbs\n  And the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word\n  And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd\n  Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg\n  They say we ain't actin' right\n  Always try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white\n  But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em\n  Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking amps up\n  So instead of critiquing and bitchin', bein' mad as fuck\n  Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches\n"},{"id":24422523,"name":"Oldie","trackName":"Oldie","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"The Of Tape, Vol. 2","duration":636.293825,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The big eared bandit is tossin' all his manners\nIn a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages\nTossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches\nSo when he says \"Catch up, nigga\" it looks like an accident\nUm, flowin' like my pad is the maxiest\nMy bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda\nIt's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada\nThen kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela\nPut her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain\nI never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton\nNot a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick head\nFlyer than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit\nSemen scented cheetah printed tee\nIn that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season\nPrevious items in the present\nWith the normal ass past like I cheated on my team\nIt's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)\n\nTo have some type of knowledge that is one perception\nBut knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus\nI'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless\nSmiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses\nChildren who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin'\nI'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the hood\nWhips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your rims\nCoke diamonds and your Vette, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot\nAnd salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' brrrooop\nIt's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop\nAnd out my Kool aid, Juice\n\nHodgy got the juice, I got the gin\nJasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in\nWolf Gang party at the hotel\nI call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell\nYou know Left Brain need a freak\nI need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat\nYup, uh, and her ass fat\nDon't be surprised if I ask where the hash at\nNigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher\nDomo where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter\nStill bang salute me or just shoot me\nCause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting\nYeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack\nThe king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac\nWe like the mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up\nAnd if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct\nFree my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much\nBut two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus\n\nWhat the fuck is caution?\nOften I leave 'em flossing in KAWS, exes next to coffins\nLost in translation, the dreams you chase\nGot you diving for the plates like you stealing home base\nThat's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones\nWith Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on\nAnd Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp\nThree lettermans that Ace has been making him\nNo strays while we catching matinees, huh?\nI'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those days\nI had the top off the GT3 like toupees\nOne finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays\nMy grand scheme of things is to be attached\nTo the game like bitches to their wedding rings\nAnd you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene\nIn the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining\nLike the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem\nIf you say \"Get 'em Mike G\" then I got 'em\nOne man squadron, nigga I'm a problem\nFrom Briggs I got bars and plans to\nPimp these Polish bitches into pop stars\nHumanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still\nAnd if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real\nOF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh\n\nIt's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped\nWith my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not\nKnow your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop\nBitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock\nI've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot\nBig wheel was a big deal with the water Glocks\nNow I'm all grown, same song, just a different waltz\nFire what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop\nOp, Dom next shit in your wish list\nMad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches\nOn some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list\nAnd I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff outta this bitch\nOdd in your mothafuckin' area\nBlood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya\nSuicide flow, let the big wave carry ya\nTyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up\nAnd fuck your team, ho nigga wassup\nWolf Gang so you know we not giving no fucks\nYou know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can\nCut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up\n\nGet me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga\n\nRent a super car for a day\nDrive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze\nBro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day\nBut just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say\nI'm hi and I'm bi, wait I mean I'm straight\nI'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes\nMy brother give it some time, Morris, and Day\nCourse you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes\nOn the song, cut and you could sample the feel\nHeadphone bleed, make this shit sound real\nUsed to work the grill, Fatburger and fries\nThen I made a mil and them psychics was liars\nNow, how many fucking crystal balls can I buy and own\nHumble old me had to flex for the folks\nDown in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone\nBumping oldies off my cellular phone\nYeah, bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n\nGoddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard\nGotta do it over and over and over again but here it go\n\nHey it's Jasper, not even a rapper\nOnly on this beat to make my racks grow faster\nGot a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor\nPot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle\nRollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell\nStill ignorant, still hit a bitch\nWolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit\nCatch me in the back with Miley on my lap\nBong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat\n\nHah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick\nJust for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket\nFuck it, Wolf Gang (Yeah, fuck that)\n\nLook, for contrast, here's a pair of lips\nSwallowin' sarapin and settin' fire to sheriff's whips\n(Whoops, whoops!) fuckin' All-American terrorist\nCrushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick\nAnd me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'\nAnd lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is\nSpit til' the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss\nFlow remind these niggas where embarrassed is\nNarrow, tight line, might impair him since\nI made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type\nFeral, fuckin'-ill-apparel-wearin' pack of parasites\nThrew his own youth off the roof after paradise\nLa di da di, back in here to fuck the party up\nRaidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun\nNever dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks\nAnd 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous\nCall him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe\nOff the wall loafers, Four Loko and a cobra clutch\nVocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum\nAnd let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole is numb\nThe culprit of the potent punch\nScoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup\nOr Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck\nShittin' like his colon bust\nBelly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum\nSupernova, I'm rollin' over the novices\nAnd roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as his porridge is\nStay gold 'til the case closed and the story end\nPost mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it\nTo escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips\nBored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list\nStormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass\nScorchin', leave these motherfuckers sore in torso and face\nGet at me, we savages, half a pack of Apache\nIndian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence\nAs a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky\nSo see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi\nUh, back like lateral passin'\nWith that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'\nAs an addict I let Percocet and Xannies relax me\nFall back if your paddies is Maxi, please\n\nOF, shit that's all I got\nFrom my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac\nFrom that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Nak\nShreddin' down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block\nStorefront, knee tat\nBook cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks\nAnd grip tape... and my shoes\nUm, I was 15 when I first drew that donut\n5 years later, for our label yea we own it\nI started an empire, I ain't even old enough\nTo drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop\nThis is for the nigga in the suburbs\nAnd the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word\nAnd the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd\nCause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg\nThey say we ain't actin' right\nAlways try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white\nBut they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em\nRadical's my anthem, turn my fucking amps up\nSo instead of critiquing and bitchin', bein' mad as fuck\nJust admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Oldie\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: The Of Tape, Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 636294\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The big eared bandit is tossin' all his manners\n  In a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages\n  Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches\n  So when he says \"Catch up, nigga\" it looks like an accident\n  Um, flowin' like my pad is the maxiest\n  My bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda\n  It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada\n  Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela\n  Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain\n  I never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton\n  Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick head\n  Flyer than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit\n  Semen scented cheetah printed tee\n  In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season\n  Previous items in the present\n  With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team\n  It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)\n\n  To have some type of knowledge that is one perception\n  But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus\n  I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless\n  Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses\n  Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin'\n  I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the hood\n  Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your rims\n  Coke diamonds and your Vette, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot\n  And salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' brrrooop\n  It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop\n  And out my Kool aid, Juice\n\n  Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin\n  Jasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in\n  Wolf Gang party at the hotel\n  I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell\n  You know Left Brain need a freak\n  I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat\n  Yup, uh, and her ass fat\n  Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at\n  Nigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher\n  Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter\n  Still bang salute me or just shoot me\n  Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting\n  Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack\n  The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac\n  We like the mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up\n  And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct\n  Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much\n  But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus\n\n  What the fuck is caution?\n  Often I leave 'em flossing in KAWS, exes next to coffins\n  Lost in translation, the dreams you chase\n  Got you diving for the plates like you stealing home base\n  That's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones\n  With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on\n  And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp\n  Three lettermans that Ace has been making him\n  No strays while we catching matinees, huh?\n  I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those days\n  I had the top off the GT3 like toupees\n  One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays\n  My grand scheme of things is to be attached\n  To the game like bitches to their wedding rings\n  And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene\n  In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining\n  Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem\n  If you say \"Get 'em Mike G\" then I got 'em\n  One man squadron, nigga I'm a problem\n  From Briggs I got bars and plans to\n  Pimp these Polish bitches into pop stars\n  Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still\n  And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real\n  OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh\n\n  It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped\n  With my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not\n  Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop\n  Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock\n  I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot\n  Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glocks\n  Now I'm all grown, same song, just a different waltz\n  Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop\n  Op, Dom next shit in your wish list\n  Mad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches\n  On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list\n  And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff outta this bitch\n  Odd in your mothafuckin' area\n  Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya\n  Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya\n  Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up\n  And fuck your team, ho nigga wassup\n  Wolf Gang so you know we not giving no fucks\n  You know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can\n  Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up\n\n  Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga\n\n  Rent a super car for a day\n  Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze\n  Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day\n  But just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say\n  I'm hi and I'm bi, wait I mean I'm straight\n  I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes\n  My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day\n  Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes\n  On the song, cut and you could sample the feel\n  Headphone bleed, make this shit sound real\n  Used to work the grill, Fatburger and fries\n  Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars\n  Now, how many fucking crystal balls can I buy and own\n  Humble old me had to flex for the folks\n  Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone\n  Bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n  Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n\n  Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard\n  Gotta do it over and over and over again but here it go\n\n  Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper\n  Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster\n  Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor\n  Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle\n  Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell\n  Still ignorant, still hit a bitch\n  Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit\n  Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap\n  Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat\n\n  Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick\n  Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket\n  Fuck it, Wolf Gang (Yeah, fuck that)\n\n  Look, for contrast, here's a pair of lips\n  Swallowin' sarapin and settin' fire to sheriff's whips\n  (Whoops, whoops!) fuckin' All-American terrorist\n  Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick\n  And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'\n  And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is\n  Spit til' the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss\n  Flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is\n  Narrow, tight line, might impair him since\n  I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type\n  Feral, fuckin'-ill-apparel-wearin' pack of parasites\n  Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise\n  La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up\n  Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun\n  Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks\n  And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous\n  Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe\n  Off the wall loafers, Four Loko and a cobra clutch\n  Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum\n  And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole is numb\n  The culprit of the potent punch\n  Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup\n  Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck\n  Shittin' like his colon bust\n  Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum\n  Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices\n  And roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as his porridge is\n  Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end\n  Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it\n  To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips\n  Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list\n  Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass\n  Scorchin', leave these motherfuckers sore in torso and face\n  Get at me, we savages, half a pack of Apache\n  Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence\n  As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky\n  So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi\n  Uh, back like lateral passin'\n  With that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'\n  As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies relax me\n  Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, please\n\n  OF, shit that's all I got\n  From my bigger brother Frankie to my little 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Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!\n[01:27.54]Go ahead Jasper\n[01:28.88]Hey, it's Jasper, not even a rapper\n[01:31.23]Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster\n[01:33.92]Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor\n[01:36.64]Pothead, half-baked, lookin' like Chappelle\n[01:39.40]Rollin' up the blunt with that fire from Hell\n[01:42.08]Still ignorant, still hit a bitch\n[01:44.77]Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit\n[01:47.02]And you catch me in the back with Miley's on my lap\n[01:49.63]Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat\n[01:52.22]Jasper!\n[01:56.01]Oh, thank you, man\n[01:58.19]Dude, you killed it, dude, that was sick\n[02:01.11]Yeah (Jasper's awesome)\n[02:01.93]It's started a lovely friendship with a lovely lady too\n[02:06.27]Yeah, shouts out to G-Unit\n[02:09.85]Shouts out to Cheif Keef too\n[02:12.22](Tyler)\n[02:13.32]Oh hey, I'll, I'll, come down there soon\n[02:15.18]Baby, can I just finish my set?\n[02:17.79]I got a couple more songs left, if you want me off of here, dude\n[02:21.00]Just, just bear with me, thanks\n[02:27.33]Oh, you want water? 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'\n    start_ms: 147896\n  - text: '(Oh '\n    start_ms: 148816\n  - text: sick)\n    start_ms: 148996\n- text: Oh, they said, \"Where's water?\"\n  start_ms: 149062\n  end_ms: 150362\n  words:\n  - text: 'Oh, '\n    start_ms: 149062\n  - text: 'they '\n    start_ms: 149162\n  - text: 'said, '\n    start_ms: 149362\n  - text: '\"Where''s '\n    start_ms: 149562\n  - text: water?\"\n    start_ms: 149902\nplain: |-\n  The big eared bandit is tossin' all his manners\n  In a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages\n  Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches\n  So when he says \"Catch up, nigga\" it looks like an accident\n  Um, flowin' like my pad is the maxiest\n  My bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda\n  It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada\n  Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela\n  Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain\n  I never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton\n  Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick head\n  Flyer than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit\n  Semen scented cheetah printed tee\n  In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season\n  Previous items in the present\n  With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team\n  It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)\n\n  To have some type of knowledge that is one perception\n  But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus\n  I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless\n  Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses\n  Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin'\n  I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the hood\n  Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your rims\n  Coke diamonds and your Vette, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot\n  And salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' brrrooop\n  It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop\n  And out my Kool aid, Juice\n\n  Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin\n  Jasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in\n  Wolf Gang party at the hotel\n  I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell\n  You know Left Brain need a freak\n  I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat\n  Yup, uh, and her ass fat\n  Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at\n  Nigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher\n  Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter\n  Still bang salute me or just shoot me\n  Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting\n  Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack\n  The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac\n  We like the mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up\n  And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct\n  Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much\n  But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus\n\n  What the fuck is caution?\n  Often I leave 'em flossing in KAWS, exes next to coffins\n  Lost in translation, the dreams you chase\n  Got you diving for the plates like you stealing home base\n  That's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones\n  With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on\n  And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp\n  Three lettermans that Ace has been making him\n  No strays while we catching matinees, huh?\n  I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those days\n  I had the top off the GT3 like toupees\n  One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays\n  My grand scheme of things is to be attached\n  To the game like bitches to their wedding rings\n  And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene\n  In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining\n  Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem\n  If you say \"Get 'em Mike G\" then I got 'em\n  One man squadron, nigga I'm a problem\n  From Briggs I got bars and plans to\n  Pimp these Polish bitches into pop stars\n  Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still\n  And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real\n  OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh\n\n  It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped\n  With my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not\n  Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop\n  Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock\n  I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot\n  Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glocks\n  Now I'm all grown, same song, just a different waltz\n  Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop\n  Op, Dom next shit in your wish list\n  Mad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches\n  On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list\n  And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff outta this bitch\n  Odd in your mothafuckin' area\n  Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya\n  Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya\n  Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up\n  And fuck your team, ho nigga wassup\n  Wolf Gang so you know we not giving no fucks\n  You know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can\n  Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up\n\n  Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga\n\n  Rent a super car for a day\n  Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze\n  Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day\n  But just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say\n  I'm hi and I'm bi, wait I mean I'm straight\n  I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes\n  My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day\n  Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes\n  On the song, cut and you could sample the feel\n  Headphone bleed, make this shit sound real\n  Used to work the grill, Fatburger and fries\n  Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars\n  Now, how many fucking crystal balls can I buy and own\n  Humble old me had to flex for the folks\n  Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone\n  Bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n  Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n\n  Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard\n  Gotta do it over and over and over again but here it go\n\n  Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper\n  Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster\n  Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor\n  Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle\n  Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell\n  Still ignorant, still hit a bitch\n  Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit\n  Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap\n  Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat\n\n  Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick\n  Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket\n  Fuck it, Wolf Gang (Yeah, fuck that)\n\n  Look, for contrast, here's a pair of lips\n  Swallowin' sarapin and settin' fire to sheriff's whips\n  (Whoops, whoops!) fuckin' All-American terrorist\n  Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick\n  And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'\n  And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is\n  Spit til' the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss\n  Flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is\n  Narrow, tight line, might impair him since\n  I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type\n  Feral, fuckin'-ill-apparel-wearin' pack of parasites\n  Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise\n  La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up\n  Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun\n  Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks\n  And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous\n  Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe\n  Off the wall loafers, Four Loko and a cobra clutch\n  Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum\n  And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole is numb\n  The culprit of the potent punch\n  Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup\n  Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck\n  Shittin' like his colon bust\n  Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum\n  Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices\n  And roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as his porridge is\n  Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end\n  Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it\n  To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips\n  Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list\n  Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass\n  Scorchin', leave these motherfuckers sore in torso and face\n  Get at me, we savages, half a pack of Apache\n  Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence\n  As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky\n  So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi\n  Uh, back like lateral passin'\n  With that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'\n  As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies relax me\n  Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, please\n\n  OF, shit that's all I got\n  From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac\n  From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Nak\n  Shreddin' down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block\n  Storefront, knee tat\n  Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks\n  And grip tape... and my shoes\n  Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut\n  5 years later, for our label yea we own it\n  I started an empire, I ain't even old enough\n  To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop\n  This is for the nigga in the suburbs\n  And the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word\n  And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd\n  Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg\n  They say we ain't actin' right\n  Always try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white\n  But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em\n  Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking amps up\n  So instead of critiquing and bitchin', bein' mad as fuck\n  Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches\n"},{"id":32201127,"name":"Oldie","trackName":"Oldie","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Playlist 1","duration":636.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The big eared bandit is tossin' all his manners\nIn a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages\nTossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches\nSo when he says \"Catch up, nigga\" it looks like an accident\nUm, flowin' like my pad is the maxiest\nMy bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda\nIt's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada\nThen kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela\nPut her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain\nI never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton\nNot a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick head\nFlyer than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit\nSemen scented cheetah printed tee\nIn that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season\nPrevious items in the present\nWith the normal ass past like I cheated on my team\nIt's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)\n\nTo have some type of knowledge that is one perception\nBut knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus\nI'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless\nSmiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses\nChildren who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin'\nI'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the hood\nWhips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your rims\nCoke diamonds and your Vette, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot\nAnd salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' brrrooop\nIt's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop\nAnd out my Kool aid, Juice\n\nHodgy got the juice, I got the gin\nJasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in\nWolf Gang party at the hotel\nI call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell\nYou know Left Brain need a freak\nI need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat\nYup, uh, and her ass fat\nDon't be surprised if I ask where the hash at\nNigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher\nDomo where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter\nStill bang salute me or just shoot me\nCause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting\nYeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack\nThe king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac\nWe like the mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up\nAnd if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct\nFree my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much\nBut two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus\n\nWhat the fuck is caution?\nOften I leave 'em flossing in KAWS, exes next to coffins\nLost in translation, the dreams you chase\nGot you diving for the plates like you stealing home base\nThat's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones\nWith Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on\nAnd Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp\nThree lettermans that Ace has been making him\nNo strays while we catching matinees, huh?\nI'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those days\nI had the top off the GT3 like toupees\nOne finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays\nMy grand scheme of things is to be attached\nTo the game like bitches to their wedding rings\nAnd you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene\nIn the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining\nLike the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem\nIf you say \"Get 'em Mike G\" then I got 'em\nOne man squadron, nigga I'm a problem\nFrom Briggs I got bars and plans to\nPimp these Polish bitches into pop stars\nHumanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still\nAnd if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real\nOF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh\n\nIt's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped\nWith my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not\nKnow your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop\nBitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock\nI've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot\nBig wheel was a big deal with the water Glocks\nNow I'm all grown, same song, just a different waltz\nFire what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop\nOp, Dom next shit in your wish list\nMad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches\nOn some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list\nAnd I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff outta this bitch\nOdd in your mothafuckin' area\nBlood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya\nSuicide flow, let the big wave carry ya\nTyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up\nAnd fuck your team, ho nigga wassup\nWolf Gang so you know we not giving no fucks\nYou know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can\nCut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up\n\nGet me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga\n\nRent a super car for a day\nDrive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze\nBro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day\nBut just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say\nI'm hi and I'm bi, wait I mean I'm straight\nI'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes\nMy brother give it some time, Morris, and Day\nCourse you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes\nOn the song, cut and you could sample the feel\nHeadphone bleed, make this shit sound real\nUsed to work the grill, Fatburger and fries\nThen I made a mil and them psychics was liars\nNow, how many fucking crystal balls can I buy and own\nHumble old me had to flex for the folks\nDown in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone\nBumping oldies off my cellular phone\nYeah, bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n\nGoddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard\nGotta do it over and over and over again but here it go\n\nHey it's Jasper, not even a rapper\nOnly on this beat to make my racks grow faster\nGot a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor\nPot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle\nRollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell\nStill ignorant, still hit a bitch\nWolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit\nCatch me in the back with Miley on my lap\nBong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat\n\nHah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick\nJust for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket\nFuck it, Wolf Gang (Yeah, fuck that)\n\nLook, for contrast, here's a pair of lips\nSwallowin' sarapin and settin' fire to sheriff's whips\n(Whoops, whoops!) fuckin' All-American terrorist\nCrushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick\nAnd me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'\nAnd lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is\nSpit til' the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss\nFlow remind these niggas where embarrassed is\nNarrow, tight line, might impair him since\nI made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type\nFeral, fuckin'-ill-apparel-wearin' pack of parasites\nThrew his own youth off the roof after paradise\nLa di da di, back in here to fuck the party up\nRaidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun\nNever dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks\nAnd 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous\nCall him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe\nOff the wall loafers, Four Loko and a cobra clutch\nVocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum\nAnd let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole is numb\nThe culprit of the potent punch\nScoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup\nOr Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck\nShittin' like his colon bust\nBelly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum\nSupernova, I'm rollin' over the novices\nAnd roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as his porridge is\nStay gold 'til the case closed and the story end\nPost mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it\nTo escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips\nBored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list\nStormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass\nScorchin', leave these motherfuckers sore in torso and face\nGet at me, we savages, half a pack of Apache\nIndian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence\nAs a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky\nSo see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi\nUh, back like lateral passin'\nWith that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'\nAs an addict I let Percocet and Xannies relax me\nFall back if your paddies is Maxi, please\n\nOF, shit that's all I got\nFrom my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac\nFrom that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Nak\nShreddin' down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block\nStorefront, knee tat\nBook cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks\nAnd grip tape... and my shoes\nUm, I was 15 when I first drew that donut\n5 years later, for our label yea we own it\nI started an empire, I ain't even old enough\nTo drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop\nThis is for the nigga in the suburbs\nAnd the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word\nAnd the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd\nCause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg\nThey say we ain't actin' right\nAlways try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white\nBut they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em\nRadical's my anthem, turn my fucking amps up\nSo instead of critiquing and bitchin', bein' mad as fuck\nJust admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Oldie\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Playlist 1\n  duration_ms: 636000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The big eared bandit is tossin' all his manners\n  In a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages\n  Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches\n  So when he says \"Catch up, nigga\" it looks like an accident\n  Um, flowin' like my pad is the maxiest\n  My bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda\n  It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada\n  Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela\n  Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain\n  I never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton\n  Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick head\n  Flyer than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit\n  Semen scented cheetah printed tee\n  In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season\n  Previous items in the present\n  With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team\n  It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)\n\n  To have some type of knowledge that is one perception\n  But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus\n  I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless\n  Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses\n  Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin'\n  I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the hood\n  Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your rims\n  Coke diamonds and your Vette, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot\n  And salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' brrrooop\n  It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop\n  And out my Kool aid, Juice\n\n  Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin\n  Jasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in\n  Wolf Gang party at the hotel\n  I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell\n  You know Left Brain need a freak\n  I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat\n  Yup, uh, and her ass fat\n  Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at\n  Nigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher\n  Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter\n  Still bang salute me or just shoot me\n  Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting\n  Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack\n  The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac\n  We like the mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up\n  And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct\n  Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much\n  But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus\n\n  What the fuck is caution?\n  Often I leave 'em flossing in KAWS, exes next to coffins\n  Lost in translation, the dreams you chase\n  Got you diving for the plates like you stealing home base\n  That's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones\n  With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on\n  And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp\n  Three lettermans that Ace has been making him\n  No strays while we catching matinees, huh?\n  I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those days\n  I had the top off the GT3 like toupees\n  One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays\n  My grand scheme of things is to be attached\n  To the game like bitches to their wedding rings\n  And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene\n  In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining\n  Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem\n  If you say \"Get 'em Mike G\" then I got 'em\n  One man squadron, nigga I'm a problem\n  From Briggs I got bars and plans to\n  Pimp these Polish bitches into pop stars\n  Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still\n  And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real\n  OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh\n\n  It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped\n  With my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not\n  Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop\n  Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock\n  I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot\n  Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glocks\n  Now I'm all grown, same song, just a different waltz\n  Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop\n  Op, Dom next shit in your wish list\n  Mad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches\n  On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list\n  And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff outta this bitch\n  Odd in your mothafuckin' area\n  Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya\n  Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya\n  Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up\n  And fuck your team, ho nigga wassup\n  Wolf Gang so you know we not giving no fucks\n  You know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can\n  Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up\n\n  Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga\n\n  Rent a super car for a day\n  Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze\n  Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day\n  But just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say\n  I'm hi and I'm bi, wait I mean I'm straight\n  I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes\n  My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day\n  Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes\n  On the song, cut and you could sample the feel\n  Headphone bleed, make this shit sound real\n  Used to work the grill, Fatburger and fries\n  Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars\n  Now, how many fucking crystal balls can I buy and own\n  Humble old me had to flex for the folks\n  Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone\n  Bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n  Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n\n  Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard\n  Gotta do it over and over and over again but here it go\n\n  Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper\n  Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster\n  Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor\n  Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle\n  Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell\n  Still ignorant, still hit a bitch\n  Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit\n  Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap\n  Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat\n\n  Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick\n  Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket\n  Fuck it, Wolf Gang (Yeah, fuck that)\n\n  Look, for contrast, here's a pair of lips\n  Swallowin' sarapin and settin' fire to sheriff's whips\n  (Whoops, whoops!) fuckin' All-American terrorist\n  Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick\n  And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'\n  And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is\n  Spit til' the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss\n  Flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is\n  Narrow, tight line, might impair him since\n  I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type\n  Feral, fuckin'-ill-apparel-wearin' pack of parasites\n  Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise\n  La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up\n  Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun\n  Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks\n  And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous\n  Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe\n  Off the wall loafers, Four Loko and a cobra clutch\n  Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum\n  And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole is numb\n  The culprit of the potent punch\n  Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup\n  Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck\n  Shittin' like his colon bust\n  Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum\n  Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices\n  And roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as his porridge is\n  Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end\n  Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it\n  To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips\n  Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list\n  Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass\n  Scorchin', leave these motherfuckers sore in torso and face\n  Get at me, we savages, half a pack of Apache\n  Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence\n  As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky\n  So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi\n  Uh, back like lateral passin'\n  With that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'\n  As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies relax me\n  Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, please\n\n  OF, shit that's all I got\n  From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac\n  From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Nak\n  Shreddin' down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block\n  Storefront, knee tat\n  Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks\n  And grip tape... and my shoes\n  Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut\n  5 years later, for our label yea we own it\n  I started an empire, I ain't even old enough\n  To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop\n  This is for the nigga in the suburbs\n  And the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word\n  And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd\n  Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg\n  They say we ain't actin' right\n  Always try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white\n  But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em\n  Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking amps up\n  So instead of critiquing and bitchin', bein' mad as fuck\n  Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches\n"},{"id":1834729,"name":"Oldie - Live","trackName":"Oldie - Live","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Live At Splash!","duration":151.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"The big eared bandit is tossin' all his manners\nIn a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages\nTossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches\nSo when he says \"Catch up, nigga\" it looks like an accident\nUm, flowin' like my pad is the maxiest\nMy bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda\nIt's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada\nThen kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela\nPut her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain\nI never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton\nNot a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick head\nFlyer than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit\nSemen scented cheetah printed tee\nIn that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season\nPrevious items in the present\nWith the normal ass past like I cheated on my team\nIt's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)\n\nTo have some type of knowledge that is one perception\nBut knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus\nI'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless\nSmiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses\nChildren who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin'\nI'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the hood\nWhips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your rims\nCoke diamonds and your Vette, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot\nAnd salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' brrrooop\nIt's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop\nAnd out my Kool aid, Juice\n\nHodgy got the juice, I got the gin\nJasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in\nWolf Gang party at the hotel\nI call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell\nYou know Left Brain need a freak\nI need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat\nYup, uh, and her ass fat\nDon't be surprised if I ask where the hash at\nNigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher\nDomo where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter\nStill bang salute me or just shoot me\nCause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting\nYeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack\nThe king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac\nWe like the mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up\nAnd if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct\nFree my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much\nBut two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus\n\nWhat the fuck is caution?\nOften I leave 'em flossing in KAWS, exes next to coffins\nLost in translation, the dreams you chase\nGot you diving for the plates like you stealing home base\nThat's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones\nWith Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on\nAnd Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp\nThree lettermans that Ace has been making him\nNo strays while we catching matinees, huh?\nI'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those days\nI had the top off the GT3 like toupees\nOne finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays\nMy grand scheme of things is to be attached\nTo the game like bitches to their wedding rings\nAnd you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene\nIn the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining\nLike the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem\nIf you say \"Get 'em Mike G\" then I got 'em\nOne man squadron, nigga I'm a problem\nFrom Briggs I got bars and plans to\nPimp these Polish bitches into pop stars\nHumanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still\nAnd if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real\nOF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh\n\nIt's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped\nWith my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not\nKnow your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop\nBitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock\nI've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot\nBig wheel was a big deal with the water Glocks\nNow I'm all grown, same song, just a different waltz\nFire what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop\nOp, Dom next shit in your wish list\nMad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches\nOn some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list\nAnd I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff outta this bitch\nOdd in your mothafuckin' area\nBlood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya\nSuicide flow, let the big wave carry ya\nTyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up\nAnd fuck your team, ho nigga wassup\nWolf Gang so you know we not giving no fucks\nYou know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can\nCut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up\n\nGet me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga\n\nRent a super car for a day\nDrive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze\nBro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day\nBut just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say\nI'm hi and I'm bi, wait I mean I'm straight\nI'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes\nMy brother give it some time, Morris, and Day\nCourse you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes\nOn the song, cut and you could sample the feel\nHeadphone bleed, make this shit sound real\nUsed to work the grill, Fatburger and fries\nThen I made a mil and them psychics was liars\nNow, how many fucking crystal balls can I buy and own\nHumble old me had to flex for the folks\nDown in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone\nBumping oldies off my cellular phone\nYeah, bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n\nGoddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard\nGotta do it over and over and over again but here it go\n\nHey it's Jasper, not even a rapper\nOnly on this beat to make my racks grow faster\nGot a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor\nPot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle\nRollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell\nStill ignorant, still hit a bitch\nWolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit\nCatch me in the back with Miley on my lap\nBong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat\n\nHah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick\nJust for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket\nFuck it, Wolf Gang (Yeah, fuck that)\n\nLook, for contrast, here's a pair of lips\nSwallowin' sarapin and settin' fire to sheriff's whips\n(Whoops, whoops!) fuckin' All-American terrorist\nCrushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick\nAnd me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'\nAnd lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is\nSpit til' the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss\nFlow remind these niggas where embarrassed is\nNarrow, tight line, might impair him since\nI made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type\nFeral, fuckin'-ill-apparel-wearin' pack of parasites\nThrew his own youth off the roof after paradise\nLa di da di, back in here to fuck the party up\nRaidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun\nNever dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks\nAnd 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous\nCall him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe\nOff the wall loafers, Four Loko and a cobra clutch\nVocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum\nAnd let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole is numb\nThe culprit of the potent punch\nScoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup\nOr Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck\nShittin' like his colon bust\nBelly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum\nSupernova, I'm rollin' over the novices\nAnd roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as his porridge is\nStay gold 'til the case closed and the story end\nPost mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it\nTo escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips\nBored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list\nStormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass\nScorchin', leave these motherfuckers sore in torso and face\nGet at me, we savages, half a pack of Apache\nIndian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence\nAs a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky\nSo see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi\nUh, back like lateral passin'\nWith that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'\nAs an addict I let Percocet and Xannies relax me\nFall back if your paddies is Maxi, please\n\nOF, shit that's all I got\nFrom my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac\nFrom that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Nak\nShreddin' down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block\nStorefront, knee tat\nBook cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks\nAnd grip tape... and my shoes\nUm, I was 15 when I first drew that donut\n5 years later, for our label yea we own it\nI started an empire, I ain't even old enough\nTo drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop\nThis is for the nigga in the suburbs\nAnd the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word\nAnd the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd\nCause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg\nThey say we ain't actin' right\nAlways try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white\nBut they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em\nRadical's my anthem, turn my fucking amps up\nSo instead of critiquing and bitchin', bein' mad as fuck\nJust admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05]Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album, you feel me, son? (Yeah)\n[00:03.78]Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas (hip-Hop, hip-Hop)\n[00:06.17]Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies (hip-Hop), shouts out to Left Brizzle\n[00:10.36](Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air)\n[00:10.97]Shouts out to Domyen, shouts out to Frankie Ocean (and wave 'em like you just don't care)\n[00:15.66]Shouts out to Syd the Dude (hip-Hop, hip-Hop)\n[00:18.42]Shouts out to L-Boy, awk (hip-Hop)\n[00:21.41]I told them niggas haha\n[00:24.15]The big-eared bandit is tossin' all his manners\n[00:26.74]In a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages\n[00:29.59]I'm tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches\n[00:32.45]So when he says, \"Catch up, nigga,\" it looks like an accident\n[00:35.79]I'm flowing like my pad is the maxiest\n[00:37.82]My bitch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda\n[00:40.48]It's the dark-skinned nigga, kissing bitches in Canada\n[00:43.23]Thеn kick them all out like Mr. Lawrencе did Pamela\n[00:46.08]I put them in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain\n[00:48.95]Never had a Reason, nigga, I was just Ableton\n[00:51.63]Not a fucking Logic-contradicting dickhead\n[00:54.47]Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit\n[00:57.57]Semen-scented cheetah printed tee\n[00:59.55]In that God five-panel, I'll repeat it for the season (hahaha)\n[01:02.96]Previous items in the present\n[01:04.96]With the normal-ass past like I cheated on my team\n[01:07.65]It's fucking me, bitches\n[01:13.16]Wait a minute, hold up here\n[01:15.02]Hold on?\n[01:16.10]Awkward now, Jasper\n[01:17.83]You should do your verse, dude, like to no beat\n[01:20.85]Anybody wanna hear Jasper rap real quick? Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!\n[01:27.54]Go ahead Jasper\n[01:28.88]Hey, it's Jasper, not even a rapper\n[01:31.23]Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster\n[01:33.92]Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor\n[01:36.64]Pothead, half-baked, lookin' like Chappelle\n[01:39.40]Rollin' up the blunt with that fire from Hell\n[01:42.08]Still ignorant, still hit a bitch\n[01:44.77]Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit\n[01:47.02]And you catch me in the back with Miley's on my lap\n[01:49.63]Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat\n[01:52.22]Jasper!\n[01:56.01]Oh, thank you, man\n[01:58.19]Dude, you killed it, dude, that was sick\n[02:01.11]Yeah (Jasper's awesome)\n[02:01.93]It's started a lovely friendship with a lovely lady too\n[02:06.27]Yeah, shouts out to G-Unit\n[02:09.85]Shouts out to Cheif Keef too\n[02:12.22](Tyler)\n[02:13.32]Oh hey, I'll, I'll, come down there soon\n[02:15.18]Baby, can I just finish my set?\n[02:17.79]I got a couple more songs left, if you want me off of here, dude\n[02:21.00]Just, just bear with me, thanks\n[02:27.33]Oh, you want water? 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'\n    start_ms: 147896\n  - text: '(Oh '\n    start_ms: 148816\n  - text: sick)\n    start_ms: 148996\n- text: Oh, they said, \"Where's water?\"\n  start_ms: 149062\n  end_ms: 150362\n  words:\n  - text: 'Oh, '\n    start_ms: 149062\n  - text: 'they '\n    start_ms: 149162\n  - text: 'said, '\n    start_ms: 149362\n  - text: '\"Where''s '\n    start_ms: 149562\n  - text: water?\"\n    start_ms: 149902\nplain: |-\n  The big eared bandit is tossin' all his manners\n  In a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages\n  Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches\n  So when he says \"Catch up, nigga\" it looks like an accident\n  Um, flowin' like my pad is the maxiest\n  My bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda\n  It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada\n  Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela\n  Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain\n  I never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton\n  Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick head\n  Flyer than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit\n  Semen scented cheetah printed tee\n  In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season\n  Previous items in the present\n  With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team\n  It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)\n\n  To have some type of knowledge that is one perception\n  But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus\n  I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless\n  Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses\n  Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin'\n  I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the hood\n  Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your rims\n  Coke diamonds and your Vette, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot\n  And salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' brrrooop\n  It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop\n  And out my Kool aid, Juice\n\n  Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin\n  Jasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in\n  Wolf Gang party at the hotel\n  I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell\n  You know Left Brain need a freak\n  I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat\n  Yup, uh, and her ass fat\n  Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at\n  Nigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher\n  Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter\n  Still bang salute me or just shoot me\n  Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting\n  Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack\n  The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac\n  We like the mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up\n  And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct\n  Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much\n  But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus\n\n  What the fuck is caution?\n  Often I leave 'em flossing in KAWS, exes next to coffins\n  Lost in translation, the dreams you chase\n  Got you diving for the plates like you stealing home base\n  That's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones\n  With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on\n  And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp\n  Three lettermans that Ace has been making him\n  No strays while we catching matinees, huh?\n  I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those days\n  I had the top off the GT3 like toupees\n  One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays\n  My grand scheme of things is to be attached\n  To the game like bitches to their wedding rings\n  And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene\n  In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining\n  Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem\n  If you say \"Get 'em Mike G\" then I got 'em\n  One man squadron, nigga I'm a problem\n  From Briggs I got bars and plans to\n  Pimp these Polish bitches into pop stars\n  Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still\n  And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real\n  OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh\n\n  It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped\n  With my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not\n  Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop\n  Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock\n  I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot\n  Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glocks\n  Now I'm all grown, same song, just a different waltz\n  Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop\n  Op, Dom next shit in your wish list\n  Mad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches\n  On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list\n  And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff outta this bitch\n  Odd in your mothafuckin' area\n  Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya\n  Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya\n  Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up\n  And fuck your team, ho nigga wassup\n  Wolf Gang so you know we not giving no fucks\n  You know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can\n  Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up\n\n  Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga\n\n  Rent a super car for a day\n  Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze\n  Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day\n  But just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say\n  I'm hi and I'm bi, wait I mean I'm straight\n  I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes\n  My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day\n  Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes\n  On the song, cut and you could sample the feel\n  Headphone bleed, make this shit sound real\n  Used to work the grill, Fatburger and fries\n  Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars\n  Now, how many fucking crystal balls can I buy and own\n  Humble old me had to flex for the folks\n  Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone\n  Bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n  Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular phone\n\n  Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard\n  Gotta do it over and over and over again but here it go\n\n  Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper\n  Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster\n  Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor\n  Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle\n  Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell\n  Still ignorant, still hit a bitch\n  Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit\n  Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap\n  Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat\n\n  Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick\n  Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket\n  Fuck it, Wolf Gang (Yeah, fuck that)\n\n  Look, for contrast, here's a pair of lips\n  Swallowin' sarapin and settin' fire to sheriff's whips\n  (Whoops, whoops!) fuckin' All-American terrorist\n  Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick\n  And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'\n  And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is\n  Spit til' the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss\n  Flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is\n  Narrow, tight line, might impair him since\n  I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type\n  Feral, fuckin'-ill-apparel-wearin' pack of parasites\n  Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise\n  La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up\n  Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun\n  Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks\n  And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous\n  Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe\n  Off the wall loafers, Four Loko and a cobra clutch\n  Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum\n  And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole is numb\n  The culprit of the potent punch\n  Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup\n  Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck\n  Shittin' like his colon bust\n  Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum\n  Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices\n  And roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as his porridge is\n  Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end\n  Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it\n  To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips\n  Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list\n  Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass\n  Scorchin', leave these motherfuckers sore in torso and face\n  Get at me, we savages, half a pack of Apache\n  Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence\n  As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky\n  So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi\n  Uh, back like lateral passin'\n  With that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'\n  As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies relax me\n  Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, please\n\n  OF, shit that's all I got\n  From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac\n  From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Nak\n  Shreddin' down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block\n  Storefront, knee tat\n  Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks\n  And grip tape... and my shoes\n  Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut\n  5 years later, for our label yea we own it\n  I started an empire, I ain't even old enough\n  To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop\n  This is for the nigga in the suburbs\n  And the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word\n  And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd\n  Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg\n  They say we ain't actin' right\n  Always try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white\n  But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em\n  Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking amps up\n  So instead of critiquing and bitchin', bein' mad as fuck\n  Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches\n"}]