[{"id":13782022,"name":"Rare Specimen","trackName":"Rare Specimen","artistName":"Wax","albumName":"B.A.A.A.","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Flow so vibrant, no code defines it\nOn my own island, my phone on silent\nOver blown fly list, ill overthrow the pilot\nConditions missin like a pirate eye, you need a private eye to find it\nMy shit's aligned with divinely designed shit,\nRhyming is my natural invornment, EH.\nStill cold so the bill fold thrivin, smoke fumes billows,\nas a little cylocyben rekindles the drive to free my mind from\nconfinement, time unwinds a kinta twine on a spindle spine,\ntinglin rhyme deliverin is how my times spent,\nI defy u to devise lyrics as sly as I invent.\nEH,\nGood grief you can't do it chief,\ncold sweat's from it go get some damn flu relief,\nI just turned over a never leaf,\nyou get burned like you were keef or a skewer of beef,\nI'm a rare.\nSpecimen, do,do,do,da,do,\nEH, check it out,\nGun for hire for my peers under fire,\nUnder pressure ala a brezear's under wire,\nlike u rotten in hell u literally dead wrong,\nlike a cot in a cell I'm criminally slept on,\ngive it to me I kept going, my stamina's impeccable,\nametuars are skeptical,\nthey Neva went that extra extra decibel that finally makes the ear\ndrum pop, similar sound to when that last straws drops,\non the top proverbial camel back, cats can't handle that,\npressure make em crack, break ya Grama's back, from me far cries,\nits hard to out rap me, on my hard drive is were the bar out slaps be,\nYES, I am ill when I gets down,\nI am filled with the best sounds,\nBryan Wilson from pet sounds, giant hill top I stept down.\nFrom, to get\nA level of man royally, foiling ya devilish plans.\nCuz I'm a rare.\nSpecimen,\n((\nThere's just not a lot of them man, there's a lot of rappers,\nbut there's not a lot of rappers like me, And you know know what man,\nyou know what,you can be like that too man,\nyou can be the truest of snow flakes,\nIt's only one u an individualised, perfect, crystalized.\nWhatever man, check it out, YO,))\n\nUsed to be a wild mother fucker, now I'm more reserved,\nFrom the delivery service I purchase a order a herbs,\nlike they were orderves,\nsandwich's with tooth picks and olives,\nmy reputation for cleanliness matches Palmolives,\nI'm a solid source of fine rap you know that,\noh snap rewind that blow your mind rap, I'm that,\nyour mics an item you should think about pawning,\nyour chick is now fawning, cuz I stick out like an awning,\noutside idea's oh for me, I am surly one to improve them,\nmake you a quick mill, then say peace and keep it moving,\npile thousands loungin on a hamock as it swings,\nwhile your chick brings little samwiches and things,\nShe be tellin all her friends I'm so enamerd when he sings,\nwhile my pap - saving comes steadily, ching,ching,chings,\nWhile that fat lady bellows I'ma be mellow relaxing,\ngotta get some a that American\ndream, on a plate from which I'm eating,\nOh face it,the most vibe and so gracious,\ngot friends in both high and low places,\nwide load ta say that's why I'm loquacious,\nSo graced with style that's bodacious, you ever so tasteless,\nyou'll never know greatness, your efforts are so basic,\nmy clever flow is laced, with evasiveness, EH I leave no traces,\nshrouded in mystery like an episode of fucking cold cases,\nI swear I try not to be biased,\nbut the pinnicals of rap I am on the fucking highest,\nA peak from which I drop that upper echelon science,\nflat earther types get they worlds further flat and buy it,\nPeople deny it staunchly, I say hate all u want,\nyour whole family I will taunt, cousin, uncle, and aunt\nI treat the game like it was an all you can eat restaurant,\nAnd then I lay back in my lawn chair ah yea,\nI'ma rare.\nIt ain't often you see,\nA bad motha fucka like me, I'm different,\nI'm gifted, I rip shit ridiculously.\nEH.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rare Specimen\n  artist: Wax\n  album: B.A.A.A.\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Flow so vibrant, no code defines it\n  On my own island, my phone on silent\n  Over blown fly list, ill overthrow the pilot\n  Conditions missin like a pirate eye, you need a private eye to find it\n  My shit's aligned with divinely designed shit,\n  Rhyming is my natural invornment, EH.\n  Still cold so the bill fold thrivin, smoke fumes billows,\n  as a little cylocyben rekindles the drive to free my mind from\n  confinement, time unwinds a kinta twine on a spindle spine,\n  tinglin rhyme deliverin is how my times spent,\n  I defy u to devise lyrics as sly as I invent.\n  EH,\n  Good grief you can't do it chief,\n  cold sweat's from it go get some damn flu relief,\n  I just turned over a never leaf,\n  you get burned like you were keef or a skewer of beef,\n  I'm a rare.\n  Specimen, do,do,do,da,do,\n  EH, check it out,\n  Gun for hire for my peers under fire,\n  Under pressure ala a brezear's under wire,\n  like u rotten in hell u literally dead wrong,\n  like a cot in a cell I'm criminally slept on,\n  give it to me I kept going, my stamina's impeccable,\n  ametuars are skeptical,\n  they Neva went that extra extra decibel that finally makes the ear\n  drum pop, similar sound to when that last straws drops,\n  on the top proverbial camel back, cats can't handle that,\n  pressure make em crack, break ya Grama's back, from me far cries,\n  its hard to out rap me, on my hard drive is were the bar out slaps be,\n  YES, I am ill when I gets down,\n  I am filled with the best sounds,\n  Bryan Wilson from pet sounds, giant hill top I stept down.\n  From, to get\n  A level of man royally, foiling ya devilish plans.\n  Cuz I'm a rare.\n  Specimen,\n  ((\n  There's just not a lot of them man, there's a lot of rappers,\n  but there's not a lot of rappers like me, And you know know what man,\n  you know what,you can be like that too man,\n  you can be the truest of snow flakes,\n  It's only one u an individualised, perfect, crystalized.\n  Whatever man, check it out, YO,))\n\n  Used to be a wild mother fucker, now I'm more reserved,\n  From the delivery service I purchase a order a herbs,\n  like they were orderves,\n  sandwich's with tooth picks and olives,\n  my reputation for cleanliness matches Palmolives,\n  I'm a solid source of fine rap you know that,\n  oh snap rewind that blow your mind rap, I'm that,\n  your mics an item you should think about pawning,\n  your chick is now fawning, cuz I stick out like an awning,\n  outside idea's oh for me, I am surly one to improve them,\n  make you a quick mill, then say peace and keep it moving,\n  pile thousands loungin on a hamock as it swings,\n  while your chick brings little samwiches and things,\n  She be tellin all her friends I'm so enamerd when he sings,\n  while my pap - saving comes steadily, ching,ching,chings,\n  While that fat lady bellows I'ma be mellow relaxing,\n  gotta get some a that American\n  dream, on a plate from which I'm eating,\n  Oh face it,the most vibe and so gracious,\n  got friends in both high and low places,\n  wide load ta say that's why I'm loquacious,\n  So graced with style that's bodacious, you ever so tasteless,\n  you'll never know greatness, your efforts are so basic,\n  my clever flow is laced, with evasiveness, EH I leave no traces,\n  shrouded in mystery like an episode of fucking cold cases,\n  I swear I try not to be biased,\n  but the pinnicals of rap I am on the fucking highest,\n  A peak from which I drop that upper echelon science,\n  flat earther types get they worlds further flat and buy it,\n  People deny it staunchly, I say hate all u want,\n  your whole family I will taunt, cousin, uncle, and aunt\n  I treat the game like it was an all you can eat restaurant,\n  And then I lay back in my lawn chair ah yea,\n  I'ma rare.\n  It ain't often you see,\n  A bad motha fucka like me, I'm different,\n  I'm gifted, I rip shit ridiculously.\n  EH.\n"}]