[{"id":9432245,"name":"Thought Machine","trackName":"Thought Machine","artistName":"Vinnie Paz","albumName":"Camouflage Regime","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cry out when the pain is greatest\nNo Hittite warrior cries out in pain\nThere?\nYes\nIt's as I fear Lord commander,\nyour skull must be opened and the evil removed with a knife\nIs this an Egyptian plot?\nTo murder our commander at a time where...\nAt a time when you're planning war on Egypt?\nIt was you that brought me here from Babylon my lords,\nI take no interest in your plans,\nI have no country. Egypt least of all\n\nMessiah mind, flyer wise (?) reading higher signs\nLobotomise, we rack guys my style minimise\nSublime with a killer strut, modern day (?)\nFor all those chasing the bag and choose to live it up\nWhat, hah, give it up In the streets feeding us\nIn this world you either make motion or your life is stuck\nBorn inside the crack era, y'all not as deep as us\nYoungins that embrace guns and darkness when the evil touch\nYeah, form a deeper lust\nNo one you can seem to trust\nCold hearts, playing their part slugs through evil stuff\nYeah but I ain't got all the answers\nIt's a salute when you were dancing\nLife is a high-stake gamble that I learned to take a chance with\n(?) features on my pivot, emperor stances\nKhadaf (?) is highly impeccable advanced with\nDodgin' government drones, hiding my face from cameras\nSalute the fans and supporters who learn to always stand us\n\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets\n\nHow this dumb motherfucker try say that he God\nHe light work for me just another day on the job\nAnd them (?) gonna say he a slob\nAnd these guns symbolise God, day that he die\nIt's lights out pussy whenever the savage bang\nSix hours spin his fucking body like a baggage claim\nIt's all big pistols on me, nothing on me light\nAnd the silencer is looking like a muffler on a bike\nIf we ride then the only one that's living is I\nAnd it's bodies everywhere like (?)\nI'm really living life homie you just living to die\nAnd my hit is heavy (?) visitin Jah\nIn other words we just looking to kill\nI extended the invitation so I'm footing the bill\nHis heart beatin' fast comin' out of his chest\nAnd it's more than bars pa cos it's how you finesse\nBattiman\n\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thought Machine\n  artist: Vinnie Paz\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cry out when the pain is greatest\n  No Hittite warrior cries out in pain\n  There?\n  Yes\n  It's as I fear Lord commander,\n  your skull must be opened and the evil removed with a knife\n  Is this an Egyptian plot?\n  To murder our commander at a time where...\n  At a time when you're planning war on Egypt?\n  It was you that brought me here from Babylon my lords,\n  I take no interest in your plans,\n  I have no country. Egypt least of all\n\n  Messiah mind, flyer wise (?) reading higher signs\n  Lobotomise, we rack guys my style minimise\n  Sublime with a killer strut, modern day (?)\n  For all those chasing the bag and choose to live it up\n  What, hah, give it up In the streets feeding us\n  In this world you either make motion or your life is stuck\n  Born inside the crack era, y'all not as deep as us\n  Youngins that embrace guns and darkness when the evil touch\n  Yeah, form a deeper lust\n  No one you can seem to trust\n  Cold hearts, playing their part slugs through evil stuff\n  Yeah but I ain't got all the answers\n  It's a salute when you were dancing\n  Life is a high-stake gamble that I learned to take a chance with\n  (?) features on my pivot, emperor stances\n  Khadaf (?) is highly impeccable advanced with\n  Dodgin' government drones, hiding my face from cameras\n  Salute the fans and supporters who learn to always stand us\n\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n\n  How this dumb motherfucker try say that he God\n  He light work for me just another day on the job\n  And them (?) gonna say he a slob\n  And these guns symbolise God, day that he die\n  It's lights out pussy whenever the savage bang\n  Six hours spin his fucking body like a baggage claim\n  It's all big pistols on me, nothing on me light\n  And the silencer is looking like a muffler on a bike\n  If we ride then the only one that's living is I\n  And it's bodies everywhere like (?)\n  I'm really living life homie you just living to die\n  And my hit is heavy (?) visitin Jah\n  In other words we just looking to kill\n  I extended the invitation so I'm footing the bill\n  His heart beatin' fast comin' out of his chest\n  And it's more than bars pa cos it's how you finesse\n  Battiman\n\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n"},{"id":6580251,"name":"Thought Machine","trackName":"Thought Machine","artistName":"Vinnie Paz & Tragedy Khadafi","albumName":"Camouflage Regime","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cry out when the pain is greatest\nNo Hittite warrior cries out in pain\nThere?\nYes\nIt's as I fear Lord commander,\nYour skull must be opened and the evil removed with a knife\nIs this an Egyptian plot?\nTo murder our commander at a time where...\nAt a time when you're planning war on Egypt?\nIt was you that brought me here from Babylon my lords,\nI take no interest in your plans,\nI have no country. Egypt least of all\n\nMessiah mind, flyer wise (?) reading higher signs\nLobotomise, we rack guys my style minimise\nSublime with a killer strut, modern day (?)\nFor all those chasing the bag and choose to live it up\nWhat, hah, give it up In the streets feeding us\nIn this world you either make motion or your life is stuck\nBorn inside the crack era, y'all not as deep as us\nYoungins that embrace guns and darkness when the evil touch\nYeah, form a deeper lust\nNo one you can seem to trust\nCold hearts, playing their part slugs through evil stuff\nYeah but I ain't got all the answers\nIt's a salute when you were dancing\nLife is a high-stake gamble that I learned to take a chance with\n(?) features on my pivot, emperor stances\nKhadaf (?) is highly impeccable advanced with\nDodgin' government drones, hiding my face from cameras\nSalute the fans and supporters who learn to always stand us\n\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets\n\nHow this dumb motherfucker try say that he God\nHe light work for me just another day on the job\nAnd them (?) gonna say he a slob\nAnd these guns symbolise God, day that he die\nIt's lights out pussy whenever the savage bang\nSix hours spin his fucking body like a baggage claim\nIt's all big pistols on me, nothing on me light\nAnd the silencer is looking like a muffler on a bike\nIf we ride then the only one that's living is I\nAnd it's bodies everywhere like (?)\nI'm really living life homie you just living to die\nAnd my hit is heavy (?) visitin Jah\nIn other words we just looking to kill\nI extended the invitation so I'm footing the bill\nHis heart beatin' fast comin' out of his chest\nAnd it's more than bars pa cos it's how you finesse\nBattiman\n\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thought Machine\n  artist: Vinnie Paz & Tragedy Khadafi\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cry out when the pain is greatest\n  No Hittite warrior cries out in pain\n  There?\n  Yes\n  It's as I fear Lord commander,\n  Your skull must be opened and the evil removed with a knife\n  Is this an Egyptian plot?\n  To murder our commander at a time where...\n  At a time when you're planning war on Egypt?\n  It was you that brought me here from Babylon my lords,\n  I take no interest in your plans,\n  I have no country. Egypt least of all\n\n  Messiah mind, flyer wise (?) reading higher signs\n  Lobotomise, we rack guys my style minimise\n  Sublime with a killer strut, modern day (?)\n  For all those chasing the bag and choose to live it up\n  What, hah, give it up In the streets feeding us\n  In this world you either make motion or your life is stuck\n  Born inside the crack era, y'all not as deep as us\n  Youngins that embrace guns and darkness when the evil touch\n  Yeah, form a deeper lust\n  No one you can seem to trust\n  Cold hearts, playing their part slugs through evil stuff\n  Yeah but I ain't got all the answers\n  It's a salute when you were dancing\n  Life is a high-stake gamble that I learned to take a chance with\n  (?) features on my pivot, emperor stances\n  Khadaf (?) is highly impeccable advanced with\n  Dodgin' government drones, hiding my face from cameras\n  Salute the fans and supporters who learn to always stand us\n\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n\n  How this dumb motherfucker try say that he God\n  He light work for me just another day on the job\n  And them (?) gonna say he a slob\n  And these guns symbolise God, day that he die\n  It's lights out pussy whenever the savage bang\n  Six hours spin his fucking body like a baggage claim\n  It's all big pistols on me, nothing on me light\n  And the silencer is looking like a muffler on a bike\n  If we ride then the only one that's living is I\n  And it's bodies everywhere like (?)\n  I'm really living life homie you just living to die\n  And my hit is heavy (?) visitin Jah\n  In other words we just looking to kill\n  I extended the invitation so I'm footing the bill\n  His heart beatin' fast comin' out of his chest\n  And it's more than bars pa cos it's how you finesse\n  Battiman\n\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n"},{"id":11069617,"name":"Thought Machine","trackName":"Thought Machine","artistName":"Paz, Vinnie & Tragedy Khadafi","albumName":"Camouflage Regime","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cry out when the pain is greatest\nNo Hittite warrior cries out in pain\nThere?\nYes\nIt's as I fear Lord commander,\nyour skull must be opened and the evil removed with a knife\nIs this an Egyptian plot?\nTo murder our commander at a time where...\nAt a time when you're planning war on Egypt?\nIt was you that brought me here from Babylon my lords,\nI take no interest in your plans,\nI have no country. Egypt least of all\n\nMessiah mind, flyer wise (?) reading higher signs\nLobotomise, we rack guys my style minimise\nSublime with a killer strut, modern day (?)\nFor all those chasing the bag and choose to live it up\nWhat, hah, give it up In the streets feeding us\nIn this world you either make motion or your life is stuck\nBorn inside the crack era, y'all not as deep as us\nYoungins that embrace guns and darkness when the evil touch\nYeah, form a deeper lust\nNo one you can seem to trust\nCold hearts, playing their part slugs through evil stuff\nYeah but I ain't got all the answers\nIt's a salute when you were dancing\nLife is a high-stake gamble that I learned to take a chance with\n(?) features on my pivot, emperor stances\nKhadaf (?) is highly impeccable advanced with\nDodgin' government drones, hiding my face from cameras\nSalute the fans and supporters who learn to always stand us\n\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets\n\nHow this dumb motherfucker try say that he God\nHe light work for me just another day on the job\nAnd them (?) gonna say he a slob\nAnd these guns symbolise God, day that he die\nIt's lights out pussy whenever the savage bang\nSix hours spin his fucking body like a baggage claim\nIt's all big pistols on me, nothing on me light\nAnd the silencer is looking like a muffler on a bike\nIf we ride then the only one that's living is I\nAnd it's bodies everywhere like (?)\nI'm really living life homie you just living to die\nAnd my hit is heavy (?) visitin Jah\nIn other words we just looking to kill\nI extended the invitation so I'm footing the bill\nHis heart beatin' fast comin' out of his chest\nAnd it's more than bars pa cos it's how you finesse\nBattiman\n\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thought Machine\n  artist: Paz, Vinnie & Tragedy Khadafi\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cry out when the pain is greatest\n  No Hittite warrior cries out in pain\n  There?\n  Yes\n  It's as I fear Lord commander,\n  your skull must be opened and the evil removed with a knife\n  Is this an Egyptian plot?\n  To murder our commander at a time where...\n  At a time when you're planning war on Egypt?\n  It was you that brought me here from Babylon my lords,\n  I take no interest in your plans,\n  I have no country. Egypt least of all\n\n  Messiah mind, flyer wise (?) reading higher signs\n  Lobotomise, we rack guys my style minimise\n  Sublime with a killer strut, modern day (?)\n  For all those chasing the bag and choose to live it up\n  What, hah, give it up In the streets feeding us\n  In this world you either make motion or your life is stuck\n  Born inside the crack era, y'all not as deep as us\n  Youngins that embrace guns and darkness when the evil touch\n  Yeah, form a deeper lust\n  No one you can seem to trust\n  Cold hearts, playing their part slugs through evil stuff\n  Yeah but I ain't got all the answers\n  It's a salute when you were dancing\n  Life is a high-stake gamble that I learned to take a chance with\n  (?) features on my pivot, emperor stances\n  Khadaf (?) is highly impeccable advanced with\n  Dodgin' government drones, hiding my face from cameras\n  Salute the fans and supporters who learn to always stand us\n\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n\n  How this dumb motherfucker try say that he God\n  He light work for me just another day on the job\n  And them (?) gonna say he a slob\n  And these guns symbolise God, day that he die\n  It's lights out pussy whenever the savage bang\n  Six hours spin his fucking body like a baggage claim\n  It's all big pistols on me, nothing on me light\n  And the silencer is looking like a muffler on a bike\n  If we ride then the only one that's living is I\n  And it's bodies everywhere like (?)\n  I'm really living life homie you just living to die\n  And my hit is heavy (?) visitin Jah\n  In other words we just looking to kill\n  I extended the invitation so I'm footing the bill\n  His heart beatin' fast comin' out of his chest\n  And it's more than bars pa cos it's how you finesse\n  Battiman\n\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n"},{"id":6580250,"name":"Thought Machine","trackName":"Thought Machine","artistName":"Vinnie Paz feat. Tragedy Khadafi","albumName":"Camouflage Regime","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cry out when the pain is greatest\nNo Hittite warrior cries out in pain\nThere?\nYes\nIt's as I fear Lord commander,\nYour skull must be opened and the evil removed with a knife\nIs this an Egyptian plot?\nTo murder our commander at a time where...\nAt a time when you're planning war on Egypt?\nIt was you that brought me here from Babylon my lords,\nI take no interest in your plans,\nI have no country. Egypt least of all\n\nMessiah mind, flyer wise (?) reading higher signs\nLobotomise, we rack guys my style minimise\nSublime with a killer strut, modern day (?)\nFor all those chasing the bag and choose to live it up\nWhat, hah, give it up In the streets feeding us\nIn this world you either make motion or your life is stuck\nBorn inside the crack era, y'all not as deep as us\nYoungins that embrace guns and darkness when the evil touch\nYeah, form a deeper lust\nNo one you can seem to trust\nCold hearts, playing their part slugs through evil stuff\nYeah but I ain't got all the answers\nIt's a salute when you were dancing\nLife is a high-stake gamble that I learned to take a chance with\n(?) features on my pivot, emperor stances\nKhadaf (?) is highly impeccable advanced with\nDodgin' government drones, hiding my face from cameras\nSalute the fans and supporters who learn to always stand us\n\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets\n\nHow this dumb motherfucker try say that he God\nHe light work for me just another day on the job\nAnd them (?) gonna say he a slob\nAnd these guns symbolise God, day that he die\nIt's lights out pussy whenever the savage bang\nSix hours spin his fucking body like a baggage claim\nIt's all big pistols on me, nothing on me light\nAnd the silencer is looking like a muffler on a bike\nIf we ride then the only one that's living is I\nAnd it's bodies everywhere like (?)\nI'm really living life homie you just living to die\nAnd my hit is heavy (?) visitin Jah\nIn other words we just looking to kill\nI extended the invitation so I'm footing the bill\nHis heart beatin' fast comin' out of his chest\nAnd it's more than bars pa cos it's how you finesse\nBattiman\n\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets\nNocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\nHarder artistry in the booth so pardon me\nUpper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\nEat it like God (?) be\nHarder artistry for the streets","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thought Machine\n  artist: Vinnie Paz feat. Tragedy Khadafi\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cry out when the pain is greatest\n  No Hittite warrior cries out in pain\n  There?\n  Yes\n  It's as I fear Lord commander,\n  Your skull must be opened and the evil removed with a knife\n  Is this an Egyptian plot?\n  To murder our commander at a time where...\n  At a time when you're planning war on Egypt?\n  It was you that brought me here from Babylon my lords,\n  I take no interest in your plans,\n  I have no country. Egypt least of all\n\n  Messiah mind, flyer wise (?) reading higher signs\n  Lobotomise, we rack guys my style minimise\n  Sublime with a killer strut, modern day (?)\n  For all those chasing the bag and choose to live it up\n  What, hah, give it up In the streets feeding us\n  In this world you either make motion or your life is stuck\n  Born inside the crack era, y'all not as deep as us\n  Youngins that embrace guns and darkness when the evil touch\n  Yeah, form a deeper lust\n  No one you can seem to trust\n  Cold hearts, playing their part slugs through evil stuff\n  Yeah but I ain't got all the answers\n  It's a salute when you were dancing\n  Life is a high-stake gamble that I learned to take a chance with\n  (?) features on my pivot, emperor stances\n  Khadaf (?) is highly impeccable advanced with\n  Dodgin' government drones, hiding my face from cameras\n  Salute the fans and supporters who learn to always stand us\n\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n\n  How this dumb motherfucker try say that he God\n  He light work for me just another day on the job\n  And them (?) gonna say he a slob\n  And these guns symbolise God, day that he die\n  It's lights out pussy whenever the savage bang\n  Six hours spin his fucking body like a baggage claim\n  It's all big pistols on me, nothing on me light\n  And the silencer is looking like a muffler on a bike\n  If we ride then the only one that's living is I\n  And it's bodies everywhere like (?)\n  I'm really living life homie you just living to die\n  And my hit is heavy (?) visitin Jah\n  In other words we just looking to kill\n  I extended the invitation so I'm footing the bill\n  His heart beatin' fast comin' out of his chest\n  And it's more than bars pa cos it's how you finesse\n  Battiman\n\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n  Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat\n  Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me\n  Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep\n  Eat it like God (?) be\n  Harder artistry for the streets\n"}]