[{"id":9427906,"name":"Canaan's Bracelet","trackName":"Canaan's Bracelet","artistName":"Vinnie Paz","albumName":"Camouflage Regime","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"9 Millimeter (Point 8)\nA 38 revolver it really hurts\nI had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad\n(Real Bad)\nThat's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\nGuys don't fight anymore\n(They don't do what we do)\nThey used to fight but they don't do that anymore\nGuns, all about shootin'\n(Takin' em' out)\nWhen it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n(Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\nPistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\nMy ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\nYou wanna go gun for gun, then come party\nAnd if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\nBattiman, homie you the walking definition\nAllah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\nI'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\nThis ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\nI'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\nGlock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\nEvery living thing grow from a seed\nAnd these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\nSee this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\nSo it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\nCamouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\nI ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\nDoma\n\n5-star [?] elite Akhbar\nLines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\nSplash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\nYoung gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\nAny track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\nDo more than just kill a song\nPhysically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\nIntense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\nLook what I'm ridin' for\nBasically was born to score, boss you should honor more\nJust a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\nYeah whack rappers were crossed\nMakhti never endorsed\nI just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n[?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\nBlack Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\nNarcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\nIf I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\nThey say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\nThe game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\nBlow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\nThe chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\nFlow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\nMy heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\nYou'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\nI supply the bros who supply the bros\nI buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\nI supply the bros who supply the bros\nThat's a lot of dope\nI gotta go\nPina colada flows Prada coats\nCustom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope\nNo tears dripping for beer sippers\nAncient prayer scriptures\nGucci flare zippers with weird slippers\n\nOn Allah, that's my word we ain't taking no L's\nLet off the 5th, after that I'ma pick up the shells\nOne of my verses get the whole team out on bail\nAnother verse put the Colombian up on the scale\nPut the hammer to the nail I am just setting the sail\nMake me do time but nah man my mind won't fail\nCoach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail\nSloppy with your gun work I see you leaving a trail\nPaz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo\nMafia snipe niggas, no Sammy Gravanos\nGambino shit nigga, it's mano e mano\nMultiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano\nYeah, 'cause my niggas, they wanna kill, kill, kill\nI try and tell them niggas chill, chill, chill\nNiggas thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill\nYou a vampire nigga, you should sharpen your grill\nCaste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah\nI can tell a killer by his looks and his aura\nLe Coq Sprotif, catch me in some Diadorras\nStand my ground like the whole state of Florida\nWhat","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Canaan's Bracelet\n  artist: Vinnie Paz\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  9 Millimeter (Point 8)\n  A 38 revolver it really hurts\n  I had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad\n  (Real Bad)\n  That's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\n  Guys don't fight anymore\n  (They don't do what we do)\n  They used to fight but they don't do that anymore\n  Guns, all about shootin'\n  (Takin' em' out)\n  When it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n  (Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\n  Pistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\n  My ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\n  You wanna go gun for gun, then come party\n  And if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\n  Battiman, homie you the walking definition\n  Allah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\n  I'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\n  This ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\n  I'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\n  Glock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\n  Every living thing grow from a seed\n  And these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\n  See this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\n  So it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\n  Camouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\n  I ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\n  Doma\n\n  5-star [?] elite Akhbar\n  Lines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\n  Splash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\n  Young gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\n  Any track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\n  Do more than just kill a song\n  Physically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\n  Intense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\n  Look what I'm ridin' for\n  Basically was born to score, boss you should honor more\n  Just a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\n  Yeah whack rappers were crossed\n  Makhti never endorsed\n  I just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n  [?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\n  Black Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\n  Narcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\n  If I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\n  They say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\n  The game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\n  Blow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\n  The chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\n  Flow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\n  My heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\n  You'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  I buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  That's a lot of dope\n  I gotta go\n  Pina colada flows Prada coats\n  Custom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope\n  No tears dripping for beer sippers\n  Ancient prayer scriptures\n  Gucci flare zippers with weird slippers\n\n  On Allah, that's my word we ain't taking no L's\n  Let off the 5th, after that I'ma pick up the shells\n  One of my verses get the whole team out on bail\n  Another verse put the Colombian up on the scale\n  Put the hammer to the nail I am just setting the sail\n  Make me do time but nah man my mind won't fail\n  Coach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail\n  Sloppy with your gun work I see you leaving a trail\n  Paz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo\n  Mafia snipe niggas, no Sammy Gravanos\n  Gambino shit nigga, it's mano e mano\n  Multiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano\n  Yeah, 'cause my niggas, they wanna kill, kill, kill\n  I try and tell them niggas chill, chill, chill\n  Niggas thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill\n  You a vampire nigga, you should sharpen your grill\n  Caste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah\n  I can tell a killer by his looks and his aura\n  Le Coq Sprotif, catch me in some Diadorras\n  Stand my ground like the whole state of Florida\n  What\n"},{"id":9427907,"name":"Canaan's Bracelet (Remix)","trackName":"Canaan's Bracelet (Remix)","artistName":"Vinnie Paz","albumName":"Camouflage Regime","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"9 Millimeter (Point 8)\nA 38 revolver it really hurts\nI had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad\n(Real Bad)\nThat's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\nGuys don't fight anymore\n(They don't do what we do)\nThey used to fight but they don't do that anymore\nGuns, all about shootin'\n(Takin' em' out)\nWhen it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n(Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\nPistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\nMy ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\nYou wanna go gun for gun, then come party\nAnd if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\nBattiman, homie you the walking definition\nAllah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\nI'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\nThis ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\nI'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\nGlock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\nEvery living thing grow from a seed\nAnd these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\nSee this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\nSo it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\nCamouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\nI ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\nDoma\n\n5-star [?] elite Akhbar\nLines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\nSplash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\nYoung gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\nAny track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\nDo more than just kill a song\nPhysically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\nIntense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\nLook what I'm ridin' for\nBasically was born to score, boss you should honor more\nJust a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\nYeah whack rappers were crossed\nMakhti never endorsed\nI just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n[?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\nBlack Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\nNarcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\nIf I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\nThey say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\nThe game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\nBlow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\nThe chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\nFlow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\nMy heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\nYou'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\nI supply the bros who supply the bros\nI buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\nI supply the bros who supply the bros\nThat's a lot of dope\nI gotta go\nPina colada flows Prada coats\nCustom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope\nNo tears dripping for beer sippers\nAncient prayer scriptures\nGucci flare zippers with weird slippers\n\nOn Allah, that's my word we ain't taking no L's\nLet off the 5th, after that I'ma pick up the shells\nOne of my verses get the whole team out on bail\nAnother verse put the Colombian up on the scale\nPut the hammer to the nail I am just setting the sail\nMake me do time but nah man my mind won't fail\nCoach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail\nSloppy with your gun work I see you leaving a trail\nPaz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo\nMafia snipe niggas, no Sammy Gravanos\nGambino shit nigga, it's mano e mano\nMultiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano\nYeah, 'cause my niggas, they wanna kill, kill, kill\nI try and tell them niggas chill, chill, chill\nNiggas thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill\nYou a vampire nigga, you should sharpen your grill\nCaste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah\nI can tell a killer by his looks and his aura\nLe Coq Sprotif, catch me in some Diadorras\nStand my ground like the whole state of Florida\nWhat","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Canaan's Bracelet (Remix)\n  artist: Vinnie Paz\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  9 Millimeter (Point 8)\n  A 38 revolver it really hurts\n  I had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad\n  (Real Bad)\n  That's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\n  Guys don't fight anymore\n  (They don't do what we do)\n  They used to fight but they don't do that anymore\n  Guns, all about shootin'\n  (Takin' em' out)\n  When it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n  (Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\n  Pistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\n  My ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\n  You wanna go gun for gun, then come party\n  And if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\n  Battiman, homie you the walking definition\n  Allah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\n  I'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\n  This ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\n  I'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\n  Glock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\n  Every living thing grow from a seed\n  And these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\n  See this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\n  So it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\n  Camouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\n  I ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\n  Doma\n\n  5-star [?] elite Akhbar\n  Lines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\n  Splash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\n  Young gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\n  Any track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\n  Do more than just kill a song\n  Physically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\n  Intense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\n  Look what I'm ridin' for\n  Basically was born to score, boss you should honor more\n  Just a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\n  Yeah whack rappers were crossed\n  Makhti never endorsed\n  I just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n  [?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\n  Black Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\n  Narcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\n  If I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\n  They say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\n  The game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\n  Blow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\n  The chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\n  Flow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\n  My heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\n  You'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  I buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  That's a lot of dope\n  I gotta go\n  Pina colada flows Prada coats\n  Custom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope\n  No tears dripping for beer sippers\n  Ancient prayer scriptures\n  Gucci flare zippers with weird slippers\n\n  On Allah, that's my word we ain't taking no L's\n  Let off the 5th, after that I'ma pick up the shells\n  One of my verses get the whole team out on bail\n  Another verse put the Colombian up on the scale\n  Put the hammer to the nail I am just setting the sail\n  Make me do time but nah man my mind won't fail\n  Coach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail\n  Sloppy with your gun work I see you leaving a trail\n  Paz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo\n  Mafia snipe niggas, no Sammy Gravanos\n  Gambino shit nigga, it's mano e mano\n  Multiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano\n  Yeah, 'cause my niggas, they wanna kill, kill, kill\n  I try and tell them niggas chill, chill, chill\n  Niggas thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill\n  You a vampire nigga, you should sharpen your grill\n  Caste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah\n  I can tell a killer by his looks and his aura\n  Le Coq Sprotif, catch me in some Diadorras\n  Stand my ground like the whole state of Florida\n  What\n"},{"id":35298852,"name":"Canaan's Bracelet","trackName":"Canaan's Bracelet","artistName":"Vinnie Paz, Tragedy Khadafi, Iron Sheikh, Agallah","albumName":"Camouflage Regime","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"9 Millimeter (Point 8)\nA 38 revolver it really hurts\nI had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad\n(Real Bad)\nThat's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\nGuys don't fight anymore\n(They don't do what we do)\nThey used to fight but they don't do that anymore\nGuns, all about shootin'\n(Takin' em' out)\nWhen it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n(Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\nPistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\nMy ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\nYou wanna go gun for gun, then come party\nAnd if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\nBattiman, homie you the walking definition\nAllah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\nI'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\nThis ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\nI'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\nGlock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\nEvery living thing grow from a seed\nAnd these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\nSee this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\nSo it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\nCamouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\nI ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\nDoma\n\n5-star [?] elite Akhbar\nLines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\nSplash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\nYoung gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\nAny track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\nDo more than just kill a song\nPhysically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\nIntense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\nLook what I'm ridin' for\nBasically was born to score, boss you should honor more\nJust a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\nYeah whack rappers were crossed\nMakhti never endorsed\nI just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n[?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\nBlack Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\nNarcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\nIf I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\nThey say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\nThe game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\nBlow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\nThe chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\nFlow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\nMy heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\nYou'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\nI supply the bros who supply the bros\nI buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\nI supply the bros who supply the bros\nThat's a lot of dope\nI gotta go\nPina colada flows Prada coats\nCustom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope\nNo tears dripping for beer sippers\nAncient prayer scriptures\nGucci flare zippers with weird slippers\n\nOn Allah, that's my word we ain't taking no L's\nLet off the 5th, after that I'ma pick up the shells\nOne of my verses get the whole team out on bail\nAnother verse put the Colombian up on the scale\nPut the hammer to the nail I am just setting the sail\nMake me do time but nah man my mind won't fail\nCoach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail\nSloppy with your gun work I see you leaving a trail\nPaz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo\nMafia snipe niggas, no Sammy Gravanos\nGambino shit nigga, it's mano e mano\nMultiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano\nYeah, 'cause my niggas, they wanna kill, kill, kill\nI try and tell them niggas chill, chill, chill\nNiggas thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill\nYou a vampire nigga, you should sharpen your grill\nCaste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah\nI can tell a killer by his looks and his aura\nLe Coq Sprotif, catch me in some Diadorras\nStand my ground like the whole state of Florida\nWhat","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Canaan's Bracelet\n  artist: Vinnie Paz, Tragedy Khadafi, Iron Sheikh, Agallah\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  9 Millimeter (Point 8)\n  A 38 revolver it really hurts\n  I had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad\n  (Real Bad)\n  That's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\n  Guys don't fight anymore\n  (They don't do what we do)\n  They used to fight but they don't do that anymore\n  Guns, all about shootin'\n  (Takin' em' out)\n  When it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n  (Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\n  Pistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\n  My ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\n  You wanna go gun for gun, then come party\n  And if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\n  Battiman, homie you the walking definition\n  Allah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\n  I'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\n  This ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\n  I'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\n  Glock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\n  Every living thing grow from a seed\n  And these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\n  See this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\n  So it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\n  Camouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\n  I ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\n  Doma\n\n  5-star [?] elite Akhbar\n  Lines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\n  Splash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\n  Young gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\n  Any track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\n  Do more than just kill a song\n  Physically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\n  Intense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\n  Look what I'm ridin' for\n  Basically was born to score, boss you should honor more\n  Just a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\n  Yeah whack rappers were crossed\n  Makhti never endorsed\n  I just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n  [?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\n  Black Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\n  Narcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\n  If I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\n  They say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\n  The game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\n  Blow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\n  The chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\n  Flow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\n  My heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\n  You'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  I buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  That's a lot of dope\n  I gotta go\n  Pina colada flows Prada coats\n  Custom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope\n  No tears dripping for beer sippers\n  Ancient prayer scriptures\n  Gucci flare zippers with weird slippers\n\n  On Allah, that's my word we ain't taking no L's\n  Let off the 5th, after that I'ma pick up the shells\n  One of my verses get the whole team out on bail\n  Another verse put the Colombian up on the scale\n  Put the hammer to the nail I am just setting the sail\n  Make me do time but nah man my mind won't fail\n  Coach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail\n  Sloppy with your gun work I see you leaving a trail\n  Paz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo\n  Mafia snipe niggas, no Sammy Gravanos\n  Gambino shit nigga, it's mano e mano\n  Multiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano\n  Yeah, 'cause my niggas, they wanna kill, kill, kill\n  I try and tell them niggas chill, chill, chill\n  Niggas thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill\n  You a vampire nigga, you should sharpen your grill\n  Caste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah\n  I can tell a killer by his looks and his aura\n  Le Coq Sprotif, catch me in some Diadorras\n  Stand my ground like the whole state of Florida\n  What\n"},{"id":35298853,"name":"Canaan's Bracelet","trackName":"Canaan's Bracelet","artistName":"Vinnie Paz, Tragedy Khadafi, Iron Sheikh, Agallah","albumName":"Camouflage Regime","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"9 Millimeter (Point 8)\nA 38 revolver it really hurts\nI had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad\n(Real Bad)\nThat's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\nGuys don't fight anymore\n(They don't do what we do)\nThey used to fight but they don't do that anymore\nGuns, all about shootin'\n(Takin' em' out)\nWhen it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n(Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\nPistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\nMy ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\nYou wanna go gun for gun, then come party\nAnd if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\nBattiman, homie you the walking definition\nAllah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\nI'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\nThis ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\nI'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\nGlock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\nEvery living thing grow from a seed\nAnd these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\nSee this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\nSo it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\nCamouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\nI ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\nDoma\n\n5-star [?] elite Akhbar\nLines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\nSplash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\nYoung gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\nAny track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\nDo more than just kill a song\nPhysically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\nIntense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\nLook what I'm ridin' for\nBasically was born to score, boss you should honor more\nJust a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\nYeah whack rappers were crossed\nMakhti never endorsed\nI just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n[?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\nBlack Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\nNarcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\nIf I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\nThey say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\nThe game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\nBlow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\nThe chrome hurky, but the clip long like old 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Gravanos\nGambino shit nigga, it's mano e mano\nMultiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano\nYeah, 'cause my niggas, they wanna kill, kill, kill\nI try and tell them niggas chill, chill, chill\nNiggas thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill\nYou a vampire nigga, you should sharpen your grill\nCaste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah\nI can tell a killer by his looks and his aura\nLe Coq Sprotif, catch me in some Diadorras\nStand my ground like the whole state of Florida\nWhat","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Canaan's Bracelet\n  artist: Vinnie Paz, Tragedy Khadafi, Iron Sheikh, Agallah\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  9 Millimeter (Point 8)\n  A 38 revolver it really hurts\n  I had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad\n  (Real Bad)\n  That's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\n  Guys don't fight anymore\n  (They don't do what we do)\n  They used to fight but they don't do that anymore\n  Guns, all about shootin'\n  (Takin' em' out)\n  When it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n  (Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\n  Pistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\n  My ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\n  You wanna go gun for gun, then come party\n  And if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\n  Battiman, homie you the walking definition\n  Allah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\n  I'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\n  This ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\n  I'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\n  Glock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\n  Every living thing grow from a seed\n  And these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\n  See this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\n  So it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\n  Camouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\n  I ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\n  Doma\n\n  5-star [?] elite Akhbar\n  Lines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\n  Splash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\n  Young gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\n  Any track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\n  Do more than just kill a song\n  Physically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\n  Intense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\n  Look what I'm ridin' for\n  Basically was born to score, boss you should honor more\n  Just a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\n  Yeah whack rappers were crossed\n  Makhti never endorsed\n  I just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n  [?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\n  Black Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\n  Narcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\n  If I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\n  They say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\n  The game over you could hang it up 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me It hurts real bad\n  (Real Bad)\n  That's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\n  Guys don't fight anymore\n  (They don't do what we do)\n  They used to fight but they don't do that anymore\n  Guns, all about shootin'\n  (Takin' em' out)\n  When it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n  (Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\n  Pistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\n  My ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\n  You wanna go gun for gun, then come party\n  And if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\n  Battiman, homie you the walking definition\n  Allah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\n  I'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\n  This ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\n  I'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\n  Glock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\n  Every living thing grow from a seed\n  And these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\n  See this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\n  So it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\n  Camouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\n  I ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\n  Doma\n\n  5-star [?] elite Akhbar\n  Lines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\n  Splash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\n  Young gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\n  Any track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\n  Do more than just kill a song\n  Physically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\n  Intense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\n  Look what I'm ridin' for\n  Basically was born to score, boss you should honor more\n  Just a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\n  Yeah whack rappers were crossed\n  Makhti never endorsed\n  I just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n  [?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\n  Black Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\n  Narcotic lines are raw, watch how I 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40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\nEvery living thing grow from a seed\nAnd these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\nSee this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\nSo it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\nCamouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\nI ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\nDoma\n\n5-star [?] elite Akhbar\nLines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\nSplash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\nYoung gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\nAny track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\nDo more than just kill a song\nPhysically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\nIntense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\nLook what I'm ridin' for\nBasically was born to score, boss you should honor more\nJust a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\nYeah whack rappers were crossed\nMakhti never endorsed\nI just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n[?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\nBlack Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\nNarcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\nIf I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\nThey say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\nThe game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\nBlow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\nThe chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\nFlow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\nMy heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\nYou'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\nI supply the bros who supply the bros\nI buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\nI supply the bros who supply the bros\nThat's a lot of dope\nI gotta go\nPina colada flows Prada coats\nCustom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope\nNo tears dripping for beer sippers\nAncient prayer scriptures\nGucci flare zippers with weird slippers\n\nOn Allah, that's my word we ain't taking no L's\nLet off the 5th, after that I'ma pick up the shells\nOne of my verses get the whole team out on bail\nAnother verse put the Colombian up on the scale\nPut the hammer to the nail I am just setting the sail\nMake me do time but nah man my mind won't fail\nCoach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail\nSloppy with your gun work I see you leaving a trail\nPaz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo\nMafia snipe niggas, no Sammy Gravanos\nGambino shit nigga, it's mano e mano\nMultiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano\nYeah, 'cause my niggas, they wanna kill, kill, kill\nI try and tell them niggas chill, chill, chill\nNiggas thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill\nYou a vampire nigga, you should sharpen your grill\nCaste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah\nI can tell a killer by his looks and his aura\nLe Coq Sprotif, catch me in some Diadorras\nStand my ground like the whole state of Florida\nWhat","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Canaan's Bracelet\n  artist: Vinnie Paz, Tragedy Khadafi, Iron Sheikh, Agallah\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  9 Millimeter (Point 8)\n  A 38 revolver it really hurts\n  I had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad\n  (Real Bad)\n  That's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\n  Guys don't fight anymore\n  (They don't do what we do)\n  They used to fight but they don't do that anymore\n  Guns, all about shootin'\n  (Takin' em' out)\n  When it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n  (Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\n  Pistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\n  My ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\n  You wanna go gun for gun, then come party\n  And if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\n  Battiman, homie you the walking definition\n  Allah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\n  I'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\n  This ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\n  I'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\n  Glock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\n  Every living thing grow from a seed\n  And these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\n  See this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\n  So it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\n  Camouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\n  I ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\n  Doma\n\n  5-star [?] elite Akhbar\n  Lines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\n  Splash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\n  Young gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\n  Any track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\n  Do more than just kill a song\n  Physically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\n  Intense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\n  Look what I'm ridin' for\n  Basically was born to score, boss you should honor more\n  Just a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\n  Yeah whack rappers were crossed\n  Makhti never endorsed\n  I just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n  [?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\n  Black Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\n  Narcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\n  If I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\n  They say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\n  The game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\n  Blow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\n  The chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\n  Flow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\n  My heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\n  You'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  I buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  That's a lot of dope\n  I gotta go\n  Pina colada flows Prada coats\n  Custom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope\n  No tears dripping for beer sippers\n  Ancient prayer scriptures\n  Gucci flare zippers with weird slippers\n\n  On Allah, that's my word we ain't taking no L's\n  Let off the 5th, after that I'ma pick up the shells\n  One of my verses get the whole team out on bail\n  Another verse put the Colombian up on the scale\n  Put the hammer to the nail I am just setting the sail\n  Make me do time but nah man my mind won't fail\n  Coach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail\n  Sloppy with your gun work I see you leaving a trail\n  Paz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo\n  Mafia snipe niggas, no Sammy Gravanos\n  Gambino shit nigga, it's mano e mano\n  Multiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano\n  Yeah, 'cause my niggas, they wanna kill, kill, kill\n  I try and tell them niggas chill, chill, chill\n  Niggas thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill\n  You a vampire nigga, you should sharpen your grill\n  Caste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah\n  I can tell a killer by his looks and his aura\n  Le Coq Sprotif, catch me in some 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Agallah & Sheikh, Iron\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  9 Millimeter (Point 8)\n  A 38 revolver it really hurts\n  I had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad\n  (Real Bad)\n  That's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\n  Guys don't fight anymore\n  (They don't do what we do)\n  They used to fight but they don't do that anymore\n  Guns, all about shootin'\n  (Takin' em' out)\n  When it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n  (Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\n  Pistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\n  My ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\n  You wanna go gun for gun, then come party\n  And if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\n  Battiman, homie you the walking definition\n  Allah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\n  I'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\n  This ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\n  I'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\n  Glock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\n  Every living thing grow from a seed\n  And these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\n  See this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\n  So it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\n  Camouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\n  I ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\n  Doma\n\n  5-star [?] elite Akhbar\n  Lines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\n  Splash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\n  Young gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\n  Any track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\n  Do more than just kill a song\n  Physically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\n  Intense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\n  Look what I'm ridin' for\n  Basically was born to score, boss you should honor more\n  Just a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\n  Yeah whack rappers were crossed\n  Makhti never endorsed\n  I just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n  [?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\n  Black Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\n  Narcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\n  If I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\n  They say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\n  The game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\n  Blow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\n  The chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\n  Flow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\n  My heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\n  You'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  I buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  That's a lot of dope\n  I gotta go\n  Pina colada flows Prada coats\n  Custom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope\n  No tears dripping for beer sippers\n  Ancient prayer scriptures\n  Gucci flare zippers with weird slippers\n\n  On Allah, that's my word we ain't taking no L's\n  Let off the 5th, after that I'ma pick up the shells\n  One of my verses get the whole team out on bail\n  Another verse put the Colombian up on the scale\n  Put the hammer to the nail I am just setting the sail\n  Make me do time but nah man my mind won't fail\n  Coach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail\n  Sloppy with your gun work I see you leaving a trail\n  Paz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo\n  Mafia snipe niggas, no Sammy Gravanos\n  Gambino shit nigga, it's mano e mano\n  Multiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano\n  Yeah, 'cause my niggas, they wanna kill, kill, kill\n  I try and tell them niggas chill, chill, chill\n  Niggas thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill\n  You a vampire nigga, you should sharpen your grill\n  Caste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah\n  I can tell a killer by his looks and his aura\n  Le Coq Sprotif, catch me in some Diadorras\n  Stand my ground like the whole state of Florida\n  What\n"},{"id":12082066,"name":"Canaan's Bracelet","trackName":"Canaan's Bracelet","artistName":"Vinnie Paz & Tragedy Khadafi feat. 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Agallah & Iron Sheikh\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  9 Millimeter (Point 8)\n  A 38 revolver it really hurts\n  I had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad\n  (Real Bad)\n  That's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\n  Guys don't fight anymore\n  (They don't do what we do)\n  They used to fight but they don't do that anymore\n  Guns, all about shootin'\n  (Takin' em' out)\n  When it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n  (Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\n  Pistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\n  My ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\n  You wanna go gun for gun, then come party\n  And if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\n  Battiman, homie you the walking definition\n  Allah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\n  I'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\n  This ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\n  I'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\n  Glock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\n  Every living thing grow from a seed\n  And these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\n  See this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\n  So it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\n  Camouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\n  I ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\n  Doma\n\n  5-star [?] elite Akhbar\n  Lines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\n  Splash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\n  Young gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\n  Any track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\n  Do more than just kill a song\n  Physically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\n  Intense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\n  Look what I'm ridin' for\n  Basically was born to score, boss you should honor more\n  Just a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\n  Yeah whack rappers were crossed\n  Makhti never endorsed\n  I just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n  [?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\n  Black Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\n  Narcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\n  If I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\n  They say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\n  The game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\n  Blow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\n  The chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\n  Flow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\n  My heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\n  You'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  I buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  That's a lot of dope\n  I gotta go\n  Pina colada flows Prada coats\n  Custom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope\n  No tears dripping for beer sippers\n  Ancient prayer scriptures\n  Gucci flare zippers with weird slippers\n\n  On Allah, that's my word we ain't taking no L's\n  Let off the 5th, after that I'ma pick up the shells\n  One of my verses get the whole team out on bail\n  Another verse put the Colombian up on the scale\n  Put the hammer to the nail I am just setting the sail\n  Make me do time but nah man my mind won't fail\n  Coach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail\n  Sloppy with your gun work I see you leaving a trail\n  Paz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo\n  Mafia snipe niggas, no Sammy Gravanos\n  Gambino shit nigga, it's mano e mano\n  Multiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano\n  Yeah, 'cause my niggas, they wanna kill, kill, kill\n  I try and tell them niggas chill, chill, chill\n  Niggas thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill\n  You a vampire nigga, you should sharpen your grill\n  Caste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah\n  I can tell a killer by his looks and his aura\n  Le Coq Sprotif, catch me in some Diadorras\n  Stand 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honor more\nJust a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\nYeah whack rappers were crossed\nMakhti never endorsed\nI just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n[?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\nBlack Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\nNarcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\nIf I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\nThey say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\nThe game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\nBlow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\nThe chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\nFlow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\nMy heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\nYou'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\nI supply the bros who supply the bros\nI buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\nI supply the bros who supply the bros\nThat's a lot of dope\nI gotta go\nPina colada flows Prada coats\nCustom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope\nNo 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homie you the walking definition\n  Allah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\n  I'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\n  This ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\n  I'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\n  Glock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\n  Every living thing grow from a seed\n  And these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\n  See this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\n  So it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\n  Camouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\n  I ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\n  Doma\n\n  5-star [?] elite Akhbar\n  Lines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\n  Splash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\n  Young gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\n  Any track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\n  Do more than just kill a song\n  Physically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\n  Intense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\n  Look what I'm ridin' for\n  Basically was born to score, boss you should honor more\n  Just a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\n  Yeah whack rappers were crossed\n  Makhti never endorsed\n  I just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n  [?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\n  Black Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\n  Narcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\n  If I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\n  They say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\n  The game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\n  Blow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\n  The chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\n  Flow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\n  My heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\n  You'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  I buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\n  I supply the bros who 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Tragedy Khadafi\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  9 Millimeter (Point 8)\n  A 38 revolver it really hurts\n  I had 6 of them in me It hurts real bad\n  (Real Bad)\n  That's why right now I issue then receivin' I ships it\n  Guys don't fight anymore\n  (They don't do what we do)\n  They used to fight but they don't do that anymore\n  Guns, all about shootin'\n  (Takin' em' out)\n  When it comes to the homefront (right) that's when we use them\n  (Yes) and when he comes shootin' us we go back and shoot him\n\n  Pistol grip pump on my lap it's an armed robbery\n  My ahki did 3 in the feds like he Ron Isley\n  You wanna go gun for gun, then come party\n  And if it's gonna be a jihad then bomb wisely\n  Battiman, homie you the walking definition\n  Allah know I rather ask for forgiveness than permission\n  I'm on my square ain't no one can knock me out position\n  This ain't a rhyme ahki this a fucking demolition\n  I'm from Philly homie, everywhere is gunfire\n  Glock 40 cripple you, I'm out before the blood dry\n  Every living thing grow from a seed\n  And these bullets got your name on 'em I hope you can read\n  See this semi-auto ugly but it definitely jam\n  So it's 2 revolvers on me like Yosemite Sam\n  Camouflage Regime, what the fuck you expect?\n  I ain't asking homie just give me my fucking respect\n  Doma\n\n  5-star [?] elite Akhbar\n  Lines harder than penitentiary bars just to beat the odds\n  Splash you in bodily parts, your arm is getting scarred\n  Young gun, I been a don, no rapper can hold 'em on\n  Any track on impact I spit my whole gorilla on\n  Do more than just kill a song\n  Physically i murder the track 'til the beats soul is gone\n  Intense heat inside of my lines hot as a sun core\n  Look what I'm ridin' for\n  Basically was born to score, boss you should honor more\n  Just a diamond in force clappin' your whole squadron off\n  Yeah whack rappers were crossed\n  Makhti never endorsed\n  I just pay to knock 'em off, and enforcin' the holocaust\n  [?] inside the booth tossin' molotovs\n  Black Mikhail Gorbachev, the hood Hyman Roth\n  Narcotic lines are raw, watch how I just get 'em off\n  If I stepped away the whole rap game be at a total loss\n\n  They say the Iron Sheikh hotter than hell but the soul thirsty\n  The game over you could hang it up like the old derbys\n  Blow purpy hoes curvy like Nicole Murphy\n  The chrome hurky, but the clip long like old slurpys\n  Flow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey\n  My heroine is medicine, who goin' cold turkey?\n  You'll die alone and buy and moan eating firestones\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  I buy the clothes for the flyest hoes, that's a lot of dough\n  I supply the bros who supply the bros\n  That's a lot of dope\n  I gotta go\n  Pina colada flows Prada coats\n  Custom made Gabbana boats with a lotta dope\n  No tears dripping for beer sippers\n  Ancient prayer scriptures\n  Gucci flare zippers with weird slippers\n\n  On Allah, that's my word we ain't taking no L's\n  Let off the 5th, after that I'ma pick up the shells\n  One of my verses get the whole team out on bail\n  Another verse put the Colombian up on the scale\n  Put the hammer to the nail I am just setting the sail\n  Make me do time but nah man my mind won't fail\n  Coach to this lifestyle, you gotta follow the grail\n  Sloppy with your gun work I see you leaving a trail\n  Paz, Tragedy and Agallah helluva combo\n  Mafia snipe niggas, no Sammy Gravanos\n  Gambino shit nigga, it's mano e mano\n  Multiple gunshot wounds like Paul Castellano\n  Yeah, 'cause my niggas, they wanna kill, kill, kill\n  I try and tell them niggas chill, chill, chill\n  Niggas thirsty, they wanna see the blood all spill\n  You a vampire nigga, you should sharpen your grill\n  Caste you in a 3D printer man we like Gomorrah\n  I can tell a killer by his looks and his aura\n  Le Coq Sprotif, catch me in some Diadorras\n  Stand my ground like the whole state of Florida\n  What\n"}]