[{"id":25968574,"name":"Odd Octubree","trackName":"Odd Octubree","artistName":"brandUn DeShay","albumName":"Volume: One! 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Aight, where the jeans at?\nThe hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\nYeah\nWe gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\nTrevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\nRight here for y'all\nIt's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\nOne half of Arcade\nStep your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\nIt's the mixtape extraordinaire\nHip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\nBut thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\nAnd plus A-C-E the Creator\nY'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\nIf you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\nHello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\nY'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\nI'm always off the top like Kung Lao\nI had to let it bang like gun powder\n\nI can assist it\nY'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\nIf I ever exit\nI feel like I come with Benedict\nLike eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\nYou're so flagrant with your foul behavior\nDr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\nI ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\nIf y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\nI am the purest since blue magic\nI am legend and I do classics\nAnd I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\nAh, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\nOkay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\nA monsterbeast\nAnd that's me, because I make monster beats\nI do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\nOh, turn the volume up\nYou still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\nIt ain't a test to me\nY'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\nGot you going like ecstasy\nUh, yeah\n\nIt's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\nI mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\nAnd oh yeah, the Weezy\nLeft me right where, where you leave me\nI got it all, it's no need to tease me\nI'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\nTold you my lines and you didn't even believe me\nAnd I'm a book, come and read me\nI'm blood, come bleed me\nSlip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\nYeah, because the haters always acting up\nAnd I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\nFirst song get oh boy'd\nNow all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\nAnd I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\nAnd I'm coming to a store near you\nNigga why would I fear you?\nYou can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\nI'm riding from night 'til the next day\nMaybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n(Yo, because)\n\nIt's only one way up so I ain't going down\nThey around know I'm around when I come around\nYung Joc because it's going down\nFrom the brayer and first to Supreme\nAll these niggas know that the kid stay clean\nCustom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\nSo I can change into it\nRap with me, I was craved into it\nI'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\nThe moment I put the pen to the paper\nI'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\nUh\nWeather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\nNow Casey playing chess with Monopoly\nAin't no nigga stopping he\nFrom kid, nigga what you supposed to be\nBubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\nHard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\nOn my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\nAnd I keep going until I hear that beat beep\nHop into your window, just creep creep\nWhenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\nYeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\nKeep writing 'til my hands is numb\nVegas trips, told's times fun\nWhy compete when it's already won?\nCall me daddy nigga, you are my son\nShoot for the stars, she is my gun\nShe's so bomb, I call her a bad one\nSee Casey Gucci killer figure\nBe hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\nThere's only one beer left\nRappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\nTempt me, do a number on the label\nEat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\nLike, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\nHowever you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\nYou're leaving on your face, forfeit\nI crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\nTold him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\nShe told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\nGetting money, DT's be getting no new leads\nIt's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\nIt's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\nSoon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\nThey group been soft\nFirst hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\nHe went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\nShe asked him autograph her derriere, read\n\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\nLove, Villain,\"\nTake pride in code words\n\nCrooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\nProbably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\nStudy how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\nNo, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\nAnd squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\nThe same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\nThey call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\nWhatever happened to two and three?\"\nA herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\nLike, \"What you doing G?\nDon't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\nMatter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\nLooser than a pair of Adidas\nI hope you brought your spare tweeters\nMC's sound like cheerleaders\nRapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\nDOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\nHe do it for the smelly hubbies\nSeeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\nFew can do it, even fewer can sell it\nTake it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\nHe plots shows like robberies\nIn and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\nRun the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\nThe mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\nBring heat, like your boy done gone to war\nHe came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\nA whole string of jobs, like we on tour\nEvery night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\nThere, it is done\nNow that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\nAll of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\nAnd when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\nShall be voted master of the world\nMy plan is foolproof, but just in case","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.53] Uh, yeah\n[00:03.18] How you doing today?\n[00:05.71] Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n[00:10.04] Ace the Creator, man\n[00:11.42] Look\n[00:12.81] Casey Veggies, uh huh\n[00:14.86] Odd Future, look\n[00:16.86] Look\n[00:19.15] Hello, the hype is so mellow\n[00:21.11] Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n[00:23.77] The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n[00:27.02] Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n[00:30.19] If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n[00:32.84] My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n[00:35.62] Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n[00:37.77] Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n[00:41.79] I suffer from ADHD\n[00:43.70] I should win a fucking award for being me\n[00:46.11] Beat banging the tom-toms\n[00:47.32] My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n[00:50.42] Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n[00:52.90] 'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n[00:56.19] Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n[00:59.06] I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n[01:01.36] And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n[01:04.14] Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n[01:06.91] Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n[01:09.97] Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n[01:12.41] So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n[01:14.92] With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n[01:17.35] Uh huh, yeah\n[01:19.14] Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n[01:21.31] Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n[01:23.65] Odd Future, nigga\n[01:24.98] Get used to it, uh\n[01:27.03] Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n[01:30.46] I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n[01:32.85] I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n[01:35.69] On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n[01:38.72] I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n[01:41.26] I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n[01:43.67] The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n[01:47.55] Yeah\n[01:51.66] We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n[01:54.80] Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n[01:58.67] Right here for y'all\n[02:01.53] It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n[02:05.40] One half of Arcade\n[02:07.07] Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n[02:11.25] It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n[02:13.82] Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n[02:16.30] But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n[02:18.95] And plus A-C-E the Creator\n[02:21.91] Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n[02:24.57] If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n[02:27.81] Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n[02:30.97] Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n[02:33.58] I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n[02:35.69] I had to let it bang like gun powder\n[02:38.27] I can assist it\n[02:39.80] Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n[02:41.83] If I ever exit\n[02:43.31] I feel like I come with Benedict\n[02:45.61] Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n[02:48.48] You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n[02:51.20] Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n[02:54.05] I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n[02:57.45] If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n[03:00.15] I am the purest since blue magic\n[03:02.65] I am legend and I do classics\n[03:05.48] And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n[03:08.52] Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n[03:11.92] Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n[03:16.53] A monsterbeast\n[03:17.68] And that's me, because I make monster beats\n[03:20.43] I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n[03:24.10] Oh, turn the volume up\n[03:27.52] You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n[03:31.63] It ain't a test to me\n[03:32.88] Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n[03:35.77] Got you going like ecstasy\n[03:38.05] Uh, yeah\n[03:41.49] It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n[03:45.23] I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n[03:48.17] And oh yeah, the Weezy\n[03:50.46] Left me right where, where you leave me\n[03:53.05] I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n[03:56.23] I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n[03:58.75] Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n[04:02.34] And I'm a book, come and read me\n[04:04.30] I'm blood, come bleed me\n[04:05.76] Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n[04:11.17] Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n[04:14.21] And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n[04:20.98] First song get oh boy'd\n[04:23.06] Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n[04:25.91] And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n[04:29.03] And I'm coming to a store near you\n[04:31.01] Nigga why would I fear you?\n[04:33.37] You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n[04:35.89] I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n[04:38.39] Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n[04:43.09] (Yo, because)\n[04:46.62] It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n[04:49.23] They around know I'm around when I come around\n[04:52.08] Yung Joc because it's going down\n[04:54.76] From the brayer and first to Supreme\n[04:57.25] All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n[04:59.51] Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n[05:02.79] So I can change into it\n[05:04.72] Rap with me, I was craved into it\n[05:06.88] I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n[05:09.45] The moment I put the pen to the paper\n[05:11.72] I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n[05:15.21] Uh\n[05:16.42] Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n[05:19.70] Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n[05:22.87] Ain't no nigga stopping he\n[05:24.15] From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n[05:27.14] Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n[05:29.61] Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n[05:32.25] On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n[05:34.30] And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n[05:38.18] Hop into your window, just creep creep\n[05:40.46] Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n[05:44.98] Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n[05:47.74] Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n[05:49.88] Vegas trips, told's times fun\n[05:52.42] Why compete when it's already won?\n[05:54.05] Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n[05:56.46] Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n[05:58.81] She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n[06:03.35] See Casey Gucci killer figure\n[06:05.55] Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n[06:09.73] There's only one beer left\n[06:11.58] Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n[06:13.84] Tempt me, do a number on the label\n[06:16.29] Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n[06:19.12] Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n[06:21.74] However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n[06:25.18] You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n[06:26.95] I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n[06:29.43] Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n[06:31.83] She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n[06:34.98] Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n[06:37.25] It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n[06:40.25] It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n[06:43.17] Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n[06:46.12] They group been soft\n[06:47.91] First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n[06:50.41] He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n[06:53.04] She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n[06:55.16] \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n[06:58.22] Love, Villain,\"\n[06:59.42] Take pride in code words\n[07:00.83] Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n[07:03.21] Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n[07:06.27] Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n[07:08.52] No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n[07:11.43] And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n[07:13.63] The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n[07:16.58] They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n[07:19.05] \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n[07:21.89] Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n[07:23.54] A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n[07:25.99] Like, \"What you doing G?\n[07:27.27] Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n[07:29.58] Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n[07:32.08] Looser than a pair of Adidas\n[07:33.60] I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n[07:35.23] MC's sound like cheerleaders\n[07:37.07] Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n[07:39.16] DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n[07:42.76] He do it for the smelly hubbies\n[07:43.91] Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n[07:46.84] Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n[07:49.52] Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n[07:52.77] He plots shows like robberies\n[07:54.21] In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n[07:56.95] Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n[07:59.78] The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n[08:02.33] Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n[08:04.89] He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n[08:07.85] A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n[08:10.46] Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n[08:32.52] There, it is done\n[08:35.18] Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n[08:38.57] All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n[08:42.30] And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n[08:46.01] Shall be voted master of the world\n[08:50.40] My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n[08:53.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Odd Octubree\n  artist: brandUn DeShay\n  album: 'Volume: One! 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Aight, where the jeans at?\n  start_ms: 101260\n  end_ms: 103670\n- text: The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n  start_ms: 103670\n  end_ms: 107550\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 107550\n  end_ms: 111660\n- text: We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  start_ms: 111660\n  end_ms: 114800\n- text: Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  start_ms: 114800\n  end_ms: 118670\n- text: Right here for y'all\n  start_ms: 118670\n  end_ms: 121530\n- text: It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  start_ms: 121530\n  end_ms: 125400\n- text: One half of Arcade\n  start_ms: 125400\n  end_ms: 127070\n- text: Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 127070\n  end_ms: 131250\n- text: It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  start_ms: 131250\n  end_ms: 133820\n- text: Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  start_ms: 133820\n  end_ms: 136300\n- text: But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  start_ms: 136300\n  end_ms: 138950\n- text: And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  start_ms: 138950\n  end_ms: 141910\n- text: Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  start_ms: 141910\n  end_ms: 144570\n- text: If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  start_ms: 144570\n  end_ms: 147810\n- text: Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  start_ms: 147810\n  end_ms: 150970\n- text: Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  start_ms: 150970\n  end_ms: 153580\n- text: I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  start_ms: 153580\n  end_ms: 155690\n- text: I had to let it bang like gun powder\n  start_ms: 155690\n  end_ms: 158270\n- text: I can assist it\n  start_ms: 158270\n  end_ms: 159800\n- text: Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  start_ms: 159800\n  end_ms: 161830\n- text: If I ever exit\n  start_ms: 161830\n  end_ms: 163310\n- text: I feel like I come with Benedict\n  start_ms: 163310\n  end_ms: 165610\n- text: Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  start_ms: 165610\n  end_ms: 168480\n- text: You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  start_ms: 168480\n  end_ms: 171200\n- text: Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  start_ms: 171200\n  end_ms: 174050\n- text: I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  start_ms: 174050\n  end_ms: 177450\n- text: If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n  start_ms: 177450\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: I am the purest since blue magic\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 182650\n- text: I am legend and I do classics\n  start_ms: 182650\n  end_ms: 185480\n- text: And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  start_ms: 185480\n  end_ms: 188520\n- text: Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  start_ms: 188520\n  end_ms: 191920\n- text: Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  start_ms: 191920\n  end_ms: 196530\n- text: A monsterbeast\n  start_ms: 196530\n  end_ms: 197680\n- text: And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  start_ms: 197680\n  end_ms: 200430\n- text: I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n  start_ms: 200430\n  end_ms: 204100\n- text: Oh, turn the volume up\n  start_ms: 204100\n  end_ms: 207520\n- text: You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  start_ms: 207520\n  end_ms: 211630\n- text: It ain't a test to me\n  start_ms: 211630\n  end_ms: 212880\n- text: Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  start_ms: 212880\n  end_ms: 215770\n- text: Got you going like ecstasy\n  start_ms: 215770\n  end_ms: 218050\n- text: Uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 218050\n  end_ms: 221490\n- text: It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  start_ms: 221490\n  end_ms: 225230\n- text: I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  start_ms: 225230\n  end_ms: 228170\n- text: And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  start_ms: 228170\n  end_ms: 230460\n- text: Left me right where, where you leave me\n  start_ms: 230460\n  end_ms: 233050\n- text: I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  start_ms: 233050\n  end_ms: 236230\n- text: I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  start_ms: 236230\n  end_ms: 238750\n- text: Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  start_ms: 238750\n  end_ms: 242340\n- text: And I'm a book, come and read me\n  start_ms: 242340\n  end_ms: 244300\n- text: I'm blood, come bleed me\n  start_ms: 244300\n  end_ms: 245760\n- text: Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  start_ms: 245760\n  end_ms: 251170\n- text: Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  start_ms: 251170\n  end_ms: 254210\n- text: And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n  start_ms: 254210\n  end_ms: 260980\n- text: First song get oh boy'd\n  start_ms: 260980\n  end_ms: 263060\n- text: Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  start_ms: 263060\n  end_ms: 265910\n- text: And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  start_ms: 265910\n  end_ms: 269030\n- text: And I'm coming to a store near you\n  start_ms: 269030\n  end_ms: 271010\n- text: Nigga why would I fear you?\n  start_ms: 271010\n  end_ms: 273370\n- text: You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  start_ms: 273370\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 278390\n- text: Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  start_ms: 278390\n  end_ms: 283090\n- text: (Yo, because)\n  start_ms: 283090\n  end_ms: 286620\n- text: It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  start_ms: 286620\n  end_ms: 289230\n- text: They around know I'm around when I come around\n  start_ms: 289230\n  end_ms: 292080\n- text: Yung Joc because it's going down\n  start_ms: 292080\n  end_ms: 294760\n- text: From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  start_ms: 294760\n  end_ms: 297250\n- text: All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  start_ms: 297250\n  end_ms: 299510\n- text: Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  start_ms: 299510\n  end_ms: 302790\n- text: So I can change into it\n  start_ms: 302790\n  end_ms: 304720\n- text: Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  start_ms: 304720\n  end_ms: 306880\n- text: I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  start_ms: 306880\n  end_ms: 309450\n- text: The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  start_ms: 309450\n  end_ms: 311720\n- text: I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n  start_ms: 311720\n  end_ms: 315210\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 315210\n  end_ms: 316420\n- text: Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  start_ms: 316420\n  end_ms: 319700\n- text: Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  start_ms: 319700\n  end_ms: 322870\n- text: Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  start_ms: 322870\n  end_ms: 324150\n- text: From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  start_ms: 324150\n  end_ms: 327140\n- text: Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  start_ms: 327140\n  end_ms: 329610\n- text: Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  start_ms: 329610\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334300\n- text: And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  start_ms: 334300\n  end_ms: 338180\n- text: Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  start_ms: 338180\n  end_ms: 340460\n- text: Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n  start_ms: 340460\n  end_ms: 344980\n- text: Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  start_ms: 344980\n  end_ms: 347740\n- text: Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  start_ms: 347740\n  end_ms: 349880\n- text: Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  start_ms: 349880\n  end_ms: 352420\n- text: Why compete when it's already won?\n  start_ms: 352420\n  end_ms: 354050\n- text: Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  start_ms: 354050\n  end_ms: 356460\n- text: Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  start_ms: 356460\n  end_ms: 358810\n- text: She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  start_ms: 358810\n  end_ms: 363350\n- text: See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  start_ms: 363350\n  end_ms: 365550\n- text: Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n  start_ms: 365550\n  end_ms: 369730\n- text: There's only one beer left\n  start_ms: 369730\n  end_ms: 371580\n- text: Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  start_ms: 371580\n  end_ms: 373840\n- text: Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  start_ms: 373840\n  end_ms: 376290\n- text: Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  start_ms: 376290\n  end_ms: 379120\n- text: Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  start_ms: 379120\n  end_ms: 381740\n- text: However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  start_ms: 381740\n  end_ms: 385180\n- text: You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  start_ms: 385180\n  end_ms: 386950\n- text: I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  start_ms: 386950\n  end_ms: 389430\n- text: Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  start_ms: 389430\n  end_ms: 391830\n- text: She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  start_ms: 391830\n  end_ms: 394980\n- text: Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  start_ms: 394980\n  end_ms: 397250\n- text: It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n  start_ms: 397250\n  end_ms: 400250\n- text: It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  start_ms: 400250\n  end_ms: 403170\n- text: Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  start_ms: 403170\n  end_ms: 406120\n- text: They group been soft\n  start_ms: 406120\n  end_ms: 407910\n- text: First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  start_ms: 407910\n  end_ms: 410410\n- text: He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  start_ms: 410410\n  end_ms: 413040\n- text: She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  start_ms: 413040\n  end_ms: 415160\n- text: '\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd'\n  start_ms: 415160\n  end_ms: 418220\n- text: Love, Villain,\"\n  start_ms: 418220\n  end_ms: 419420\n- text: Take pride in code words\n  start_ms: 419420\n  end_ms: 420830\n- text: Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  start_ms: 420830\n  end_ms: 423210\n- text: Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  start_ms: 423210\n  end_ms: 426270\n- text: Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  start_ms: 426270\n  end_ms: 428520\n- text: No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  start_ms: 428520\n  end_ms: 431430\n- text: And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  start_ms: 431430\n  end_ms: 433630\n- text: The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  start_ms: 433630\n  end_ms: 436580\n- text: They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  start_ms: 436580\n  end_ms: 439050\n- text: '\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six'\n  start_ms: 439050\n  end_ms: 441890\n- text: Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  start_ms: 441890\n  end_ms: 443540\n- text: A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  start_ms: 443540\n  end_ms: 445990\n- text: Like, \"What you doing G?\n  start_ms: 445990\n  end_ms: 447270\n- text: Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  start_ms: 447270\n  end_ms: 449580\n- text: Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n  start_ms: 449580\n  end_ms: 452080\n- text: Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  start_ms: 452080\n  end_ms: 453600\n- text: I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  start_ms: 453600\n  end_ms: 455230\n- text: MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  start_ms: 455230\n  end_ms: 457070\n- text: Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  start_ms: 457070\n  end_ms: 459160\n- text: DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  start_ms: 459160\n  end_ms: 462760\n- text: He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  start_ms: 462760\n  end_ms: 463910\n- text: Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  start_ms: 463910\n  end_ms: 466840\n- text: Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  start_ms: 466840\n  end_ms: 469520\n- text: Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n  start_ms: 469520\n  end_ms: 472770\n- text: He plots shows like robberies\n  start_ms: 472770\n  end_ms: 474210\n- text: In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  start_ms: 474210\n  end_ms: 476950\n- text: Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  start_ms: 476950\n  end_ms: 479780\n- text: The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  start_ms: 479780\n  end_ms: 482330\n- text: Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  start_ms: 482330\n  end_ms: 484890\n- text: He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  start_ms: 484890\n  end_ms: 487850\n- text: A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  start_ms: 487850\n  end_ms: 490460\n- text: Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n  start_ms: 490460\n  end_ms: 512520\n- text: There, it is done\n  start_ms: 512520\n  end_ms: 515180\n- text: Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  start_ms: 515180\n  end_ms: 518570\n- text: All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  start_ms: 518570\n  end_ms: 522300\n- text: And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  start_ms: 522300\n  end_ms: 526010\n- text: Shall be voted master of the world\n  start_ms: 526010\n  end_ms: 530400\n- text: My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n  start_ms: 530400\n  end_ms: 533720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 533720\nplain: |-\n  Uh, yeah\n  How you doing today?\n  Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n  Ace the Creator, man\n  Look\n  Casey Veggies, uh huh\n  Odd Future, look\n  Look\n\n  Hello, the hype is so mellow\n  Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n  The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n  Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n  If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n  My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n  Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n  Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n  I suffer from ADHD\n  I should win a fucking award for being me\n\n  Beat banging the tom-toms\n  My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n  Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n  'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n  Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n  I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n  And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n  Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n  Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n  Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n  So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n  With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\n  Uh huh, yeah\n  Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n  Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n  Odd Future, nigga\n  Get used to it, uh\n  Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\n  I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n  I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n  On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n  I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n  I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n  The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\n  Yeah\n  We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  Right here for y'all\n  It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  One half of Arcade\n  Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\n  It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  I had to let it bang like gun powder\n\n  I can assist it\n  Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  If I ever exit\n  I feel like I come with Benedict\n  Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\n  I am the purest since blue magic\n  I am legend and I do classics\n  And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  A monsterbeast\n  And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\n  Oh, turn the volume up\n  You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  It ain't a test to me\n  Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  Got you going like ecstasy\n  Uh, yeah\n\n  It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  Left me right where, where you leave me\n  I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  And I'm a book, come and read me\n  I'm blood, come bleed me\n  Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\n  First song get oh boy'd\n  Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  And I'm coming to a store near you\n  Nigga why would I fear you?\n  You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  (Yo, because)\n\n  It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  They around know I'm around when I come around\n  Yung Joc because it's going down\n  From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  So I can change into it\n  Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\n  Uh\n  Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\n  Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  Why compete when it's already won?\n  Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\n  There's only one beer left\n  Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\n  It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  They group been soft\n  First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n  Love, Villain,\"\n  Take pride in code words\n\n  Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n  Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  Like, \"What you doing G?\n  Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\n  Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\n  He plots shows like robberies\n  In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\n  There, it is done\n  Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  Shall be voted master of the world\n  My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n"},{"id":33490729,"name":"Odd Octubree ft. 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For The Money","duration":534.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, yeah\nHow you doing today?\nUh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\nAce the Creator, man\nLook\nCasey Veggies, uh huh\nOdd Future, look\nLook\n\nHello, the hype is so mellow\nBitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\nThe blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\nNigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\nIf you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\nMy accessorize accessories bring out my assets\nNigga the sound on acid, tablets\nStussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\nI suffer from ADHD\nI should win a fucking award for being me\n\nBeat banging the tom-toms\nMy producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\nAce the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\nEating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\nI sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\nAnd to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\nStep one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\nStep two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\nNigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\nSo when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\nWith Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\nUh huh, yeah\nAce, the Creator, man, uh\nCasey Veggies, yo, uh huh\nOdd Future, nigga\nGet used to it, uh\nLet me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\nI'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\nI'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\nOn award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\nI'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\nI'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\nThe hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\nYeah\nWe gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\nTrevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\nRight here for y'all\nIt's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\nOne half of Arcade\nStep your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\nIt's the mixtape extraordinaire\nHip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\nBut thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\nAnd plus A-C-E the Creator\nY'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\nIf you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\nHello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\nY'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\nI'm always off the top like Kung Lao\nI had to let it bang like gun powder\n\nI can assist it\nY'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\nIf I ever exit\nI feel like I come with Benedict\nLike eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\nYou're so flagrant with your foul behavior\nDr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\nI ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\nIf y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\nI am the purest since blue magic\nI am legend and I do classics\nAnd I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\nAh, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\nOkay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\nA monsterbeast\nAnd that's me, because I make monster beats\nI do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\nOh, turn the volume up\nYou still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\nIt ain't a test to me\nY'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\nGot you going like ecstasy\nUh, yeah\n\nIt's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\nI mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\nAnd oh yeah, the Weezy\nLeft me right where, where you leave me\nI got it all, it's no need to tease me\nI'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\nTold you my lines and you didn't even believe me\nAnd I'm a book, come and read me\nI'm blood, come bleed me\nSlip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\nYeah, because the haters always acting up\nAnd I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\nFirst song get oh boy'd\nNow all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\nAnd I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\nAnd I'm coming to a store near you\nNigga why would I fear you?\nYou can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\nI'm riding from night 'til the next day\nMaybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n(Yo, because)\n\nIt's only one way up so I ain't going down\nThey around know I'm around when I come around\nYung Joc because it's going down\nFrom the brayer and first to Supreme\nAll these niggas know that the kid stay clean\nCustom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\nSo I can change into it\nRap with me, I was craved into it\nI'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\nThe moment I put the pen to the paper\nI'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\nUh\nWeather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\nNow Casey playing chess with Monopoly\nAin't no nigga stopping he\nFrom kid, nigga what you supposed to be\nBubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\nHard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\nOn my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\nAnd I keep going until I hear that beat beep\nHop into your window, just creep creep\nWhenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\nYeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\nKeep writing 'til my hands is numb\nVegas trips, told's times fun\nWhy compete when it's already won?\nCall me daddy nigga, you are my son\nShoot for the stars, she is my gun\nShe's so bomb, I call her a bad one\nSee Casey Gucci killer figure\nBe hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\nThere's only one beer left\nRappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\nTempt me, do a number on the label\nEat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\nLike, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\nHowever you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\nYou're leaving on your face, forfeit\nI crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\nTold him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\nShe told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\nGetting money, DT's be getting no new leads\nIt's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\nIt's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\nSoon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\nThey group been soft\nFirst hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\nHe went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\nShe asked him autograph her derriere, read\n\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\nLove, Villain,\"\nTake pride in code words\n\nCrooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\nProbably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\nStudy how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\nNo, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\nAnd squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\nThe same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\nThey call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\nWhatever happened to two and three?\"\nA herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\nLike, \"What you doing G?\nDon't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\nMatter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\nLooser than a pair of Adidas\nI hope you brought your spare tweeters\nMC's sound like cheerleaders\nRapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\nDOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\nHe do it for the smelly hubbies\nSeeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\nFew can do it, even fewer can sell it\nTake it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\nHe plots shows like robberies\nIn and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\nRun the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\nThe mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\nBring heat, like your boy done gone to war\nHe came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\nA whole string of jobs, like we on tour\nEvery night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\nThere, it is done\nNow that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\nAll of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\nAnd when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\nShall be voted master of the world\nMy plan is foolproof, but just in case","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.53] Uh, yeah\n[00:03.18] How you doing today?\n[00:05.71] Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n[00:10.04] Ace the Creator, man\n[00:11.42] Look\n[00:12.81] Casey Veggies, uh huh\n[00:14.86] Odd Future, look\n[00:16.86] Look\n[00:19.15] Hello, the hype is so mellow\n[00:21.11] Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n[00:23.77] The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n[00:27.02] Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n[00:30.19] If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n[00:32.84] My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n[00:35.62] Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n[00:37.77] Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n[00:41.79] I suffer from ADHD\n[00:43.70] I should win a fucking award for being me\n[00:46.11] Beat banging the tom-toms\n[00:47.32] My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n[00:50.42] Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n[00:52.90] 'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n[00:56.19] Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n[00:59.06] I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n[01:01.36] And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n[01:04.14] Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n[01:06.91] Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n[01:09.97] Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n[01:12.41] So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n[01:14.92] With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n[01:17.35] Uh huh, yeah\n[01:19.14] Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n[01:21.31] Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n[01:23.65] Odd Future, nigga\n[01:24.98] Get used to it, uh\n[01:27.03] Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n[01:30.46] I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n[01:32.85] I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n[01:35.69] On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n[01:38.72] I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n[01:41.26] I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n[01:43.67] The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n[01:47.55] Yeah\n[01:51.66] We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n[01:54.80] Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n[01:58.67] Right here for y'all\n[02:01.53] It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n[02:05.40] One half of Arcade\n[02:07.07] Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n[02:11.25] It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n[02:13.82] Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n[02:16.30] But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n[02:18.95] And plus A-C-E the Creator\n[02:21.91] Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n[02:24.57] If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n[02:27.81] Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n[02:30.97] Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n[02:33.58] I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n[02:35.69] I had to let it bang like gun powder\n[02:38.27] I can assist it\n[02:39.80] Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n[02:41.83] If I ever exit\n[02:43.31] I feel like I come with Benedict\n[02:45.61] Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n[02:48.48] You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n[02:51.20] Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n[02:54.05] I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n[02:57.45] If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n[03:00.15] I am the purest since blue magic\n[03:02.65] I am legend and I do classics\n[03:05.48] And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n[03:08.52] Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n[03:11.92] Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n[03:16.53] A monsterbeast\n[03:17.68] And that's me, because I make monster beats\n[03:20.43] I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n[03:24.10] Oh, turn the volume up\n[03:27.52] You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n[03:31.63] It ain't a test to me\n[03:32.88] Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n[03:35.77] Got you going like ecstasy\n[03:38.05] Uh, yeah\n[03:41.49] It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n[03:45.23] I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n[03:48.17] And oh yeah, the Weezy\n[03:50.46] Left me right where, where you leave me\n[03:53.05] I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n[03:56.23] I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n[03:58.75] Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n[04:02.34] And I'm a book, come and read me\n[04:04.30] I'm blood, come bleed me\n[04:05.76] Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n[04:11.17] Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n[04:14.21] And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n[04:20.98] First song get oh boy'd\n[04:23.06] Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n[04:25.91] And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n[04:29.03] And I'm coming to a store near you\n[04:31.01] Nigga why would I fear you?\n[04:33.37] You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n[04:35.89] I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n[04:38.39] Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n[04:43.09] (Yo, because)\n[04:46.62] It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n[04:49.23] They around know I'm around when I come around\n[04:52.08] Yung Joc because it's going down\n[04:54.76] From the brayer and first to Supreme\n[04:57.25] All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n[04:59.51] Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n[05:02.79] So I can change into it\n[05:04.72] Rap with me, I was craved into it\n[05:06.88] I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n[05:09.45] The moment I put the pen to the paper\n[05:11.72] I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n[05:15.21] Uh\n[05:16.42] Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n[05:19.70] Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n[05:22.87] Ain't no nigga stopping he\n[05:24.15] From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n[05:27.14] Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n[05:29.61] Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n[05:32.25] On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n[05:34.30] And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n[05:38.18] Hop into your window, just creep creep\n[05:40.46] Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n[05:44.98] Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n[05:47.74] Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n[05:49.88] Vegas trips, told's times fun\n[05:52.42] Why compete when it's already won?\n[05:54.05] Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n[05:56.46] Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n[05:58.81] She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n[06:03.35] See Casey Gucci killer figure\n[06:05.55] Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n[06:09.73] There's only one beer left\n[06:11.58] Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n[06:13.84] Tempt me, do a number on the label\n[06:16.29] Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n[06:19.12] Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n[06:21.74] However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n[06:25.18] You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n[06:26.95] I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n[06:29.43] Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n[06:31.83] She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n[06:34.98] Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n[06:37.25] It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n[06:40.25] It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n[06:43.17] Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n[06:46.12] They group been soft\n[06:47.91] First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n[06:50.41] He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n[06:53.04] She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n[06:55.16] \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n[06:58.22] Love, Villain,\"\n[06:59.42] Take pride in code words\n[07:00.83] Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n[07:03.21] Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n[07:06.27] Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n[07:08.52] No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n[07:11.43] And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n[07:13.63] The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n[07:16.58] They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n[07:19.05] \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n[07:21.89] Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n[07:23.54] A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n[07:25.99] Like, \"What you doing G?\n[07:27.27] Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n[07:29.58] Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n[07:32.08] Looser than a pair of Adidas\n[07:33.60] I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n[07:35.23] MC's sound like cheerleaders\n[07:37.07] Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n[07:39.16] DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n[07:42.76] He do it for the smelly hubbies\n[07:43.91] Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n[07:46.84] Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n[07:49.52] Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n[07:52.77] He plots shows like robberies\n[07:54.21] In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n[07:56.95] Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n[07:59.78] The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n[08:02.33] Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n[08:04.89] He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n[08:07.85] A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n[08:10.46] Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n[08:32.52] There, it is done\n[08:35.18] Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n[08:38.57] All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n[08:42.30] And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n[08:46.01] Shall be voted master of the world\n[08:50.40] My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n[08:53.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Odd Octubree ft. 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And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  start_ms: 265910\n  end_ms: 269030\n- text: And I'm coming to a store near you\n  start_ms: 269030\n  end_ms: 271010\n- text: Nigga why would I fear you?\n  start_ms: 271010\n  end_ms: 273370\n- text: You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  start_ms: 273370\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 278390\n- text: Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  start_ms: 278390\n  end_ms: 283090\n- text: (Yo, because)\n  start_ms: 283090\n  end_ms: 286620\n- text: It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  start_ms: 286620\n  end_ms: 289230\n- text: They around know I'm around when I come around\n  start_ms: 289230\n  end_ms: 292080\n- text: Yung Joc because it's going down\n  start_ms: 292080\n  end_ms: 294760\n- text: From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  start_ms: 294760\n  end_ms: 297250\n- text: All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  start_ms: 297250\n  end_ms: 299510\n- text: Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  start_ms: 299510\n  end_ms: 302790\n- text: So I can change into it\n  start_ms: 302790\n  end_ms: 304720\n- text: Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  start_ms: 304720\n  end_ms: 306880\n- text: I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  start_ms: 306880\n  end_ms: 309450\n- text: The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  start_ms: 309450\n  end_ms: 311720\n- text: I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n  start_ms: 311720\n  end_ms: 315210\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 315210\n  end_ms: 316420\n- text: Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  start_ms: 316420\n  end_ms: 319700\n- text: Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  start_ms: 319700\n  end_ms: 322870\n- text: Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  start_ms: 322870\n  end_ms: 324150\n- text: From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  start_ms: 324150\n  end_ms: 327140\n- text: Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  start_ms: 327140\n  end_ms: 329610\n- 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start_ms: 358810\n  end_ms: 363350\n- text: See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  start_ms: 363350\n  end_ms: 365550\n- text: Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n  start_ms: 365550\n  end_ms: 369730\n- text: There's only one beer left\n  start_ms: 369730\n  end_ms: 371580\n- text: Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  start_ms: 371580\n  end_ms: 373840\n- text: Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  start_ms: 373840\n  end_ms: 376290\n- text: Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  start_ms: 376290\n  end_ms: 379120\n- text: Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  start_ms: 379120\n  end_ms: 381740\n- text: However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  start_ms: 381740\n  end_ms: 385180\n- text: You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  start_ms: 385180\n  end_ms: 386950\n- text: I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  start_ms: 386950\n  end_ms: 389430\n- text: Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  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418220\n- text: Love, Villain,\"\n  start_ms: 418220\n  end_ms: 419420\n- text: Take pride in code words\n  start_ms: 419420\n  end_ms: 420830\n- text: Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  start_ms: 420830\n  end_ms: 423210\n- text: Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  start_ms: 423210\n  end_ms: 426270\n- text: Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  start_ms: 426270\n  end_ms: 428520\n- text: No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  start_ms: 428520\n  end_ms: 431430\n- text: And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  start_ms: 431430\n  end_ms: 433630\n- text: The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  start_ms: 433630\n  end_ms: 436580\n- text: They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  start_ms: 436580\n  end_ms: 439050\n- text: '\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six'\n  start_ms: 439050\n  end_ms: 441890\n- text: Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  start_ms: 441890\n  end_ms: 443540\n- text: A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  start_ms: 443540\n  end_ms: 445990\n- text: Like, \"What you doing G?\n  start_ms: 445990\n  end_ms: 447270\n- text: Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  start_ms: 447270\n  end_ms: 449580\n- text: Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n  start_ms: 449580\n  end_ms: 452080\n- text: Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  start_ms: 452080\n  end_ms: 453600\n- text: I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  start_ms: 453600\n  end_ms: 455230\n- text: MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  start_ms: 455230\n  end_ms: 457070\n- text: Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  start_ms: 457070\n  end_ms: 459160\n- text: DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  start_ms: 459160\n  end_ms: 462760\n- text: He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  start_ms: 462760\n  end_ms: 463910\n- text: Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  start_ms: 463910\n  end_ms: 466840\n- text: Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  start_ms: 466840\n  end_ms: 469520\n- text: Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n  start_ms: 469520\n  end_ms: 472770\n- text: He plots shows like robberies\n  start_ms: 472770\n  end_ms: 474210\n- text: In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  start_ms: 474210\n  end_ms: 476950\n- text: Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  start_ms: 476950\n  end_ms: 479780\n- text: The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  start_ms: 479780\n  end_ms: 482330\n- text: Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  start_ms: 482330\n  end_ms: 484890\n- text: He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  start_ms: 484890\n  end_ms: 487850\n- text: A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  start_ms: 487850\n  end_ms: 490460\n- text: Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n  start_ms: 490460\n  end_ms: 512520\n- text: There, it is done\n  start_ms: 512520\n  end_ms: 515180\n- text: Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  start_ms: 515180\n  end_ms: 518570\n- text: All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  start_ms: 518570\n  end_ms: 522300\n- text: And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  start_ms: 522300\n  end_ms: 526010\n- text: Shall be voted master of the world\n  start_ms: 526010\n  end_ms: 530400\n- text: My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n  start_ms: 530400\n  end_ms: 533720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 533720\nplain: |-\n  Uh, yeah\n  How you doing today?\n  Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n  Ace the Creator, man\n  Look\n  Casey Veggies, uh huh\n  Odd Future, look\n  Look\n\n  Hello, the hype is so mellow\n  Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n  The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n  Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n  If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n  My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n  Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n  Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n  I suffer from ADHD\n  I should win a fucking award for being me\n\n  Beat banging the tom-toms\n  My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n  Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n  'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n  Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n  I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n  And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n  Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n  Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n  Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n  So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n  With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\n  Uh huh, yeah\n  Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n  Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n  Odd Future, nigga\n  Get used to it, uh\n  Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\n  I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n  I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n  On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n  I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n  I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n  The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\n  Yeah\n  We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  Right here for y'all\n  It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  One half of Arcade\n  Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\n  It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  I had to let it bang like gun powder\n\n  I can assist it\n  Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  If I ever exit\n  I feel like I come with Benedict\n  Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\n  I am the purest since blue magic\n  I am legend and I do classics\n  And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  A monsterbeast\n  And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\n  Oh, turn the volume up\n  You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  It ain't a test to me\n  Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  Got you going like ecstasy\n  Uh, yeah\n\n  It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  Left me right where, where you leave me\n  I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  And I'm a book, come and read me\n  I'm blood, come bleed me\n  Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\n  First song get oh boy'd\n  Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  And I'm coming to a store near you\n  Nigga why would I fear you?\n  You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  (Yo, because)\n\n  It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  They around know I'm around when I come around\n  Yung Joc because it's going down\n  From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  So I can change into it\n  Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\n  Uh\n  Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\n  Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  Why compete when it's already won?\n  Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\n  There's only one beer left\n  Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\n  It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  They group been soft\n  First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n  Love, Villain,\"\n  Take pride in code words\n\n  Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n  Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  Like, \"What you doing G?\n  Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\n  Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\n  He plots shows like robberies\n  In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\n  There, it is done\n  Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  Shall be voted master of the world\n  My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n"},{"id":36358134,"name":"Odd Octubree ft. Tyler, the Creator & Casey Veggies","trackName":"Odd Octubree ft. Tyler, the Creator & Casey Veggies","artistName":"Brandun DeShay","albumName":"2023","duration":534.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, yeah\nHow you doing today?\nUh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\nAce the Creator, man\nLook\nCasey Veggies, uh huh\nOdd Future, look\nLook\n\nHello, the hype is so mellow\nBitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\nThe blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\nNigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\nIf you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\nMy accessorize accessories bring out my assets\nNigga the sound on acid, tablets\nStussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\nI suffer from ADHD\nI should win a fucking award for being me\n\nBeat banging the tom-toms\nMy producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\nAce the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\nEating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\nI sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\nAnd to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\nStep one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\nStep two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\nNigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\nSo when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\nWith Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\nUh huh, yeah\nAce, the Creator, man, uh\nCasey Veggies, yo, uh huh\nOdd Future, nigga\nGet used to it, uh\nLet me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\nI'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\nI'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\nOn award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\nI'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\nI'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\nThe hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\nYeah\nWe gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\nTrevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\nRight here for y'all\nIt's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\nOne half of Arcade\nStep your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\nIt's the mixtape extraordinaire\nHip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\nBut thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\nAnd plus A-C-E the Creator\nY'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\nIf you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\nHello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\nY'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\nI'm always off the top like Kung Lao\nI had to let it bang like gun powder\n\nI can assist it\nY'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\nIf I ever exit\nI feel like I come with Benedict\nLike eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\nYou're so flagrant with your foul behavior\nDr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\nI ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\nIf y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\nI am the purest since blue magic\nI am legend and I do classics\nAnd I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\nAh, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\nOkay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\nA monsterbeast\nAnd that's me, because I make monster beats\nI do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\nOh, turn the volume up\nYou still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\nIt ain't a test to me\nY'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\nGot you going like ecstasy\nUh, yeah\n\nIt's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\nI mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\nAnd oh yeah, the Weezy\nLeft me right where, where you leave me\nI got it all, it's no need to tease me\nI'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\nTold you my lines and you didn't even believe me\nAnd I'm a book, come and read me\nI'm blood, come bleed me\nSlip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\nYeah, because the haters always acting up\nAnd I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\nFirst song get oh boy'd\nNow all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\nAnd I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\nAnd I'm coming to a store near you\nNigga why would I fear you?\nYou can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\nI'm riding from night 'til the next day\nMaybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n(Yo, because)\n\nIt's only one way up so I ain't going down\nThey around know I'm around when I come around\nYung Joc because it's going down\nFrom the brayer and first to Supreme\nAll these niggas know that the kid stay clean\nCustom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\nSo I can change into it\nRap with me, I was craved into it\nI'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\nThe moment I put the pen to the paper\nI'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\nUh\nWeather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\nNow Casey playing chess with Monopoly\nAin't no nigga stopping he\nFrom kid, nigga what you supposed to be\nBubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\nHard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\nOn my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\nAnd I keep going until I hear that beat beep\nHop into your window, just creep creep\nWhenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\nYeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\nKeep writing 'til my hands is numb\nVegas trips, told's times fun\nWhy compete when it's already won?\nCall me daddy nigga, you are my son\nShoot for the stars, she is my gun\nShe's so bomb, I call her a bad one\nSee Casey Gucci killer figure\nBe hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\nThere's only one beer left\nRappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\nTempt me, do a number on the label\nEat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\nLike, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\nHowever you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\nYou're leaving on your face, forfeit\nI crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\nTold him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\nShe told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\nGetting money, DT's be getting no new leads\nIt's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\nIt's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\nSoon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\nThey group been soft\nFirst hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\nHe went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\nShe asked him autograph her derriere, read\n\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\nLove, Villain,\"\nTake pride in code words\n\nCrooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\nProbably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\nStudy how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\nNo, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\nAnd squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\nThe same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\nThey call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\nWhatever happened to two and three?\"\nA herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\nLike, \"What you doing G?\nDon't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\nMatter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\nLooser than a pair of Adidas\nI hope you brought your spare tweeters\nMC's sound like cheerleaders\nRapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\nDOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\nHe do it for the smelly hubbies\nSeeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\nFew can do it, even fewer can sell it\nTake it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\nHe plots shows like robberies\nIn and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\nRun the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\nThe mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\nBring heat, like your boy done gone to war\nHe came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\nA whole string of jobs, like we on tour\nEvery night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\nThere, it is done\nNow that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\nAll of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\nAnd when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\nShall be voted master of the world\nMy plan is foolproof, but just in case","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.53] Uh, yeah\n[00:03.18] How you doing today?\n[00:05.71] Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n[00:10.04] Ace the Creator, man\n[00:11.42] Look\n[00:12.81] Casey Veggies, uh huh\n[00:14.86] Odd Future, look\n[00:16.86] Look\n[00:19.15] Hello, the hype is so mellow\n[00:21.11] Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n[00:23.77] The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n[00:27.02] Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n[00:30.19] If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n[00:32.84] My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n[00:35.62] Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n[00:37.77] Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n[00:41.79] I suffer from ADHD\n[00:43.70] I should win a fucking award for being me\n[00:46.11] Beat banging the tom-toms\n[00:47.32] My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n[00:50.42] Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n[00:52.90] 'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n[00:56.19] Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n[00:59.06] I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n[01:01.36] And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n[01:04.14] Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n[01:06.91] Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n[01:09.97] Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n[01:12.41] So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n[01:14.92] With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n[01:17.35] Uh huh, yeah\n[01:19.14] Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n[01:21.31] Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n[01:23.65] Odd Future, nigga\n[01:24.98] Get used to it, uh\n[01:27.03] Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n[01:30.46] I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n[01:32.85] I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n[01:35.69] On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n[01:38.72] I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n[01:41.26] I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n[01:43.67] The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n[01:47.55] Yeah\n[01:51.66] We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n[01:54.80] Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n[01:58.67] Right here for y'all\n[02:01.53] It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n[02:05.40] One half of Arcade\n[02:07.07] Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n[02:11.25] It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n[02:13.82] Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n[02:16.30] But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n[02:18.95] And plus A-C-E the Creator\n[02:21.91] Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n[02:24.57] If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n[02:27.81] Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n[02:30.97] Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n[02:33.58] I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n[02:35.69] I had to let it bang like gun powder\n[02:38.27] I can assist it\n[02:39.80] Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n[02:41.83] If I ever exit\n[02:43.31] I feel like I come with Benedict\n[02:45.61] Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n[02:48.48] You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n[02:51.20] Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n[02:54.05] I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n[02:57.45] If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n[03:00.15] I am the purest since blue magic\n[03:02.65] I am legend and I do classics\n[03:05.48] And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n[03:08.52] Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n[03:11.92] Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n[03:16.53] A monsterbeast\n[03:17.68] And that's me, because I make monster beats\n[03:20.43] I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n[03:24.10] Oh, turn the volume up\n[03:27.52] You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n[03:31.63] It ain't a test to me\n[03:32.88] Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n[03:35.77] Got you going like ecstasy\n[03:38.05] Uh, yeah\n[03:41.49] It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n[03:45.23] I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n[03:48.17] And oh yeah, the Weezy\n[03:50.46] Left me right where, where you leave me\n[03:53.05] I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n[03:56.23] I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n[03:58.75] Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n[04:02.34] And I'm a book, come and read me\n[04:04.30] I'm blood, come bleed me\n[04:05.76] Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n[04:11.17] Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n[04:14.21] And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n[04:20.98] First song get oh boy'd\n[04:23.06] Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n[04:25.91] And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n[04:29.03] And I'm coming to a store near you\n[04:31.01] Nigga why would I fear you?\n[04:33.37] You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n[04:35.89] I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n[04:38.39] Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n[04:43.09] (Yo, because)\n[04:46.62] It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n[04:49.23] They around know I'm around when I come around\n[04:52.08] Yung Joc because it's going down\n[04:54.76] From the brayer and first to Supreme\n[04:57.25] All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n[04:59.51] Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n[05:02.79] So I can change into it\n[05:04.72] Rap with me, I was craved into it\n[05:06.88] I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n[05:09.45] The moment I put the pen to the paper\n[05:11.72] I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n[05:15.21] Uh\n[05:16.42] Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n[05:19.70] Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n[05:22.87] Ain't no nigga stopping he\n[05:24.15] From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n[05:27.14] Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n[05:29.61] Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n[05:32.25] On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n[05:34.30] And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n[05:38.18] Hop into your window, just creep creep\n[05:40.46] Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n[05:44.98] Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n[05:47.74] Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n[05:49.88] Vegas trips, told's times fun\n[05:52.42] Why compete when it's already won?\n[05:54.05] Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n[05:56.46] Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n[05:58.81] She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n[06:03.35] See Casey Gucci killer figure\n[06:05.55] Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n[06:09.73] There's only one beer left\n[06:11.58] Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n[06:13.84] Tempt me, do a number on the label\n[06:16.29] Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n[06:19.12] Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n[06:21.74] However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n[06:25.18] You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n[06:26.95] I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n[06:29.43] Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n[06:31.83] She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n[06:34.98] Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n[06:37.25] It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n[06:40.25] It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n[06:43.17] Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n[06:46.12] They group been soft\n[06:47.91] First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n[06:50.41] He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n[06:53.04] She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n[06:55.16] \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n[06:58.22] Love, Villain,\"\n[06:59.42] Take pride in code words\n[07:00.83] Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n[07:03.21] Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n[07:06.27] Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n[07:08.52] No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n[07:11.43] And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n[07:13.63] The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n[07:16.58] They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n[07:19.05] \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n[07:21.89] Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n[07:23.54] A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n[07:25.99] Like, \"What you doing G?\n[07:27.27] Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n[07:29.58] Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n[07:32.08] Looser than a pair of Adidas\n[07:33.60] I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n[07:35.23] MC's sound like cheerleaders\n[07:37.07] Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n[07:39.16] DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n[07:42.76] He do it for the smelly hubbies\n[07:43.91] Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n[07:46.84] Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n[07:49.52] Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n[07:52.77] He plots shows like robberies\n[07:54.21] In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n[07:56.95] Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n[07:59.78] The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n[08:02.33] Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n[08:04.89] He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n[08:07.85] A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n[08:10.46] Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n[08:32.52] There, it is done\n[08:35.18] Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n[08:38.57] All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n[08:42.30] And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n[08:46.01] Shall be voted master of the world\n[08:50.40] My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n[08:53.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Odd Octubree ft. 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Aight, where the jeans at?\n  start_ms: 101260\n  end_ms: 103670\n- text: The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n  start_ms: 103670\n  end_ms: 107550\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 107550\n  end_ms: 111660\n- text: We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  start_ms: 111660\n  end_ms: 114800\n- text: Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  start_ms: 114800\n  end_ms: 118670\n- text: Right here for y'all\n  start_ms: 118670\n  end_ms: 121530\n- text: It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  start_ms: 121530\n  end_ms: 125400\n- text: One half of Arcade\n  start_ms: 125400\n  end_ms: 127070\n- text: Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 127070\n  end_ms: 131250\n- text: It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  start_ms: 131250\n  end_ms: 133820\n- text: Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  start_ms: 133820\n  end_ms: 136300\n- text: But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  start_ms: 136300\n  end_ms: 138950\n- text: And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  start_ms: 138950\n  end_ms: 141910\n- text: Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  start_ms: 141910\n  end_ms: 144570\n- text: If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  start_ms: 144570\n  end_ms: 147810\n- text: Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  start_ms: 147810\n  end_ms: 150970\n- text: Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  start_ms: 150970\n  end_ms: 153580\n- text: I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  start_ms: 153580\n  end_ms: 155690\n- text: I had to let it bang like gun powder\n  start_ms: 155690\n  end_ms: 158270\n- text: I can assist it\n  start_ms: 158270\n  end_ms: 159800\n- text: Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  start_ms: 159800\n  end_ms: 161830\n- text: If I ever exit\n  start_ms: 161830\n  end_ms: 163310\n- text: I feel like I come with Benedict\n  start_ms: 163310\n  end_ms: 165610\n- text: Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  start_ms: 165610\n  end_ms: 168480\n- text: You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  start_ms: 168480\n  end_ms: 171200\n- text: Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  start_ms: 171200\n  end_ms: 174050\n- text: I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  start_ms: 174050\n  end_ms: 177450\n- text: If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n  start_ms: 177450\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: I am the purest since blue magic\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 182650\n- text: I am legend and I do classics\n  start_ms: 182650\n  end_ms: 185480\n- text: And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  start_ms: 185480\n  end_ms: 188520\n- text: Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  start_ms: 188520\n  end_ms: 191920\n- text: Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  start_ms: 191920\n  end_ms: 196530\n- text: A monsterbeast\n  start_ms: 196530\n  end_ms: 197680\n- text: And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  start_ms: 197680\n  end_ms: 200430\n- text: I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n  start_ms: 200430\n  end_ms: 204100\n- text: Oh, turn the volume up\n  start_ms: 204100\n  end_ms: 207520\n- text: You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  start_ms: 207520\n  end_ms: 211630\n- text: It ain't a test to me\n  start_ms: 211630\n  end_ms: 212880\n- text: Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  start_ms: 212880\n  end_ms: 215770\n- text: Got you going like ecstasy\n  start_ms: 215770\n  end_ms: 218050\n- text: Uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 218050\n  end_ms: 221490\n- text: It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  start_ms: 221490\n  end_ms: 225230\n- text: I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  start_ms: 225230\n  end_ms: 228170\n- text: And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  start_ms: 228170\n  end_ms: 230460\n- text: Left me right where, where you leave me\n  start_ms: 230460\n  end_ms: 233050\n- text: I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  start_ms: 233050\n  end_ms: 236230\n- text: I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  start_ms: 236230\n  end_ms: 238750\n- text: Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  start_ms: 238750\n  end_ms: 242340\n- text: And I'm a book, come and read me\n  start_ms: 242340\n  end_ms: 244300\n- text: I'm blood, come bleed me\n  start_ms: 244300\n  end_ms: 245760\n- text: Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  start_ms: 245760\n  end_ms: 251170\n- text: Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  start_ms: 251170\n  end_ms: 254210\n- text: And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n  start_ms: 254210\n  end_ms: 260980\n- text: First song get oh boy'd\n  start_ms: 260980\n  end_ms: 263060\n- text: Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  start_ms: 263060\n  end_ms: 265910\n- text: And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  start_ms: 265910\n  end_ms: 269030\n- text: And I'm coming to a store near you\n  start_ms: 269030\n  end_ms: 271010\n- text: Nigga why would I fear you?\n  start_ms: 271010\n  end_ms: 273370\n- text: You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  start_ms: 273370\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 278390\n- text: Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  start_ms: 278390\n  end_ms: 283090\n- text: (Yo, because)\n  start_ms: 283090\n  end_ms: 286620\n- text: It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  start_ms: 286620\n  end_ms: 289230\n- text: They around know I'm around when I come around\n  start_ms: 289230\n  end_ms: 292080\n- text: Yung Joc because it's going down\n  start_ms: 292080\n  end_ms: 294760\n- text: From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  start_ms: 294760\n  end_ms: 297250\n- text: All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  start_ms: 297250\n  end_ms: 299510\n- text: Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  start_ms: 299510\n  end_ms: 302790\n- text: So I can change into it\n  start_ms: 302790\n  end_ms: 304720\n- text: Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  start_ms: 304720\n  end_ms: 306880\n- text: I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  start_ms: 306880\n  end_ms: 309450\n- text: The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  start_ms: 309450\n  end_ms: 311720\n- text: I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n  start_ms: 311720\n  end_ms: 315210\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 315210\n  end_ms: 316420\n- text: Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  start_ms: 316420\n  end_ms: 319700\n- text: Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  start_ms: 319700\n  end_ms: 322870\n- text: Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  start_ms: 322870\n  end_ms: 324150\n- text: From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  start_ms: 324150\n  end_ms: 327140\n- text: Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  start_ms: 327140\n  end_ms: 329610\n- text: Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  start_ms: 329610\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334300\n- text: And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  start_ms: 334300\n  end_ms: 338180\n- text: Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  start_ms: 338180\n  end_ms: 340460\n- text: Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n  start_ms: 340460\n  end_ms: 344980\n- text: Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  start_ms: 344980\n  end_ms: 347740\n- text: Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  start_ms: 347740\n  end_ms: 349880\n- text: Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  start_ms: 349880\n  end_ms: 352420\n- text: Why compete when it's already won?\n  start_ms: 352420\n  end_ms: 354050\n- text: Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  start_ms: 354050\n  end_ms: 356460\n- text: Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  start_ms: 356460\n  end_ms: 358810\n- text: She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  start_ms: 358810\n  end_ms: 363350\n- text: See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  start_ms: 363350\n  end_ms: 365550\n- text: Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n  start_ms: 365550\n  end_ms: 369730\n- text: There's only one beer left\n  start_ms: 369730\n  end_ms: 371580\n- text: Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  start_ms: 371580\n  end_ms: 373840\n- text: Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  start_ms: 373840\n  end_ms: 376290\n- text: Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  start_ms: 376290\n  end_ms: 379120\n- text: Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  start_ms: 379120\n  end_ms: 381740\n- text: However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  start_ms: 381740\n  end_ms: 385180\n- text: You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  start_ms: 385180\n  end_ms: 386950\n- text: I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  start_ms: 386950\n  end_ms: 389430\n- text: Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  start_ms: 389430\n  end_ms: 391830\n- text: She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  start_ms: 391830\n  end_ms: 394980\n- text: Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  start_ms: 394980\n  end_ms: 397250\n- text: It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n  start_ms: 397250\n  end_ms: 400250\n- text: It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  start_ms: 400250\n  end_ms: 403170\n- text: Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  start_ms: 403170\n  end_ms: 406120\n- text: They group been soft\n  start_ms: 406120\n  end_ms: 407910\n- text: First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  start_ms: 407910\n  end_ms: 410410\n- text: He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  start_ms: 410410\n  end_ms: 413040\n- text: She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  start_ms: 413040\n  end_ms: 415160\n- text: '\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd'\n  start_ms: 415160\n  end_ms: 418220\n- text: Love, Villain,\"\n  start_ms: 418220\n  end_ms: 419420\n- text: Take pride in code words\n  start_ms: 419420\n  end_ms: 420830\n- text: Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  start_ms: 420830\n  end_ms: 423210\n- text: Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  start_ms: 423210\n  end_ms: 426270\n- text: Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  start_ms: 426270\n  end_ms: 428520\n- text: No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  start_ms: 428520\n  end_ms: 431430\n- text: And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  start_ms: 431430\n  end_ms: 433630\n- text: The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  start_ms: 433630\n  end_ms: 436580\n- text: They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  start_ms: 436580\n  end_ms: 439050\n- text: '\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six'\n  start_ms: 439050\n  end_ms: 441890\n- text: Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  start_ms: 441890\n  end_ms: 443540\n- text: A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  start_ms: 443540\n  end_ms: 445990\n- text: Like, \"What you doing G?\n  start_ms: 445990\n  end_ms: 447270\n- text: Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  start_ms: 447270\n  end_ms: 449580\n- text: Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n  start_ms: 449580\n  end_ms: 452080\n- text: Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  start_ms: 452080\n  end_ms: 453600\n- text: I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  start_ms: 453600\n  end_ms: 455230\n- text: MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  start_ms: 455230\n  end_ms: 457070\n- text: Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  start_ms: 457070\n  end_ms: 459160\n- text: DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  start_ms: 459160\n  end_ms: 462760\n- text: He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  start_ms: 462760\n  end_ms: 463910\n- text: Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  start_ms: 463910\n  end_ms: 466840\n- text: Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  start_ms: 466840\n  end_ms: 469520\n- text: Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n  start_ms: 469520\n  end_ms: 472770\n- text: He plots shows like robberies\n  start_ms: 472770\n  end_ms: 474210\n- text: In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  start_ms: 474210\n  end_ms: 476950\n- text: Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  start_ms: 476950\n  end_ms: 479780\n- text: The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  start_ms: 479780\n  end_ms: 482330\n- text: Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  start_ms: 482330\n  end_ms: 484890\n- text: He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  start_ms: 484890\n  end_ms: 487850\n- text: A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  start_ms: 487850\n  end_ms: 490460\n- text: Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n  start_ms: 490460\n  end_ms: 512520\n- text: There, it is done\n  start_ms: 512520\n  end_ms: 515180\n- text: Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  start_ms: 515180\n  end_ms: 518570\n- text: All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  start_ms: 518570\n  end_ms: 522300\n- text: And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  start_ms: 522300\n  end_ms: 526010\n- text: Shall be voted master of the world\n  start_ms: 526010\n  end_ms: 530400\n- text: My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n  start_ms: 530400\n  end_ms: 533720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 533720\nplain: |-\n  Uh, yeah\n  How you doing today?\n  Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n  Ace the Creator, man\n  Look\n  Casey Veggies, uh huh\n  Odd Future, look\n  Look\n\n  Hello, the hype is so mellow\n  Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n  The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n  Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n  If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n  My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n  Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n  Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n  I suffer from ADHD\n  I should win a fucking award for being me\n\n  Beat banging the tom-toms\n  My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n  Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n  'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n  Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n  I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n  And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n  Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n  Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n  Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n  So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n  With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\n  Uh huh, yeah\n  Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n  Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n  Odd Future, nigga\n  Get used to it, uh\n  Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\n  I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n  I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n  On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n  I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n  I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n  The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\n  Yeah\n  We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  Right here for y'all\n  It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  One half of Arcade\n  Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\n  It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  I had to let it bang like gun powder\n\n  I can assist it\n  Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  If I ever exit\n  I feel like I come with Benedict\n  Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\n  I am the purest since blue magic\n  I am legend and I do classics\n  And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  A monsterbeast\n  And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\n  Oh, turn the volume up\n  You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  It ain't a test to me\n  Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  Got you going like ecstasy\n  Uh, yeah\n\n  It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  Left me right where, where you leave me\n  I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  And I'm a book, come and read me\n  I'm blood, come bleed me\n  Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\n  First song get oh boy'd\n  Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  And I'm coming to a store near you\n  Nigga why would I fear you?\n  You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  (Yo, because)\n\n  It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  They around know I'm around when I come around\n  Yung Joc because it's going down\n  From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  So I can change into it\n  Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\n  Uh\n  Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\n  Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  Why compete when it's already won?\n  Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\n  There's only one beer left\n  Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\n  It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  They group been soft\n  First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n  Love, Villain,\"\n  Take pride in code words\n\n  Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n  Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  Like, \"What you doing G?\n  Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\n  Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\n  He plots shows like robberies\n  In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\n  There, it is done\n  Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  Shall be voted master of the world\n  My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n"},{"id":10514912,"name":"Odd Octubree","trackName":"Odd Octubree","artistName":"brandUn DeShay/Tyler, The Creator/Casey Veggies","albumName":"Volume: One! For The Money","duration":534.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, yeah\nHow you doing today?\nUh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\nAce the Creator, man\nLook\nCasey Veggies, uh huh\nOdd Future, look\nLook\n\nHello, the hype is so mellow\nBitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\nThe blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\nNigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\nIf you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\nMy accessorize accessories bring out my assets\nNigga the sound on acid, tablets\nStussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\nI suffer from ADHD\nI should win a fucking award for being me\n\nBeat banging the tom-toms\nMy producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\nAce the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\nEating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\nI sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\nAnd to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\nStep one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\nStep two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\nNigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\nSo when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\nWith Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\nUh huh, yeah\nAce, the Creator, man, uh\nCasey Veggies, yo, uh huh\nOdd Future, nigga\nGet used to it, uh\nLet me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\nI'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\nI'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\nOn award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\nI'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\nI'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\nThe hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\nYeah\nWe gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\nTrevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\nRight here for y'all\nIt's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\nOne half of Arcade\nStep your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\nIt's the mixtape extraordinaire\nHip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\nBut thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\nAnd plus A-C-E the Creator\nY'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\nIf you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\nHello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\nY'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\nI'm always off the top like Kung Lao\nI had to let it bang like gun powder\n\nI can assist it\nY'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\nIf I ever exit\nI feel like I come with Benedict\nLike eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\nYou're so flagrant with your foul behavior\nDr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\nI ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\nIf y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\nI am the purest since blue magic\nI am legend and I do classics\nAnd I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\nAh, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\nOkay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\nA monsterbeast\nAnd that's me, because I make monster beats\nI do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\nOh, turn the volume up\nYou still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\nIt ain't a test to me\nY'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\nGot you going like ecstasy\nUh, yeah\n\nIt's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\nI mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\nAnd oh yeah, the Weezy\nLeft me right where, where you leave me\nI got it all, it's no need to tease me\nI'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\nTold you my lines and you didn't even believe me\nAnd I'm a book, come and read me\nI'm blood, come bleed me\nSlip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\nYeah, because the haters always acting up\nAnd I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\nFirst song get oh boy'd\nNow all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\nAnd I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\nAnd I'm coming to a store near you\nNigga why would I fear you?\nYou can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\nI'm riding from night 'til the next day\nMaybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n(Yo, because)\n\nIt's only one way up so I ain't going down\nThey around know I'm around when I come around\nYung Joc because it's going down\nFrom the brayer and first to Supreme\nAll these niggas know that the kid stay clean\nCustom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\nSo I can change into it\nRap with me, I was craved into it\nI'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\nThe moment I put the pen to the paper\nI'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\nUh\nWeather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\nNow Casey playing chess with Monopoly\nAin't no nigga stopping he\nFrom kid, nigga what you supposed to be\nBubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\nHard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\nOn my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\nAnd I keep going until I hear that beat beep\nHop into your window, just creep creep\nWhenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\nYeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\nKeep writing 'til my hands is numb\nVegas trips, told's times fun\nWhy compete when it's already won?\nCall me daddy nigga, you are my son\nShoot for the stars, she is my gun\nShe's so bomb, I call her a bad one\nSee Casey Gucci killer figure\nBe hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\nThere's only one beer left\nRappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\nTempt me, do a number on the label\nEat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\nLike, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\nHowever you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\nYou're leaving on your face, forfeit\nI crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\nTold him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\nShe told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\nGetting money, DT's be getting no new leads\nIt's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\nIt's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\nSoon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\nThey group been soft\nFirst hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\nHe went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\nShe asked him autograph her derriere, read\n\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\nLove, Villain,\"\nTake pride in code words\n\nCrooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\nProbably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\nStudy how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\nNo, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\nAnd squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\nThe same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\nThey call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\nWhatever happened to two and three?\"\nA herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\nLike, \"What you doing G?\nDon't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\nMatter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\nLooser than a pair of Adidas\nI hope you brought your spare tweeters\nMC's sound like cheerleaders\nRapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\nDOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\nHe do it for the smelly hubbies\nSeeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\nFew can do it, even fewer can sell it\nTake it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\nHe plots shows like robberies\nIn and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\nRun the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\nThe mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\nBring heat, like your boy done gone to war\nHe came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\nA whole string of jobs, like we on tour\nEvery night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\nThere, it is done\nNow that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\nAll of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\nAnd when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\nShall be voted master of the world\nMy plan is foolproof, but just in case","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.54] Uh, yeah\n[00:03.14] How you doing today?\n[00:05.79] Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n[00:10.09] Ace the Creator, man\n[00:11.45] Look\n[00:12.84] Casey Veggies, uh huh\n[00:14.81] Odd Future, look\n[00:16.83] Look\n[00:19.16] Hello, the hype is so mellow\n[00:21.15] Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n[00:23.75] The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n[00:27.00] Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n[00:30.16] If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n[00:32.81] My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n[00:35.69] Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n[00:37.76] Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n[00:41.78] I suffer from ADHD\n[00:43.77] I should win a fucking award for being me\n[00:46.12] Beat banging the tom-toms\n[00:47.32] My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n[00:50.47] Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n[00:52.96] 'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n[00:56.14] Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n[00:59.06] I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n[01:01.31] And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n[01:04.16] Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n[01:06.98] Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n[01:09.96] Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n[01:12.45] So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n[01:14.93] With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n[01:17.35] Uh huh, yeah\n[01:19.10] Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n[01:21.38] Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n[01:23.64] Odd Future, nigga\n[01:24.99] Get used to it, uh\n[01:27.03] Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n[01:30.48] I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n[01:32.81] I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n[01:35.66] On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n[01:38.75] I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n[01:41.26] I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n[01:43.62] The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n[01:47.55] Yeah\n[01:51.63] We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n[01:54.82] Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n[01:58.64] Right here for y'all\n[02:01.50] It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n[02:05.40] One half of Arcade\n[02:07.01] Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n[02:11.22] It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n[02:13.83] Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n[02:16.39] But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n[02:18.98] And plus A-C-E the Creator\n[02:21.97] Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n[02:24.55] If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n[02:27.80] Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n[02:30.94] Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n[02:33.54] I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n[02:35.66] I had to let it bang like gun powder\n[02:38.29] I can assist it\n[02:39.88] Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n[02:41.80] If I ever exit\n[02:43.39] I feel like I come with Benedict\n[02:45.66] Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n[02:48.44] You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n[02:51.29] Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n[02:54.09] I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n[02:57.43] If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n[03:00.10] I am the purest since blue magic\n[03:02.66] I am legend and I do classics\n[03:05.49] And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n[03:08.57] Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n[03:11.99] Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n[03:16.54] A monsterbeast\n[03:17.60] And that's me, because I make monster beats\n[03:20.41] I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n[03:24.19] Oh, turn the volume up\n[03:27.51] You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n[03:31.62] It ain't a test to me\n[03:32.80] Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n[03:35.73] Got you going like ecstasy\n[03:38.05] Uh, yeah\n[03:41.40] It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n[03:45.22] I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n[03:48.12] And oh yeah, the Weezy\n[03:50.45] Left me right where, where you leave me\n[03:53.02] I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n[03:56.26] I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n[03:58.70] Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n[04:02.39] And I'm a book, come and read me\n[04:04.35] I'm blood, come bleed me\n[04:05.78] Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n[04:11.19] Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n[04:14.25] And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n[04:20.94] First song get oh boy'd\n[04:23.05] Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n[04:25.94] And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n[04:29.04] And I'm coming to a store near you\n[04:31.08] Nigga why would I fear you?\n[04:33.34] You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n[04:35.81] I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n[04:38.37] Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n[04:43.02] (Yo, because)\n[04:46.62] It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n[04:49.24] They around know I'm around when I come around\n[04:52.06] Yung Joc because it's going down\n[04:54.78] From the brayer and first to Supreme\n[04:57.30] All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n[04:59.59] Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n[05:02.72] So I can change into it\n[05:04.72] Rap with me, I was craved into it\n[05:06.88] I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n[05:09.48] The moment I put the pen to the paper\n[05:11.70] I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n[05:15.20] Uh\n[05:16.46] Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n[05:19.64] Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n[05:22.86] Ain't no nigga stopping he\n[05:24.12] From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n[05:27.15] Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n[05:29.65] Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n[05:32.28] On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n[05:34.37] And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n[05:38.16] Hop into your window, just creep creep\n[05:40.47] Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n[05:44.96] Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n[05:47.72] Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n[05:49.81] Vegas trips, told's times fun\n[05:52.45] Why compete when it's already won?\n[05:54.04] Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n[05:56.48] Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n[05:58.85] She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n[06:03.39] See Casey Gucci killer figure\n[06:05.52] Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n[06:09.78] There's only one beer left\n[06:11.53] Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n[06:13.88] Tempt me, do a number on the label\n[06:16.25] Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n[06:19.13] Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n[06:21.77] However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n[06:25.17] You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n[06:26.95] I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n[06:29.46] Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n[06:31.86] She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n[06:34.95] Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n[06:37.26] It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n[06:40.22] It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n[06:43.19] Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n[06:46.13] They group been soft\n[06:47.95] First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n[06:50.44] He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n[06:53.08] She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n[06:55.13] \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n[06:58.22] Love, Villain,\"\n[06:59.44] Take pride in code words\n[07:00.80] Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n[07:03.28] Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n[07:06.27] Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n[07:08.52] No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n[07:11.43] And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n[07:13.62] The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n[07:16.51] They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n[07:19.09] \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n[07:21.81] Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n[07:23.53] A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n[07:25.97] Like, \"What you doing G?\n[07:27.25] Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n[07:29.52] Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n[07:32.02] Looser than a pair of Adidas\n[07:33.68] I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n[07:35.29] MC's sound like cheerleaders\n[07:37.00] Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n[07:39.13] DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n[07:42.76] He do it for the smelly hubbies\n[07:43.96] Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n[07:46.89] Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n[07:49.52] Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n[07:52.78] He plots shows like robberies\n[07:54.28] In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n[07:56.96] Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n[07:59.73] The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n[08:02.33] Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n[08:04.84] He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n[08:07.87] A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n[08:10.45] Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n[08:32.60] There, it is done\n[08:35.18] Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n[08:38.53] All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n[08:42.27] And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n[08:46.00] Shall be voted master of the world\n[08:50.47] My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n[08:53.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Odd Octubree\n  artist: brandUn DeShay/Tyler, The Creator/Casey Veggies\n  album: 'Volume: One! 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And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  start_ms: 265940\n  end_ms: 269040\n- text: And I'm coming to a store near you\n  start_ms: 269040\n  end_ms: 271080\n- text: Nigga why would I fear you?\n  start_ms: 271080\n  end_ms: 273340\n- text: You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  start_ms: 273340\n  end_ms: 275810\n- text: I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  start_ms: 275810\n  end_ms: 278370\n- text: Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  start_ms: 278370\n  end_ms: 283020\n- text: (Yo, because)\n  start_ms: 283020\n  end_ms: 286620\n- text: It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  start_ms: 286620\n  end_ms: 289240\n- text: They around know I'm around when I come around\n  start_ms: 289240\n  end_ms: 292060\n- text: Yung Joc because it's going down\n  start_ms: 292060\n  end_ms: 294780\n- text: From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  start_ms: 294780\n  end_ms: 297300\n- text: All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  start_ms: 297300\n  end_ms: 299590\n- text: Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  start_ms: 299590\n  end_ms: 302720\n- text: So I can change into it\n  start_ms: 302720\n  end_ms: 304720\n- text: Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  start_ms: 304720\n  end_ms: 306880\n- text: I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  start_ms: 306880\n  end_ms: 309480\n- text: The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  start_ms: 309480\n  end_ms: 311700\n- text: I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n  start_ms: 311700\n  end_ms: 315200\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 315200\n  end_ms: 316460\n- text: Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  start_ms: 316460\n  end_ms: 319640\n- text: Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  start_ms: 319640\n  end_ms: 322860\n- text: Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  start_ms: 322860\n  end_ms: 324120\n- text: From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  start_ms: 324120\n  end_ms: 327150\n- text: Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  start_ms: 327150\n  end_ms: 329650\n- 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start_ms: 358850\n  end_ms: 363390\n- text: See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  start_ms: 363390\n  end_ms: 365520\n- text: Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n  start_ms: 365520\n  end_ms: 369780\n- text: There's only one beer left\n  start_ms: 369780\n  end_ms: 371530\n- text: Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  start_ms: 371530\n  end_ms: 373880\n- text: Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  start_ms: 373880\n  end_ms: 376250\n- text: Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  start_ms: 376250\n  end_ms: 379130\n- text: Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  start_ms: 379130\n  end_ms: 381770\n- text: However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  start_ms: 381770\n  end_ms: 385170\n- text: You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  start_ms: 385170\n  end_ms: 386950\n- text: I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  start_ms: 386950\n  end_ms: 389460\n- text: Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  start_ms: 389460\n  end_ms: 391860\n- text: She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  start_ms: 391860\n  end_ms: 394950\n- text: Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  start_ms: 394950\n  end_ms: 397260\n- text: It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n  start_ms: 397260\n  end_ms: 400220\n- text: It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  start_ms: 400220\n  end_ms: 403190\n- text: Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  start_ms: 403190\n  end_ms: 406130\n- text: They group been soft\n  start_ms: 406130\n  end_ms: 407950\n- text: First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  start_ms: 407950\n  end_ms: 410440\n- text: He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  start_ms: 410440\n  end_ms: 413080\n- text: She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  start_ms: 413080\n  end_ms: 415130\n- text: '\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd'\n  start_ms: 415130\n  end_ms: 418220\n- text: Love, Villain,\"\n  start_ms: 418220\n  end_ms: 419440\n- text: Take pride in code words\n  start_ms: 419440\n  end_ms: 420800\n- text: Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  start_ms: 420800\n  end_ms: 423280\n- text: Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  start_ms: 423280\n  end_ms: 426270\n- text: Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  start_ms: 426270\n  end_ms: 428520\n- text: No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  start_ms: 428520\n  end_ms: 431430\n- text: And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  start_ms: 431430\n  end_ms: 433620\n- text: The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  start_ms: 433620\n  end_ms: 436510\n- text: They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  start_ms: 436510\n  end_ms: 439090\n- text: '\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six'\n  start_ms: 439090\n  end_ms: 441810\n- text: Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  start_ms: 441810\n  end_ms: 443530\n- text: A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  start_ms: 443530\n  end_ms: 445970\n- text: Like, \"What you doing G?\n  start_ms: 445970\n  end_ms: 447250\n- text: Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  start_ms: 447250\n  end_ms: 449520\n- text: Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n  start_ms: 449520\n  end_ms: 452020\n- text: Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  start_ms: 452020\n  end_ms: 453680\n- text: I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  start_ms: 453680\n  end_ms: 455290\n- text: MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  start_ms: 455290\n  end_ms: 457000\n- text: Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  start_ms: 457000\n  end_ms: 459130\n- text: DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  start_ms: 459130\n  end_ms: 462760\n- text: He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  start_ms: 462760\n  end_ms: 463960\n- text: Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  start_ms: 463960\n  end_ms: 466890\n- text: Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  start_ms: 466890\n  end_ms: 469520\n- text: Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n  start_ms: 469520\n  end_ms: 472780\n- text: He plots shows like robberies\n  start_ms: 472780\n  end_ms: 474280\n- text: In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  start_ms: 474280\n  end_ms: 476960\n- text: Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  start_ms: 476960\n  end_ms: 479730\n- text: The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  start_ms: 479730\n  end_ms: 482330\n- text: Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  start_ms: 482330\n  end_ms: 484840\n- text: He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  start_ms: 484840\n  end_ms: 487870\n- text: A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  start_ms: 487870\n  end_ms: 490450\n- text: Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n  start_ms: 490450\n  end_ms: 512600\n- text: There, it is done\n  start_ms: 512600\n  end_ms: 515180\n- text: Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  start_ms: 515180\n  end_ms: 518530\n- text: All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  start_ms: 518530\n  end_ms: 522270\n- text: And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  start_ms: 522270\n  end_ms: 526000\n- text: Shall be voted master of the world\n  start_ms: 526000\n  end_ms: 530470\n- text: My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n  start_ms: 530470\n  end_ms: 533780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 533780\nplain: |-\n  Uh, yeah\n  How you doing today?\n  Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n  Ace the Creator, man\n  Look\n  Casey Veggies, uh huh\n  Odd Future, look\n  Look\n\n  Hello, the hype is so mellow\n  Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n  The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n  Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n  If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n  My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n  Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n  Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n  I suffer from ADHD\n  I should win a fucking award for being me\n\n  Beat banging the tom-toms\n  My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n  Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n  'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n  Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n  I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n  And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n  Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n  Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n  Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n  So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n  With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\n  Uh huh, yeah\n  Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n  Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n  Odd Future, nigga\n  Get used to it, uh\n  Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\n  I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n  I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n  On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n  I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n  I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n  The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\n  Yeah\n  We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  Right here for y'all\n  It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  One half of Arcade\n  Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\n  It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  I had to let it bang like gun powder\n\n  I can assist it\n  Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  If I ever exit\n  I feel like I come with Benedict\n  Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\n  I am the purest since blue magic\n  I am legend and I do classics\n  And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  A monsterbeast\n  And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\n  Oh, turn the volume up\n  You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  It ain't a test to me\n  Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  Got you going like ecstasy\n  Uh, yeah\n\n  It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  Left me right where, where you leave me\n  I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  And I'm a book, come and read me\n  I'm blood, come bleed me\n  Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\n  First song get oh boy'd\n  Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  And I'm coming to a store near you\n  Nigga why would I fear you?\n  You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  (Yo, because)\n\n  It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  They around know I'm around when I come around\n  Yung Joc because it's going down\n  From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  So I can change into it\n  Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\n  Uh\n  Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\n  Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  Why compete when it's already won?\n  Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\n  There's only one beer left\n  Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\n  It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  They group been soft\n  First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n  Love, Villain,\"\n  Take pride in code words\n\n  Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n  Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  Like, \"What you doing G?\n  Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\n  Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\n  He plots shows like robberies\n  In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\n  There, it is done\n  Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  Shall be voted master of the world\n  My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n"},{"id":37879081,"name":"Odd Octubree","trackName":"Odd Octubree","artistName":"brandUn DeShay, Tyler, The Creator, Casey Veggies","albumName":"Volume: One! For The Money","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, yeah\nHow you doing today?\nUh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\nAce the Creator, man\nLook\nCasey Veggies, uh huh\nOdd Future, look\nLook\n\nHello, the hype is so mellow\nBitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\nThe blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\nNigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\nIf you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\nMy accessorize accessories bring out my assets\nNigga the sound on acid, tablets\nStussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\nI suffer from ADHD\nI should win a fucking award for being me\n\nBeat banging the tom-toms\nMy producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\nAce the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\nEating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\nI sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\nAnd to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\nStep one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\nStep two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\nNigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\nSo when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\nWith Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\nUh huh, yeah\nAce, the Creator, man, uh\nCasey Veggies, yo, uh huh\nOdd Future, nigga\nGet used to it, uh\nLet me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\nI'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\nI'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\nOn award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\nI'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\nI'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\nThe hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\nYeah\nWe gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\nTrevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\nRight here for y'all\nIt's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\nOne half of Arcade\nStep your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\nIt's the mixtape extraordinaire\nHip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\nBut thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\nAnd plus A-C-E the Creator\nY'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\nIf you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\nHello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\nY'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\nI'm always off the top like Kung Lao\nI had to let it bang like gun powder\n\nI can assist it\nY'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\nIf I ever exit\nI feel like I come with Benedict\nLike eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\nYou're so flagrant with your foul behavior\nDr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\nI ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\nIf y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\nI am the purest since blue magic\nI am legend and I do classics\nAnd I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\nAh, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\nOkay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\nA monsterbeast\nAnd that's me, because I make monster beats\nI do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\nOh, turn the volume up\nYou still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\nIt ain't a test to me\nY'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\nGot you going like ecstasy\nUh, yeah\n\nIt's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\nI mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\nAnd oh yeah, the Weezy\nLeft me right where, where you leave me\nI got it all, it's no need to tease me\nI'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\nTold you my lines and you didn't even believe me\nAnd I'm a book, come and read me\nI'm blood, come bleed me\nSlip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\nYeah, because the haters always acting up\nAnd I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\nFirst song get oh boy'd\nNow all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\nAnd I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\nAnd I'm coming to a store near you\nNigga why would I fear you?\nYou can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\nI'm riding from night 'til the next day\nMaybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n(Yo, because)\n\nIt's only one way up so I ain't going down\nThey around know I'm around when I come around\nYung Joc because it's going down\nFrom the brayer and first to Supreme\nAll these niggas know that the kid stay clean\nCustom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\nSo I can change into it\nRap with me, I was craved into it\nI'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\nThe moment I put the pen to the paper\nI'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\nUh\nWeather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\nNow Casey playing chess with Monopoly\nAin't no nigga stopping he\nFrom kid, nigga what you supposed to be\nBubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\nHard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\nOn my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\nAnd I keep going until I hear that beat beep\nHop into your window, just creep creep\nWhenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\nYeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\nKeep writing 'til my hands is numb\nVegas trips, told's times fun\nWhy compete when it's already won?\nCall me daddy nigga, you are my son\nShoot for the stars, she is my gun\nShe's so bomb, I call her a bad one\nSee Casey Gucci killer figure\nBe hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\nThere's only one beer left\nRappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\nTempt me, do a number on the label\nEat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\nLike, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\nHowever you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\nYou're leaving on your face, forfeit\nI crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\nTold him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\nShe told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\nGetting money, DT's be getting no new leads\nIt's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\nIt's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\nSoon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\nThey group been soft\nFirst hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\nHe went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\nShe asked him autograph her derriere, read\n\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\nLove, Villain,\"\nTake pride in code words\n\nCrooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\nProbably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\nStudy how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\nNo, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\nAnd squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\nThe same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\nThey call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\nWhatever happened to two and three?\"\nA herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\nLike, \"What you doing G?\nDon't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\nMatter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\nLooser than a pair of Adidas\nI hope you brought your spare tweeters\nMC's sound like cheerleaders\nRapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\nDOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\nHe do it for the smelly hubbies\nSeeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\nFew can do it, even fewer can sell it\nTake it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\nHe plots shows like robberies\nIn and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\nRun the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\nThe mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\nBring heat, like your boy done gone to war\nHe came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\nA whole string of jobs, like we on tour\nEvery night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\nThere, it is done\nNow that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\nAll of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\nAnd when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\nShall be voted master of the world\nMy plan is foolproof, but just in case","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.54]Uh, yeah\n[00:03.14]How you doing today?\n[00:05.79]Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n[00:10.09]Ace the Creator, man\n[00:11.45]Look\n[00:12.84]Casey Veggies, uh huh\n[00:14.81]Odd Future, look\n[00:16.83]Look\n[00:19.16]Hello, the hype is so mellow\n[00:21.15]Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n[00:23.75]The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n[00:27.00]Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n[00:30.16]If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n[00:32.81]My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n[00:35.69]Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n[00:37.76]Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n[00:41.78]I suffer from ADHD\n[00:43.77]I should win a fucking award for being me\n[00:46.12]Beat banging the tom-toms\n[00:47.32]My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n[00:50.47]Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n[00:52.96]'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n[00:56.14]Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n[00:59.06]I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n[01:01.31]And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n[01:04.16]Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n[01:06.98]Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n[01:09.96]Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n[01:12.45]So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n[01:14.93]With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n[01:17.35]Uh huh, yeah\n[01:19.10]Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n[01:21.38]Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n[01:23.64]Odd Future, nigga\n[01:24.99]Get used to it, uh\n[01:27.03]Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n[01:30.48]I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n[01:32.81]I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n[01:35.66]On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n[01:38.75]I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n[01:41.26]I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n[01:43.62]The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n[01:47.55]Yeah\n[01:51.63]We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n[01:54.82]Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n[01:58.64]Right here for y'all\n[02:01.50]It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n[02:05.40]One half of Arcade\n[02:07.01]Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n[02:11.22]It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n[02:13.83]Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n[02:16.39]But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n[02:18.98]And plus A-C-E the Creator\n[02:21.97]Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n[02:24.55]If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n[02:27.80]Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n[02:30.94]Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n[02:33.54]I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n[02:35.66]I had to let it bang like gun powder\n[02:38.29]I can assist it\n[02:39.88]Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n[02:41.80]If I ever exit\n[02:43.39]I feel like I come with Benedict\n[02:45.66]Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n[02:48.44]You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n[02:51.29]Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n[02:54.09]I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n[02:57.43]If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n[03:00.10]I am the purest since blue magic\n[03:02.66]I am legend and I do classics\n[03:05.49]And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n[03:08.57]Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n[03:11.99]Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n[03:16.54]A monsterbeast\n[03:17.60]And that's me, because I make monster beats\n[03:20.41]I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n[03:24.19]Oh, turn the volume up\n[03:27.51]You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n[03:31.62]It ain't a test to me\n[03:32.80]Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n[03:35.73]Got you going like ecstasy\n[03:38.05]Uh, yeah\n[03:41.40]It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n[03:45.22]I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n[03:48.12]And oh yeah, the Weezy\n[03:50.45]Left me right where, where you leave me\n[03:53.02]I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n[03:56.26]I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n[03:58.70]Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n[04:02.39]And I'm a book, come and read me\n[04:04.35]I'm blood, come bleed me\n[04:05.78]Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n[04:11.19]Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n[04:14.25]And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n[04:20.94]First song get oh boy'd\n[04:23.05]Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n[04:25.94]And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n[04:29.04]And I'm coming to a store near you\n[04:31.08]Nigga why would I fear you?\n[04:33.34]You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n[04:35.81]I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n[04:38.37]Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n[04:43.02](Yo, because)\n[04:46.62]It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n[04:49.24]They around know I'm around when I come around\n[04:52.06]Yung Joc because it's going down\n[04:54.78]From the brayer and first to Supreme\n[04:57.30]All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n[04:59.59]Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n[05:02.72]So I can change into it\n[05:04.72]Rap with me, I was craved into it\n[05:06.88]I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n[05:09.48]The moment I put the pen to the paper\n[05:11.70]I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n[05:15.20]Uh\n[05:16.46]Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n[05:19.64]Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n[05:22.86]Ain't no nigga stopping he\n[05:24.12]From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n[05:27.15]Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n[05:29.65]Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n[05:32.28]On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n[05:34.37]And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n[05:38.16]Hop into your window, just creep creep\n[05:40.47]Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n[05:44.96]Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n[05:47.72]Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n[05:49.81]Vegas trips, told's times fun\n[05:52.45]Why compete when it's already won?\n[05:54.04]Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n[05:56.48]Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n[05:58.85]She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n[06:03.39]See Casey Gucci killer figure\n[06:05.52]Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n[06:09.78]There's only one beer left\n[06:11.53]Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n[06:13.88]Tempt me, do a number on the label\n[06:16.25]Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n[06:19.13]Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n[06:21.77]However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n[06:25.17]You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n[06:26.95]I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n[06:29.46]Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n[06:31.86]She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n[06:34.95]Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n[06:37.26]It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n[06:40.22]It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n[06:43.19]Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n[06:46.13]They group been soft\n[06:47.95]First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n[06:50.44]He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n[06:53.08]She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n[06:55.13]\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n[06:58.22]Love, Villain,\"\n[06:59.44]Take pride in code words\n[07:00.80]Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n[07:03.28]Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n[07:06.27]Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n[07:08.52]No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n[07:11.43]And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n[07:13.62]The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n[07:16.51]They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n[07:19.09]\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n[07:21.81]Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n[07:23.53]A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n[07:25.97]Like, \"What you doing G?\n[07:27.25]Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n[07:29.52]Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n[07:32.02]Looser than a pair of Adidas\n[07:33.68]I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n[07:35.29]MC's sound like cheerleaders\n[07:37.00]Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n[07:39.13]DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n[07:42.76]He do it for the smelly hubbies\n[07:43.96]Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n[07:46.89]Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n[07:49.52]Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n[07:52.78]He plots shows like robberies\n[07:54.28]In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n[07:56.96]Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n[07:59.73]The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n[08:02.33]Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n[08:04.84]He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n[08:07.87]A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n[08:10.45]Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n[08:32.60]There, it is done\n[08:35.18]Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n[08:38.53]All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n[08:42.27]And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n[08:46.00]Shall be voted master of the world\n[08:50.47]My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n[08:53.78]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Odd Octubree\n  artist: brandUn DeShay, Tyler, The Creator, Casey Veggies\n  album: 'Volume: One! 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Aight, where the jeans at?\n  start_ms: 101260\n  end_ms: 103620\n- text: The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n  start_ms: 103620\n  end_ms: 107550\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 107550\n  end_ms: 111630\n- text: We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  start_ms: 111630\n  end_ms: 114820\n- text: Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  start_ms: 114820\n  end_ms: 118640\n- text: Right here for y'all\n  start_ms: 118640\n  end_ms: 121500\n- text: It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  start_ms: 121500\n  end_ms: 125400\n- text: One half of Arcade\n  start_ms: 125400\n  end_ms: 127010\n- text: Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 127010\n  end_ms: 131220\n- text: It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  start_ms: 131220\n  end_ms: 133830\n- text: Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  start_ms: 133830\n  end_ms: 136390\n- text: But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  start_ms: 136390\n  end_ms: 138980\n- text: And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  start_ms: 138980\n  end_ms: 141970\n- text: Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  start_ms: 141970\n  end_ms: 144550\n- text: If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  start_ms: 144550\n  end_ms: 147800\n- text: Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  start_ms: 147800\n  end_ms: 150940\n- text: Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  start_ms: 150940\n  end_ms: 153540\n- text: I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  start_ms: 153540\n  end_ms: 155660\n- text: I had to let it bang like gun powder\n  start_ms: 155660\n  end_ms: 158290\n- text: I can assist it\n  start_ms: 158290\n  end_ms: 159880\n- text: Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  start_ms: 159880\n  end_ms: 161800\n- text: If I ever exit\n  start_ms: 161800\n  end_ms: 163390\n- text: I feel like I come with Benedict\n  start_ms: 163390\n  end_ms: 165660\n- text: Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  start_ms: 165660\n  end_ms: 168440\n- text: You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  start_ms: 168440\n  end_ms: 171290\n- text: Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  start_ms: 171290\n  end_ms: 174090\n- text: I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  start_ms: 174090\n  end_ms: 177430\n- text: If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n  start_ms: 177430\n  end_ms: 180100\n- text: I am the purest since blue magic\n  start_ms: 180100\n  end_ms: 182660\n- text: I am legend and I do classics\n  start_ms: 182660\n  end_ms: 185490\n- text: And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  start_ms: 185490\n  end_ms: 188570\n- text: Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  start_ms: 188570\n  end_ms: 191990\n- text: Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  start_ms: 191990\n  end_ms: 196540\n- text: A monsterbeast\n  start_ms: 196540\n  end_ms: 197600\n- text: And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  start_ms: 197600\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: Oh, turn the volume up\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 211620\n- text: It ain't a test to me\n  start_ms: 211620\n  end_ms: 212800\n- text: Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  start_ms: 212800\n  end_ms: 215730\n- text: Got you going like ecstasy\n  start_ms: 215730\n  end_ms: 218050\n- text: Uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 218050\n  end_ms: 221400\n- text: It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  start_ms: 221400\n  end_ms: 225220\n- text: I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  start_ms: 225220\n  end_ms: 228120\n- text: And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  start_ms: 228120\n  end_ms: 230450\n- text: Left me right where, where you leave me\n  start_ms: 230450\n  end_ms: 233020\n- text: I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  start_ms: 233020\n  end_ms: 236260\n- text: I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  start_ms: 236260\n  end_ms: 238700\n- text: Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  start_ms: 238700\n  end_ms: 242390\n- text: And I'm a book, come and read me\n  start_ms: 242390\n  end_ms: 244350\n- text: I'm blood, come bleed me\n  start_ms: 244350\n  end_ms: 245780\n- text: Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  start_ms: 245780\n  end_ms: 251190\n- text: Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  start_ms: 251190\n  end_ms: 254250\n- text: And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n  start_ms: 254250\n  end_ms: 260940\n- text: First song get oh boy'd\n  start_ms: 260940\n  end_ms: 263050\n- text: Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  start_ms: 263050\n  end_ms: 265940\n- text: And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  start_ms: 265940\n  end_ms: 269040\n- text: And I'm coming to a store near you\n  start_ms: 269040\n  end_ms: 271080\n- text: Nigga why would I fear you?\n  start_ms: 271080\n  end_ms: 273340\n- text: You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  start_ms: 273340\n  end_ms: 275810\n- text: I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  start_ms: 275810\n  end_ms: 278370\n- text: Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  start_ms: 278370\n  end_ms: 283020\n- text: (Yo, because)\n  start_ms: 283020\n  end_ms: 286620\n- text: It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  start_ms: 286620\n  end_ms: 289240\n- text: They around know I'm around when I come around\n  start_ms: 289240\n  end_ms: 292060\n- text: Yung Joc because it's going down\n  start_ms: 292060\n  end_ms: 294780\n- text: From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  start_ms: 294780\n  end_ms: 297300\n- text: All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  start_ms: 297300\n  end_ms: 299590\n- text: Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  start_ms: 299590\n  end_ms: 302720\n- text: So I can change into it\n  start_ms: 302720\n  end_ms: 304720\n- text: Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  start_ms: 304720\n  end_ms: 306880\n- text: I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  start_ms: 306880\n  end_ms: 309480\n- text: The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  start_ms: 309480\n  end_ms: 311700\n- text: I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n  start_ms: 311700\n  end_ms: 315200\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 315200\n  end_ms: 316460\n- text: Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  start_ms: 316460\n  end_ms: 319640\n- text: Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  start_ms: 319640\n  end_ms: 322860\n- text: Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  start_ms: 322860\n  end_ms: 324120\n- text: From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  start_ms: 324120\n  end_ms: 327150\n- text: Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  start_ms: 327150\n  end_ms: 329650\n- text: Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  start_ms: 329650\n  end_ms: 332280\n- text: On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  start_ms: 332280\n  end_ms: 334370\n- text: And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  start_ms: 334370\n  end_ms: 338160\n- text: Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  start_ms: 338160\n  end_ms: 340470\n- text: Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n  start_ms: 340470\n  end_ms: 344960\n- text: Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  start_ms: 344960\n  end_ms: 347720\n- text: Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  start_ms: 347720\n  end_ms: 349810\n- text: Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  start_ms: 349810\n  end_ms: 352450\n- text: Why compete when it's already won?\n  start_ms: 352450\n  end_ms: 354040\n- text: Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  start_ms: 354040\n  end_ms: 356480\n- text: Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  start_ms: 356480\n  end_ms: 358850\n- text: She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  start_ms: 358850\n  end_ms: 363390\n- text: See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  start_ms: 363390\n  end_ms: 365520\n- text: Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n  start_ms: 365520\n  end_ms: 369780\n- text: There's only one beer left\n  start_ms: 369780\n  end_ms: 371530\n- text: Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  start_ms: 371530\n  end_ms: 373880\n- text: Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  start_ms: 373880\n  end_ms: 376250\n- text: Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  start_ms: 376250\n  end_ms: 379130\n- text: Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  start_ms: 379130\n  end_ms: 381770\n- text: However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  start_ms: 381770\n  end_ms: 385170\n- text: You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  start_ms: 385170\n  end_ms: 386950\n- text: I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  start_ms: 386950\n  end_ms: 389460\n- text: Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  start_ms: 389460\n  end_ms: 391860\n- text: She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  start_ms: 391860\n  end_ms: 394950\n- text: Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  start_ms: 394950\n  end_ms: 397260\n- text: It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n  start_ms: 397260\n  end_ms: 400220\n- text: It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  start_ms: 400220\n  end_ms: 403190\n- text: Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  start_ms: 403190\n  end_ms: 406130\n- text: They group been soft\n  start_ms: 406130\n  end_ms: 407950\n- text: First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  start_ms: 407950\n  end_ms: 410440\n- text: He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  start_ms: 410440\n  end_ms: 413080\n- text: She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  start_ms: 413080\n  end_ms: 415130\n- text: '\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd'\n  start_ms: 415130\n  end_ms: 418220\n- text: Love, Villain,\"\n  start_ms: 418220\n  end_ms: 419440\n- text: Take pride in code words\n  start_ms: 419440\n  end_ms: 420800\n- text: Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  start_ms: 420800\n  end_ms: 423280\n- text: Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  start_ms: 423280\n  end_ms: 426270\n- text: Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  start_ms: 426270\n  end_ms: 428520\n- text: No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  start_ms: 428520\n  end_ms: 431430\n- text: And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  start_ms: 431430\n  end_ms: 433620\n- text: The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  start_ms: 433620\n  end_ms: 436510\n- text: They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  start_ms: 436510\n  end_ms: 439090\n- text: '\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six'\n  start_ms: 439090\n  end_ms: 441810\n- text: Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  start_ms: 441810\n  end_ms: 443530\n- text: A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  start_ms: 443530\n  end_ms: 445970\n- text: Like, \"What you doing G?\n  start_ms: 445970\n  end_ms: 447250\n- text: Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  start_ms: 447250\n  end_ms: 449520\n- text: Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n  start_ms: 449520\n  end_ms: 452020\n- text: Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  start_ms: 452020\n  end_ms: 453680\n- text: I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  start_ms: 453680\n  end_ms: 455290\n- text: MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  start_ms: 455290\n  end_ms: 457000\n- text: Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  start_ms: 457000\n  end_ms: 459130\n- text: DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  start_ms: 459130\n  end_ms: 462760\n- text: He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  start_ms: 462760\n  end_ms: 463960\n- text: Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  start_ms: 463960\n  end_ms: 466890\n- text: Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  start_ms: 466890\n  end_ms: 469520\n- text: Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n  start_ms: 469520\n  end_ms: 472780\n- text: He plots shows like robberies\n  start_ms: 472780\n  end_ms: 474280\n- text: In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  start_ms: 474280\n  end_ms: 476960\n- text: Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  start_ms: 476960\n  end_ms: 479730\n- text: The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  start_ms: 479730\n  end_ms: 482330\n- text: Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  start_ms: 482330\n  end_ms: 484840\n- text: He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  start_ms: 484840\n  end_ms: 487870\n- text: A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  start_ms: 487870\n  end_ms: 490450\n- text: Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n  start_ms: 490450\n  end_ms: 512600\n- text: There, it is done\n  start_ms: 512600\n  end_ms: 515180\n- text: Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  start_ms: 515180\n  end_ms: 518530\n- text: All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  start_ms: 518530\n  end_ms: 522270\n- text: And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  start_ms: 522270\n  end_ms: 526000\n- text: Shall be voted master of the world\n  start_ms: 526000\n  end_ms: 530470\n- text: My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n  start_ms: 530470\n  end_ms: 533780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 533780\nplain: |-\n  Uh, yeah\n  How you doing today?\n  Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n  Ace the Creator, man\n  Look\n  Casey Veggies, uh huh\n  Odd Future, look\n  Look\n\n  Hello, the hype is so mellow\n  Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n  The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n  Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n  If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n  My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n  Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n  Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n  I suffer from ADHD\n  I should win a fucking award for being me\n\n  Beat banging the tom-toms\n  My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n  Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n  'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n  Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n  I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n  And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n  Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n  Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n  Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n  So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n  With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\n  Uh huh, yeah\n  Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n  Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n  Odd Future, nigga\n  Get used to it, uh\n  Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\n  I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n  I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n  On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n  I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n  I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n  The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\n  Yeah\n  We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  Right here for y'all\n  It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  One half of Arcade\n  Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\n  It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  I had to let it bang like gun powder\n\n  I can assist it\n  Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  If I ever exit\n  I feel like I come with Benedict\n  Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\n  I am the purest since blue magic\n  I am legend and I do classics\n  And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  A monsterbeast\n  And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\n  Oh, turn the volume up\n  You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  It ain't a test to me\n  Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  Got you going like ecstasy\n  Uh, yeah\n\n  It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  Left me right where, where you leave me\n  I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  And I'm a book, come and read me\n  I'm blood, come bleed me\n  Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\n  First song get oh boy'd\n  Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  And I'm coming to a store near you\n  Nigga why would I fear you?\n  You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  (Yo, because)\n\n  It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  They around know I'm around when I come around\n  Yung Joc because it's going down\n  From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  So I can change into it\n  Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\n  Uh\n  Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\n  Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  Why compete when it's already won?\n  Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\n  There's only one beer left\n  Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\n  It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  They group been soft\n  First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n  Love, Villain,\"\n  Take pride in code words\n\n  Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n  Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  Like, \"What you doing G?\n  Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\n  Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\n  He plots shows like robberies\n  In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\n  There, it is done\n  Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  Shall be voted master of the world\n  My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n"},{"id":38210933,"name":"Odd Octubree","trackName":"Odd Octubree","artistName":"brandUn DeShay ft. 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For the Money","duration":534.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, yeah\nHow you doing today?\nUh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\nAce the Creator, man\nLook\nCasey Veggies, uh huh\nOdd Future, look\nLook\n\nHello, the hype is so mellow\nBitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\nThe blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\nNigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\nIf you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\nMy accessorize accessories bring out my assets\nNigga the sound on acid, tablets\nStussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\nI suffer from ADHD\nI should win a fucking award for being me\n\nBeat banging the tom-toms\nMy producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\nAce the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\nEating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\nI sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\nAnd to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\nStep one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\nStep two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\nNigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\nSo when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\nWith Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\nUh huh, yeah\nAce, the Creator, man, uh\nCasey Veggies, yo, uh huh\nOdd Future, nigga\nGet used to it, uh\nLet me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\nI'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\nI'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\nOn award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\nI'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\nI'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\nThe hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\nYeah\nWe gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\nTrevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\nRight here for y'all\nIt's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\nOne half of Arcade\nStep your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\nIt's the mixtape extraordinaire\nHip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\nBut thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\nAnd plus A-C-E the Creator\nY'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\nIf you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\nHello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\nY'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\nI'm always off the top like Kung Lao\nI had to let it bang like gun powder\n\nI can assist it\nY'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\nIf I ever exit\nI feel like I come with Benedict\nLike eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\nYou're so flagrant with your foul behavior\nDr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\nI ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\nIf y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\nI am the purest since blue magic\nI am legend and I do classics\nAnd I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\nAh, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\nOkay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\nA monsterbeast\nAnd that's me, because I make monster beats\nI do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\nOh, turn the volume up\nYou still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\nIt ain't a test to me\nY'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\nGot you going like ecstasy\nUh, yeah\n\nIt's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\nI mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\nAnd oh yeah, the Weezy\nLeft me right where, where you leave me\nI got it all, it's no need to tease me\nI'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\nTold you my lines and you didn't even believe me\nAnd I'm a book, come and read me\nI'm blood, come bleed me\nSlip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\nYeah, because the haters always acting up\nAnd I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\nFirst song get oh boy'd\nNow all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\nAnd I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\nAnd I'm coming to a store near you\nNigga why would I fear you?\nYou can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\nI'm riding from night 'til the next day\nMaybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n(Yo, because)\n\nIt's only one way up so I ain't going down\nThey around know I'm around when I come around\nYung Joc because it's going down\nFrom the brayer and first to Supreme\nAll these niggas know that the kid stay clean\nCustom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\nSo I can change into it\nRap with me, I was craved into it\nI'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\nThe moment I put the pen to the paper\nI'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\nUh\nWeather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\nNow Casey playing chess with Monopoly\nAin't no nigga stopping he\nFrom kid, nigga what you supposed to be\nBubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\nHard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\nOn my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\nAnd I keep going until I hear that beat beep\nHop into your window, just creep creep\nWhenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\nYeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\nKeep writing 'til my hands is numb\nVegas trips, told's times fun\nWhy compete when it's already won?\nCall me daddy nigga, you are my son\nShoot for the stars, she is my gun\nShe's so bomb, I call her a bad one\nSee Casey Gucci killer figure\nBe hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\nThere's only one beer left\nRappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\nTempt me, do a number on the label\nEat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\nLike, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\nHowever you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\nYou're leaving on your face, forfeit\nI crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\nTold him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\nShe told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\nGetting money, DT's be getting no new leads\nIt's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\nIt's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\nSoon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\nThey group been soft\nFirst hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\nHe went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\nShe asked him autograph her derriere, read\n\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\nLove, Villain,\"\nTake pride in code words\n\nCrooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\nProbably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\nStudy how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\nNo, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\nAnd squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\nThe same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\nThey call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\nWhatever happened to two and three?\"\nA herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\nLike, \"What you doing G?\nDon't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\nMatter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\nLooser than a pair of Adidas\nI hope you brought your spare tweeters\nMC's sound like cheerleaders\nRapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\nDOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\nHe do it for the smelly hubbies\nSeeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\nFew can do it, even fewer can sell it\nTake it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\nHe plots shows like robberies\nIn and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\nRun the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\nThe mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\nBring heat, like your boy done gone to war\nHe came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\nA whole string of jobs, like we on tour\nEvery night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\nThere, it is done\nNow that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\nAll of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\nAnd when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\nShall be voted master of the world\nMy plan is foolproof, but just in case","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.53] Uh, yeah\n[00:03.18] How you doing today?\n[00:05.71] Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n[00:10.04] Ace the Creator, man\n[00:11.42] Look\n[00:12.81] Casey Veggies, uh huh\n[00:14.86] Odd Future, look\n[00:16.86] Look\n[00:19.15] Hello, the hype is so mellow\n[00:21.11] Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n[00:23.77] The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n[00:27.02] Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n[00:30.19] If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n[00:32.84] My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n[00:35.62] Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n[00:37.77] Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n[00:41.79] I suffer from ADHD\n[00:43.70] I should win a fucking award for being me\n[00:46.11] Beat banging the tom-toms\n[00:47.32] My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n[00:50.42] Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n[00:52.90] 'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n[00:56.19] Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n[00:59.06] I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n[01:01.36] And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n[01:04.14] Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n[01:06.91] Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n[01:09.97] Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n[01:12.41] So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n[01:14.92] With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n[01:17.35] Uh huh, yeah\n[01:19.14] Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n[01:21.31] Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n[01:23.65] Odd Future, nigga\n[01:24.98] Get used to it, uh\n[01:27.03] Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n[01:30.46] I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n[01:32.85] I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n[01:35.69] On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n[01:38.72] I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n[01:41.26] I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n[01:43.67] The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n[01:47.55] Yeah\n[01:51.66] We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n[01:54.80] Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n[01:58.67] Right here for y'all\n[02:01.53] It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n[02:05.40] One half of Arcade\n[02:07.07] Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n[02:11.25] It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n[02:13.82] Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n[02:16.30] But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n[02:18.95] And plus A-C-E the Creator\n[02:21.91] Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n[02:24.57] If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n[02:27.81] Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n[02:30.97] Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n[02:33.58] I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n[02:35.69] I had to let it bang like gun powder\n[02:38.27] I can assist it\n[02:39.80] Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n[02:41.83] If I ever exit\n[02:43.31] I feel like I come with Benedict\n[02:45.61] Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n[02:48.48] You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n[02:51.20] Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n[02:54.05] I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n[02:57.45] If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n[03:00.15] I am the purest since blue magic\n[03:02.65] I am legend and I do classics\n[03:05.48] And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n[03:08.52] Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n[03:11.92] Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n[03:16.53] A monsterbeast\n[03:17.68] And that's me, because I make monster beats\n[03:20.43] I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n[03:24.10] Oh, turn the volume up\n[03:27.52] You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n[03:31.63] It ain't a test to me\n[03:32.88] Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n[03:35.77] Got you going like ecstasy\n[03:38.05] Uh, yeah\n[03:41.49] It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n[03:45.23] I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n[03:48.17] And oh yeah, the Weezy\n[03:50.46] Left me right where, where you leave me\n[03:53.05] I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n[03:56.23] I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n[03:58.75] Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n[04:02.34] And I'm a book, come and read me\n[04:04.30] I'm blood, come bleed me\n[04:05.76] Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n[04:11.17] Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n[04:14.21] And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n[04:20.98] First song get oh boy'd\n[04:23.06] Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n[04:25.91] And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n[04:29.03] And I'm coming to a store near you\n[04:31.01] Nigga why would I fear you?\n[04:33.37] You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n[04:35.89] I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n[04:38.39] Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n[04:43.09] (Yo, because)\n[04:46.62] It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n[04:49.23] They around know I'm around when I come around\n[04:52.08] Yung Joc because it's going down\n[04:54.76] From the brayer and first to Supreme\n[04:57.25] All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n[04:59.51] Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n[05:02.79] So I can change into it\n[05:04.72] Rap with me, I was craved into it\n[05:06.88] I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n[05:09.45] The moment I put the pen to the paper\n[05:11.72] I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n[05:15.21] Uh\n[05:16.42] Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n[05:19.70] Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n[05:22.87] Ain't no nigga stopping he\n[05:24.15] From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n[05:27.14] Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n[05:29.61] Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n[05:32.25] On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n[05:34.30] And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n[05:38.18] Hop into your window, just creep creep\n[05:40.46] Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n[05:44.98] Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n[05:47.74] Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n[05:49.88] Vegas trips, told's times fun\n[05:52.42] Why compete when it's already won?\n[05:54.05] Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n[05:56.46] Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n[05:58.81] She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n[06:03.35] See Casey Gucci killer figure\n[06:05.55] Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n[06:09.73] There's only one beer left\n[06:11.58] Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n[06:13.84] Tempt me, do a number on the label\n[06:16.29] Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n[06:19.12] Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n[06:21.74] However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n[06:25.18] You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n[06:26.95] I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n[06:29.43] Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n[06:31.83] She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n[06:34.98] Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n[06:37.25] It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n[06:40.25] It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n[06:43.17] Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n[06:46.12] They group been soft\n[06:47.91] First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n[06:50.41] He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n[06:53.04] She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n[06:55.16] \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n[06:58.22] Love, Villain,\"\n[06:59.42] Take pride in code words\n[07:00.83] Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n[07:03.21] Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n[07:06.27] Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n[07:08.52] No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n[07:11.43] And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n[07:13.63] The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n[07:16.58] They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n[07:19.05] \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n[07:21.89] Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n[07:23.54] A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n[07:25.99] Like, \"What you doing G?\n[07:27.27] Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n[07:29.58] Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n[07:32.08] Looser than a pair of Adidas\n[07:33.60] I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n[07:35.23] MC's sound like cheerleaders\n[07:37.07] Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n[07:39.16] DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n[07:42.76] He do it for the smelly hubbies\n[07:43.91] Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n[07:46.84] Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n[07:49.52] Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n[07:52.77] He plots shows like robberies\n[07:54.21] In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n[07:56.95] Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n[07:59.78] The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n[08:02.33] Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n[08:04.89] He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n[08:07.85] A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n[08:10.46] Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n[08:32.52] There, it is done\n[08:35.18] Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n[08:38.57] All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n[08:42.30] And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n[08:46.01] Shall be voted master of the world\n[08:50.40] My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n[08:53.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Odd Octubree\n  artist: brandUn DeShay ft. 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And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  start_ms: 265910\n  end_ms: 269030\n- text: And I'm coming to a store near you\n  start_ms: 269030\n  end_ms: 271010\n- text: Nigga why would I fear you?\n  start_ms: 271010\n  end_ms: 273370\n- text: You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  start_ms: 273370\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 278390\n- text: Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  start_ms: 278390\n  end_ms: 283090\n- text: (Yo, because)\n  start_ms: 283090\n  end_ms: 286620\n- text: It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  start_ms: 286620\n  end_ms: 289230\n- text: They around know I'm around when I come around\n  start_ms: 289230\n  end_ms: 292080\n- text: Yung Joc because it's going down\n  start_ms: 292080\n  end_ms: 294760\n- text: From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  start_ms: 294760\n  end_ms: 297250\n- text: All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  start_ms: 297250\n  end_ms: 299510\n- text: Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  start_ms: 299510\n  end_ms: 302790\n- text: So I can change into it\n  start_ms: 302790\n  end_ms: 304720\n- text: Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  start_ms: 304720\n  end_ms: 306880\n- text: I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  start_ms: 306880\n  end_ms: 309450\n- text: The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  start_ms: 309450\n  end_ms: 311720\n- text: I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n  start_ms: 311720\n  end_ms: 315210\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 315210\n  end_ms: 316420\n- text: Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  start_ms: 316420\n  end_ms: 319700\n- text: Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  start_ms: 319700\n  end_ms: 322870\n- text: Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  start_ms: 322870\n  end_ms: 324150\n- text: From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  start_ms: 324150\n  end_ms: 327140\n- text: Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  start_ms: 327140\n  end_ms: 329610\n- 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start_ms: 389430\n  end_ms: 391830\n- text: She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  start_ms: 391830\n  end_ms: 394980\n- text: Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  start_ms: 394980\n  end_ms: 397250\n- text: It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n  start_ms: 397250\n  end_ms: 400250\n- text: It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  start_ms: 400250\n  end_ms: 403170\n- text: Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  start_ms: 403170\n  end_ms: 406120\n- text: They group been soft\n  start_ms: 406120\n  end_ms: 407910\n- text: First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  start_ms: 407910\n  end_ms: 410410\n- text: He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  start_ms: 410410\n  end_ms: 413040\n- text: She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  start_ms: 413040\n  end_ms: 415160\n- text: '\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd'\n  start_ms: 415160\n  end_ms: 418220\n- text: Love, Villain,\"\n  start_ms: 418220\n  end_ms: 419420\n- text: Take pride in code words\n  start_ms: 419420\n  end_ms: 420830\n- text: Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  start_ms: 420830\n  end_ms: 423210\n- text: Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  start_ms: 423210\n  end_ms: 426270\n- text: Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  start_ms: 426270\n  end_ms: 428520\n- text: No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  start_ms: 428520\n  end_ms: 431430\n- text: And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  start_ms: 431430\n  end_ms: 433630\n- text: The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  start_ms: 433630\n  end_ms: 436580\n- text: They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  start_ms: 436580\n  end_ms: 439050\n- text: '\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six'\n  start_ms: 439050\n  end_ms: 441890\n- text: Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  start_ms: 441890\n  end_ms: 443540\n- text: A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  start_ms: 443540\n  end_ms: 445990\n- text: Like, \"What you doing G?\n  start_ms: 445990\n  end_ms: 447270\n- text: Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  start_ms: 447270\n  end_ms: 449580\n- text: Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n  start_ms: 449580\n  end_ms: 452080\n- text: Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  start_ms: 452080\n  end_ms: 453600\n- text: I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  start_ms: 453600\n  end_ms: 455230\n- text: MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  start_ms: 455230\n  end_ms: 457070\n- text: Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  start_ms: 457070\n  end_ms: 459160\n- text: DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  start_ms: 459160\n  end_ms: 462760\n- text: He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  start_ms: 462760\n  end_ms: 463910\n- text: Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  start_ms: 463910\n  end_ms: 466840\n- text: Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  start_ms: 466840\n  end_ms: 469520\n- text: Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n  start_ms: 469520\n  end_ms: 472770\n- text: He plots shows like robberies\n  start_ms: 472770\n  end_ms: 474210\n- text: In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  start_ms: 474210\n  end_ms: 476950\n- text: Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  start_ms: 476950\n  end_ms: 479780\n- text: The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  start_ms: 479780\n  end_ms: 482330\n- text: Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  start_ms: 482330\n  end_ms: 484890\n- text: He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  start_ms: 484890\n  end_ms: 487850\n- text: A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  start_ms: 487850\n  end_ms: 490460\n- text: Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n  start_ms: 490460\n  end_ms: 512520\n- text: There, it is done\n  start_ms: 512520\n  end_ms: 515180\n- text: Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  start_ms: 515180\n  end_ms: 518570\n- text: All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  start_ms: 518570\n  end_ms: 522300\n- text: And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  start_ms: 522300\n  end_ms: 526010\n- text: Shall be voted master of the world\n  start_ms: 526010\n  end_ms: 530400\n- text: My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n  start_ms: 530400\n  end_ms: 533720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 533720\nplain: |-\n  Uh, yeah\n  How you doing today?\n  Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n  Ace the Creator, man\n  Look\n  Casey Veggies, uh huh\n  Odd Future, look\n  Look\n\n  Hello, the hype is so mellow\n  Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n  The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n  Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n  If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n  My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n  Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n  Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n  I suffer from ADHD\n  I should win a fucking award for being me\n\n  Beat banging the tom-toms\n  My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n  Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n  'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n  Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n  I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n  And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n  Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n  Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n  Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n  So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n  With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\n  Uh huh, yeah\n  Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n  Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n  Odd Future, nigga\n  Get used to it, uh\n  Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\n  I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n  I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n  On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n  I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n  I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n  The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\n  Yeah\n  We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  Right here for y'all\n  It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  One half of Arcade\n  Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\n  It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  I had to let it bang like gun powder\n\n  I can assist it\n  Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  If I ever exit\n  I feel like I come with Benedict\n  Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\n  I am the purest since blue magic\n  I am legend and I do classics\n  And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  A monsterbeast\n  And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\n  Oh, turn the volume up\n  You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  It ain't a test to me\n  Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  Got you going like ecstasy\n  Uh, yeah\n\n  It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  Left me right where, where you leave me\n  I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  And I'm a book, come and read me\n  I'm blood, come bleed me\n  Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\n  First song get oh boy'd\n  Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  And I'm coming to a store near you\n  Nigga why would I fear you?\n  You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  (Yo, because)\n\n  It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  They around know I'm around when I come around\n  Yung Joc because it's going down\n  From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  So I can change into it\n  Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\n  Uh\n  Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\n  Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  Why compete when it's already won?\n  Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\n  There's only one beer left\n  Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\n  It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  They group been soft\n  First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n  Love, Villain,\"\n  Take pride in code words\n\n  Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n  Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  Like, \"What you doing G?\n  Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\n  Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\n  He plots shows like robberies\n  In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\n  There, it is done\n  Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  Shall be voted master of the world\n  My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n"},{"id":22606619,"name":"Odd Octubree ft. 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Aight, where the jeans at?\nThe hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\nYeah\nWe gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\nTrevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\nRight here for y'all\nIt's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\nOne half of Arcade\nStep your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\nIt's the mixtape extraordinaire\nHip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\nBut thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\nAnd plus A-C-E the Creator\nY'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\nIf you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\nHello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\nY'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\nI'm always off the top like Kung Lao\nI had to let it bang like gun powder\n\nI can assist it\nY'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\nIf I ever exit\nI feel like I come with Benedict\nLike eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\nYou're so flagrant with your foul behavior\nDr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\nI ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\nIf y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\nI am the purest since blue magic\nI am legend and I do classics\nAnd I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\nAh, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\nOkay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\nA monsterbeast\nAnd that's me, because I make monster beats\nI do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\nOh, turn the volume up\nYou still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\nIt ain't a test to me\nY'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\nGot you going like ecstasy\nUh, yeah\n\nIt's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\nI mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\nAnd oh yeah, the Weezy\nLeft me right where, where you leave me\nI got it all, it's no need to tease me\nI'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\nTold you my lines and you didn't even believe me\nAnd I'm a book, come and read me\nI'm blood, come bleed me\nSlip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\nYeah, because the haters always acting up\nAnd I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\nFirst song get oh boy'd\nNow all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\nAnd I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\nAnd I'm coming to a store near you\nNigga why would I fear you?\nYou can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\nI'm riding from night 'til the next day\nMaybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n(Yo, because)\n\nIt's only one way up so I ain't going down\nThey around know I'm around when I come around\nYung Joc because it's going down\nFrom the brayer and first to Supreme\nAll these niggas know that the kid stay clean\nCustom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\nSo I can change into it\nRap with me, I was craved into it\nI'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\nThe moment I put the pen to the paper\nI'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\nUh\nWeather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\nNow Casey playing chess with Monopoly\nAin't no nigga stopping he\nFrom kid, nigga what you supposed to be\nBubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\nHard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\nOn my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\nAnd I keep going until I hear that beat beep\nHop into your window, just creep creep\nWhenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\nYeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\nKeep writing 'til my hands is numb\nVegas trips, told's times fun\nWhy compete when it's already won?\nCall me daddy nigga, you are my son\nShoot for the stars, she is my gun\nShe's so bomb, I call her a bad one\nSee Casey Gucci killer figure\nBe hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\nThere's only one beer left\nRappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\nTempt me, do a number on the label\nEat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\nLike, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\nHowever you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\nYou're leaving on your face, forfeit\nI crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\nTold him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\nShe told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\nGetting money, DT's be getting no new leads\nIt's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\nIt's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\nSoon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\nThey group been soft\nFirst hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\nHe went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\nShe asked him autograph her derriere, read\n\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\nLove, Villain,\"\nTake pride in code words\n\nCrooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\nProbably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\nStudy how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\nNo, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\nAnd squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\nThe same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\nThey call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\nWhatever happened to two and three?\"\nA herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\nLike, \"What you doing G?\nDon't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\nMatter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\nLooser than a pair of Adidas\nI hope you brought your spare tweeters\nMC's sound like cheerleaders\nRapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\nDOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\nHe do it for the smelly hubbies\nSeeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\nFew can do it, even fewer can sell it\nTake it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\nHe plots shows like robberies\nIn and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\nRun the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\nThe mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\nBring heat, like your boy done gone to war\nHe came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\nA whole string of jobs, like we on tour\nEvery night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\nThere, it is done\nNow that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\nAll of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\nAnd when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\nShall be voted master of the world\nMy plan is foolproof, but just in case","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.54] Uh, yeah\n[00:03.14] How you doing today?\n[00:05.79] Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n[00:10.09] Ace the Creator, man\n[00:11.45] Look\n[00:12.84] Casey Veggies, uh huh\n[00:14.81] Odd Future, look\n[00:16.83] Look\n[00:19.16] Hello, the hype is so mellow\n[00:21.15] Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n[00:23.75] The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n[00:27.00] Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n[00:30.16] If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n[00:32.81] My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n[00:35.69] Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n[00:37.76] Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n[00:41.78] I suffer from ADHD\n[00:43.77] I should win a fucking award for being me\n[00:46.12] Beat banging the tom-toms\n[00:47.32] My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n[00:50.47] Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n[00:52.96] 'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n[00:56.14] Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n[00:59.06] I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n[01:01.31] And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n[01:04.16] Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n[01:06.98] Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n[01:09.96] Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n[01:12.45] So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n[01:14.93] With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n[01:17.35] Uh huh, yeah\n[01:19.10] Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n[01:21.38] Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n[01:23.64] Odd Future, nigga\n[01:24.99] Get used to it, uh\n[01:27.03] Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n[01:30.48] I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n[01:32.81] I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n[01:35.66] On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n[01:38.75] I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n[01:41.26] I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n[01:43.62] The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n[01:47.55] Yeah\n[01:51.63] We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n[01:54.82] Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n[01:58.64] Right here for y'all\n[02:01.50] It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n[02:05.40] One half of Arcade\n[02:07.01] Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n[02:11.22] It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n[02:13.83] Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n[02:16.39] But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n[02:18.98] And plus A-C-E the Creator\n[02:21.97] Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n[02:24.55] If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n[02:27.80] Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n[02:30.94] Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n[02:33.54] I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n[02:35.66] I had to let it bang like gun powder\n[02:38.29] I can assist it\n[02:39.88] Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n[02:41.80] If I ever exit\n[02:43.39] I feel like I come with Benedict\n[02:45.66] Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n[02:48.44] You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n[02:51.29] Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n[02:54.09] I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n[02:57.43] If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n[03:00.10] I am the purest since blue magic\n[03:02.66] I am legend and I do classics\n[03:05.49] And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n[03:08.57] Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n[03:11.99] Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n[03:16.54] A monsterbeast\n[03:17.60] And that's me, because I make monster beats\n[03:20.41] I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n[03:24.19] Oh, turn the volume up\n[03:27.51] You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n[03:31.62] It ain't a test to me\n[03:32.80] Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n[03:35.73] Got you going like ecstasy\n[03:38.05] Uh, yeah\n[03:41.40] It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n[03:45.22] I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n[03:48.12] And oh yeah, the Weezy\n[03:50.45] Left me right where, where you leave me\n[03:53.02] I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n[03:56.26] I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n[03:58.70] Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n[04:02.39] And I'm a book, come and read me\n[04:04.35] I'm blood, come bleed me\n[04:05.78] Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n[04:11.19] Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n[04:14.25] And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n[04:20.94] First song get oh boy'd\n[04:23.05] Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n[04:25.94] And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n[04:29.04] And I'm coming to a store near you\n[04:31.08] Nigga why would I fear you?\n[04:33.34] You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n[04:35.81] I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n[04:38.37] Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n[04:43.02] (Yo, because)\n[04:46.62] It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n[04:49.24] They around know I'm around when I come around\n[04:52.06] Yung Joc because it's going down\n[04:54.78] From the brayer and first to Supreme\n[04:57.30] All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n[04:59.59] Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n[05:02.72] So I can change into it\n[05:04.72] Rap with me, I was craved into it\n[05:06.88] I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n[05:09.48] The moment I put the pen to the paper\n[05:11.70] I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n[05:15.20] Uh\n[05:16.46] Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n[05:19.64] Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n[05:22.86] Ain't no nigga stopping he\n[05:24.12] From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n[05:27.15] Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n[05:29.65] Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n[05:32.28] On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n[05:34.37] And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n[05:38.16] Hop into your window, just creep creep\n[05:40.47] Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n[05:44.96] Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n[05:47.72] Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n[05:49.81] Vegas trips, told's times fun\n[05:52.45] Why compete when it's already won?\n[05:54.04] Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n[05:56.48] Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n[05:58.85] She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n[06:03.39] See Casey Gucci killer figure\n[06:05.52] Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n[06:09.78] There's only one beer left\n[06:11.53] Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n[06:13.88] Tempt me, do a number on the label\n[06:16.25] Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n[06:19.13] Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n[06:21.77] However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n[06:25.17] You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n[06:26.95] I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n[06:29.46] Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n[06:31.86] She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n[06:34.95] Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n[06:37.26] It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n[06:40.22] It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n[06:43.19] Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n[06:46.13] They group been soft\n[06:47.95] First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n[06:50.44] He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n[06:53.08] She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n[06:55.13] \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n[06:58.22] Love, Villain,\"\n[06:59.44] Take pride in code words\n[07:00.80] Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n[07:03.28] Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n[07:06.27] Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n[07:08.52] No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n[07:11.43] And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n[07:13.62] The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n[07:16.51] They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n[07:19.09] \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n[07:21.81] Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n[07:23.53] A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n[07:25.97] Like, \"What you doing G?\n[07:27.25] Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n[07:29.52] Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n[07:32.02] Looser than a pair of Adidas\n[07:33.68] I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n[07:35.29] MC's sound like cheerleaders\n[07:37.00] Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n[07:39.13] DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n[07:42.76] He do it for the smelly hubbies\n[07:43.96] Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n[07:46.89] Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n[07:49.52] Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n[07:52.78] He plots shows like robberies\n[07:54.28] In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n[07:56.96] Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n[07:59.73] The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n[08:02.33] Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n[08:04.84] He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n[08:07.87] A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n[08:10.45] Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n[08:32.60] There, it is done\n[08:35.18] Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n[08:38.53] All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n[08:42.27] And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n[08:46.00] Shall be voted master of the world\n[08:50.47] My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n[08:53.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Odd Octubree ft. Tyler, the Creator & Casey Veggies (feat. Tyler, the Creator & Casey Veggies)\n  artist: brandUn DeShay\n  album: 8:55\n  duration_ms: 534413\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 1540\n  end_ms: 3140\n- text: How you doing today?\n  start_ms: 3140\n  end_ms: 5790\n- text: Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n  start_ms: 5790\n  end_ms: 10090\n- text: Ace the Creator, man\n  start_ms: 10090\n  end_ms: 11450\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 11450\n  end_ms: 12840\n- text: Casey Veggies, uh huh\n  start_ms: 12840\n  end_ms: 14810\n- text: Odd Future, look\n  start_ms: 14810\n  end_ms: 16830\n- text: Look\n  start_ms: 16830\n  end_ms: 19160\n- text: Hello, the hype is so mellow\n  start_ms: 19160\n  end_ms: 21150\n- text: Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n  start_ms: 21150\n  end_ms: 23750\n- text: The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n  start_ms: 23750\n  end_ms: 27000\n- text: Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n  start_ms: 27000\n  end_ms: 30160\n- text: If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n  start_ms: 30160\n  end_ms: 32810\n- text: My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n  start_ms: 32810\n  end_ms: 35690\n- text: Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n  start_ms: 35690\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 41780\n- text: I suffer from ADHD\n  start_ms: 41780\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: I should win a fucking award for being me\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46120\n- text: Beat banging the tom-toms\n  start_ms: 46120\n  end_ms: 47320\n- text: My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n  start_ms: 47320\n  end_ms: 50470\n- text: Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n  start_ms: 50470\n  end_ms: 52960\n- text: '''Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender'\n  start_ms: 52960\n  end_ms: 56140\n- text: Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n  start_ms: 56140\n  end_ms: 59060\n- text: I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n  start_ms: 59060\n  end_ms: 61310\n- text: And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n  start_ms: 61310\n  end_ms: 64160\n- text: Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n  start_ms: 64160\n  end_ms: 66980\n- text: Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n  start_ms: 66980\n  end_ms: 69960\n- text: Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n  start_ms: 69960\n  end_ms: 72450\n- text: So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n  start_ms: 72450\n  end_ms: 74930\n- text: With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n  start_ms: 74930\n  end_ms: 77350\n- text: Uh huh, yeah\n  start_ms: 77350\n  end_ms: 79100\n- text: Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n  start_ms: 79100\n  end_ms: 81380\n- text: Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n  start_ms: 81380\n  end_ms: 83640\n- text: Odd Future, nigga\n  start_ms: 83640\n  end_ms: 84990\n- text: Get used to it, uh\n  start_ms: 84990\n  end_ms: 87030\n- text: Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n  start_ms: 87030\n  end_ms: 90480\n- text: I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n  start_ms: 90480\n  end_ms: 92810\n- text: I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n  start_ms: 92810\n  end_ms: 95660\n- text: On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n  start_ms: 95660\n  end_ms: 98750\n- text: I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n  start_ms: 98750\n  end_ms: 101260\n- text: I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n  start_ms: 101260\n  end_ms: 103620\n- text: The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n  start_ms: 103620\n  end_ms: 107550\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 107550\n  end_ms: 111630\n- text: We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  start_ms: 111630\n  end_ms: 114820\n- text: Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  start_ms: 114820\n  end_ms: 118640\n- text: Right here for y'all\n  start_ms: 118640\n  end_ms: 121500\n- text: It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  start_ms: 121500\n  end_ms: 125400\n- text: One half of Arcade\n  start_ms: 125400\n  end_ms: 127010\n- text: Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 127010\n  end_ms: 131220\n- text: It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  start_ms: 131220\n  end_ms: 133830\n- text: Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  start_ms: 133830\n  end_ms: 136390\n- text: But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  start_ms: 136390\n  end_ms: 138980\n- text: And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  start_ms: 138980\n  end_ms: 141970\n- text: Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  start_ms: 141970\n  end_ms: 144550\n- text: If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  start_ms: 144550\n  end_ms: 147800\n- text: Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  start_ms: 147800\n  end_ms: 150940\n- text: Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  start_ms: 150940\n  end_ms: 153540\n- text: I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  start_ms: 153540\n  end_ms: 155660\n- text: I had to let it bang like gun powder\n  start_ms: 155660\n  end_ms: 158290\n- text: I can assist it\n  start_ms: 158290\n  end_ms: 159880\n- text: Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  start_ms: 159880\n  end_ms: 161800\n- text: If I ever exit\n  start_ms: 161800\n  end_ms: 163390\n- text: I feel like I come with Benedict\n  start_ms: 163390\n  end_ms: 165660\n- text: Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  start_ms: 165660\n  end_ms: 168440\n- text: You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  start_ms: 168440\n  end_ms: 171290\n- text: Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  start_ms: 171290\n  end_ms: 174090\n- text: I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  start_ms: 174090\n  end_ms: 177430\n- text: If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n  start_ms: 177430\n  end_ms: 180100\n- text: I am the purest since blue magic\n  start_ms: 180100\n  end_ms: 182660\n- text: I am legend and I do classics\n  start_ms: 182660\n  end_ms: 185490\n- text: And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  start_ms: 185490\n  end_ms: 188570\n- text: Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  start_ms: 188570\n  end_ms: 191990\n- text: Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  start_ms: 191990\n  end_ms: 196540\n- text: A monsterbeast\n  start_ms: 196540\n  end_ms: 197600\n- text: And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  start_ms: 197600\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: Oh, turn the volume up\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 211620\n- text: It ain't a test to me\n  start_ms: 211620\n  end_ms: 212800\n- text: Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  start_ms: 212800\n  end_ms: 215730\n- text: Got you going like ecstasy\n  start_ms: 215730\n  end_ms: 218050\n- text: Uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 218050\n  end_ms: 221400\n- text: It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  start_ms: 221400\n  end_ms: 225220\n- text: I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  start_ms: 225220\n  end_ms: 228120\n- text: And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  start_ms: 228120\n  end_ms: 230450\n- text: Left me right where, where you leave me\n  start_ms: 230450\n  end_ms: 233020\n- text: I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  start_ms: 233020\n  end_ms: 236260\n- text: I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  start_ms: 236260\n  end_ms: 238700\n- text: Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  start_ms: 238700\n  end_ms: 242390\n- text: And I'm a book, come and read me\n  start_ms: 242390\n  end_ms: 244350\n- text: I'm blood, come bleed me\n  start_ms: 244350\n  end_ms: 245780\n- text: Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  start_ms: 245780\n  end_ms: 251190\n- text: Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  start_ms: 251190\n  end_ms: 254250\n- text: And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n  start_ms: 254250\n  end_ms: 260940\n- text: First song get oh boy'd\n  start_ms: 260940\n  end_ms: 263050\n- text: Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  start_ms: 263050\n  end_ms: 265940\n- text: And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  start_ms: 265940\n  end_ms: 269040\n- text: And I'm coming to a store near you\n  start_ms: 269040\n  end_ms: 271080\n- text: Nigga why would I fear you?\n  start_ms: 271080\n  end_ms: 273340\n- text: You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  start_ms: 273340\n  end_ms: 275810\n- text: I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  start_ms: 275810\n  end_ms: 278370\n- text: Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  start_ms: 278370\n  end_ms: 283020\n- text: (Yo, because)\n  start_ms: 283020\n  end_ms: 286620\n- text: It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  start_ms: 286620\n  end_ms: 289240\n- text: They around know I'm around when I come around\n  start_ms: 289240\n  end_ms: 292060\n- text: Yung Joc because it's going down\n  start_ms: 292060\n  end_ms: 294780\n- text: From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  start_ms: 294780\n  end_ms: 297300\n- text: All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  start_ms: 297300\n  end_ms: 299590\n- text: Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  start_ms: 299590\n  end_ms: 302720\n- text: So I can change into it\n  start_ms: 302720\n  end_ms: 304720\n- text: Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  start_ms: 304720\n  end_ms: 306880\n- text: I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  start_ms: 306880\n  end_ms: 309480\n- text: The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  start_ms: 309480\n  end_ms: 311700\n- text: I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n  start_ms: 311700\n  end_ms: 315200\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 315200\n  end_ms: 316460\n- text: Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  start_ms: 316460\n  end_ms: 319640\n- text: Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  start_ms: 319640\n  end_ms: 322860\n- text: Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  start_ms: 322860\n  end_ms: 324120\n- text: From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  start_ms: 324120\n  end_ms: 327150\n- text: Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  start_ms: 327150\n  end_ms: 329650\n- text: Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  start_ms: 329650\n  end_ms: 332280\n- text: On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  start_ms: 332280\n  end_ms: 334370\n- text: And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  start_ms: 334370\n  end_ms: 338160\n- text: Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  start_ms: 338160\n  end_ms: 340470\n- text: Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n  start_ms: 340470\n  end_ms: 344960\n- text: Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  start_ms: 344960\n  end_ms: 347720\n- text: Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  start_ms: 347720\n  end_ms: 349810\n- text: Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  start_ms: 349810\n  end_ms: 352450\n- text: Why compete when it's already won?\n  start_ms: 352450\n  end_ms: 354040\n- text: Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  start_ms: 354040\n  end_ms: 356480\n- text: Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  start_ms: 356480\n  end_ms: 358850\n- text: She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  start_ms: 358850\n  end_ms: 363390\n- text: See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  start_ms: 363390\n  end_ms: 365520\n- text: Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n  start_ms: 365520\n  end_ms: 369780\n- text: There's only one beer left\n  start_ms: 369780\n  end_ms: 371530\n- text: Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  start_ms: 371530\n  end_ms: 373880\n- text: Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  start_ms: 373880\n  end_ms: 376250\n- text: Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  start_ms: 376250\n  end_ms: 379130\n- text: Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  start_ms: 379130\n  end_ms: 381770\n- text: However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  start_ms: 381770\n  end_ms: 385170\n- text: You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  start_ms: 385170\n  end_ms: 386950\n- text: I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  start_ms: 386950\n  end_ms: 389460\n- text: Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  start_ms: 389460\n  end_ms: 391860\n- text: She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  start_ms: 391860\n  end_ms: 394950\n- text: Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  start_ms: 394950\n  end_ms: 397260\n- text: It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n  start_ms: 397260\n  end_ms: 400220\n- text: It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  start_ms: 400220\n  end_ms: 403190\n- text: Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  start_ms: 403190\n  end_ms: 406130\n- text: They group been soft\n  start_ms: 406130\n  end_ms: 407950\n- text: First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  start_ms: 407950\n  end_ms: 410440\n- text: He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  start_ms: 410440\n  end_ms: 413080\n- text: She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  start_ms: 413080\n  end_ms: 415130\n- text: '\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd'\n  start_ms: 415130\n  end_ms: 418220\n- text: Love, Villain,\"\n  start_ms: 418220\n  end_ms: 419440\n- text: Take pride in code words\n  start_ms: 419440\n  end_ms: 420800\n- text: Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  start_ms: 420800\n  end_ms: 423280\n- text: Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  start_ms: 423280\n  end_ms: 426270\n- text: Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  start_ms: 426270\n  end_ms: 428520\n- text: No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  start_ms: 428520\n  end_ms: 431430\n- text: And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  start_ms: 431430\n  end_ms: 433620\n- text: The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  start_ms: 433620\n  end_ms: 436510\n- text: They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  start_ms: 436510\n  end_ms: 439090\n- text: '\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six'\n  start_ms: 439090\n  end_ms: 441810\n- text: Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  start_ms: 441810\n  end_ms: 443530\n- text: A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  start_ms: 443530\n  end_ms: 445970\n- text: Like, \"What you doing G?\n  start_ms: 445970\n  end_ms: 447250\n- text: Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  start_ms: 447250\n  end_ms: 449520\n- text: Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n  start_ms: 449520\n  end_ms: 452020\n- text: Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  start_ms: 452020\n  end_ms: 453680\n- text: I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  start_ms: 453680\n  end_ms: 455290\n- text: MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  start_ms: 455290\n  end_ms: 457000\n- text: Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  start_ms: 457000\n  end_ms: 459130\n- text: DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  start_ms: 459130\n  end_ms: 462760\n- text: He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  start_ms: 462760\n  end_ms: 463960\n- text: Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  start_ms: 463960\n  end_ms: 466890\n- text: Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  start_ms: 466890\n  end_ms: 469520\n- text: Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n  start_ms: 469520\n  end_ms: 472780\n- text: He plots shows like robberies\n  start_ms: 472780\n  end_ms: 474280\n- text: In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  start_ms: 474280\n  end_ms: 476960\n- text: Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  start_ms: 476960\n  end_ms: 479730\n- text: The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  start_ms: 479730\n  end_ms: 482330\n- text: Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  start_ms: 482330\n  end_ms: 484840\n- text: He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  start_ms: 484840\n  end_ms: 487870\n- text: A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  start_ms: 487870\n  end_ms: 490450\n- text: Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n  start_ms: 490450\n  end_ms: 512600\n- text: There, it is done\n  start_ms: 512600\n  end_ms: 515180\n- text: Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  start_ms: 515180\n  end_ms: 518530\n- text: All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  start_ms: 518530\n  end_ms: 522270\n- text: And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  start_ms: 522270\n  end_ms: 526000\n- text: Shall be voted master of the world\n  start_ms: 526000\n  end_ms: 530470\n- text: My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n  start_ms: 530470\n  end_ms: 533780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 533780\nplain: |-\n  Uh, yeah\n  How you doing today?\n  Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n  Ace the Creator, man\n  Look\n  Casey Veggies, uh huh\n  Odd Future, look\n  Look\n\n  Hello, the hype is so mellow\n  Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n  The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n  Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n  If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n  My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n  Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n  Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n  I suffer from ADHD\n  I should win a fucking award for being me\n\n  Beat banging the tom-toms\n  My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n  Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n  'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n  Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n  I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n  And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n  Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n  Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n  Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n  So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n  With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\n  Uh huh, yeah\n  Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n  Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n  Odd Future, nigga\n  Get used to it, uh\n  Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\n  I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n  I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n  On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n  I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n  I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n  The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\n  Yeah\n  We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  Right here for y'all\n  It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  One half of Arcade\n  Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\n  It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  I had to let it bang like gun powder\n\n  I can assist it\n  Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  If I ever exit\n  I feel like I come with Benedict\n  Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\n  I am the purest since blue magic\n  I am legend and I do classics\n  And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  A monsterbeast\n  And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\n  Oh, turn the volume up\n  You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  It ain't a test to me\n  Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  Got you going like ecstasy\n  Uh, yeah\n\n  It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  Left me right where, where you leave me\n  I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  And I'm a book, come and read me\n  I'm blood, come bleed me\n  Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\n  First song get oh boy'd\n  Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  And I'm coming to a store near you\n  Nigga why would I fear you?\n  You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  (Yo, because)\n\n  It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  They around know I'm around when I come around\n  Yung Joc because it's going down\n  From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  So I can change into it\n  Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\n  Uh\n  Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\n  Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  Why compete when it's already won?\n  Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\n  There's only one beer left\n  Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\n  It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  They group been soft\n  First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n  Love, Villain,\"\n  Take pride in code words\n\n  Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n  Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  Like, \"What you doing G?\n  Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\n  Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\n  He plots shows like robberies\n  In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\n  There, it is done\n  Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  Shall be voted master of the world\n  My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n"},{"id":12521942,"name":"Odd Octubree ft. 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Aight, where the jeans at?\nThe hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\nYeah\nWe gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\nTrevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\nRight here for y'all\nIt's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\nOne half of Arcade\nStep your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\nIt's the mixtape extraordinaire\nHip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\nBut thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\nAnd plus A-C-E the Creator\nY'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\nIf you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\nHello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\nY'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\nI'm always off the top like Kung Lao\nI had to let it bang like gun powder\n\nI can assist it\nY'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\nIf I ever exit\nI feel like I come with Benedict\nLike eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\nYou're so flagrant with your foul behavior\nDr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\nI ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\nIf y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\nI am the purest since blue magic\nI am legend and I do classics\nAnd I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\nAh, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\nOkay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\nA monsterbeast\nAnd that's me, because I make monster beats\nI do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\nOh, turn the volume up\nYou still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\nIt ain't a test to me\nY'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\nGot you going like ecstasy\nUh, yeah\n\nIt's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\nI mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\nAnd oh yeah, the Weezy\nLeft me right where, where you leave me\nI got it all, it's no need to tease me\nI'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\nTold you my lines and you didn't even believe me\nAnd I'm a book, come and read me\nI'm blood, come bleed me\nSlip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\nYeah, because the haters always acting up\nAnd I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\nFirst song get oh boy'd\nNow all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\nAnd I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\nAnd I'm coming to a store near you\nNigga why would I fear you?\nYou can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\nI'm riding from night 'til the next day\nMaybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n(Yo, because)\n\nIt's only one way up so I ain't going down\nThey around know I'm around when I come around\nYung Joc because it's going down\nFrom the brayer and first to Supreme\nAll these niggas know that the kid stay clean\nCustom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\nSo I can change into it\nRap with me, I was craved into it\nI'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\nThe moment I put the pen to the paper\nI'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\nUh\nWeather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\nNow Casey playing chess with Monopoly\nAin't no nigga stopping he\nFrom kid, nigga what you supposed to be\nBubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\nHard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\nOn my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\nAnd I keep going until I hear that beat beep\nHop into your window, just creep creep\nWhenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\nYeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\nKeep writing 'til my hands is numb\nVegas trips, told's times fun\nWhy compete when it's already won?\nCall me daddy nigga, you are my son\nShoot for the stars, she is my gun\nShe's so bomb, I call her a bad one\nSee Casey Gucci killer figure\nBe hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\nThere's only one beer left\nRappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\nTempt me, do a number on the label\nEat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\nLike, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\nHowever you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\nYou're leaving on your face, forfeit\nI crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\nTold him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\nShe told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\nGetting money, DT's be getting no new leads\nIt's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\nIt's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\nSoon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\nThey group been soft\nFirst hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\nHe went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\nShe asked him autograph her derriere, read\n\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\nLove, Villain,\"\nTake pride in code words\n\nCrooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\nProbably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\nStudy how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\nNo, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\nAnd squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\nThe same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\nThey call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\nWhatever happened to two and three?\"\nA herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\nLike, \"What you doing G?\nDon't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\nMatter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\nLooser than a pair of Adidas\nI hope you brought your spare tweeters\nMC's sound like cheerleaders\nRapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\nDOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\nHe do it for the smelly hubbies\nSeeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\nFew can do it, even fewer can sell it\nTake it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\nHe plots shows like robberies\nIn and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\nRun the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\nThe mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\nBring heat, like your boy done gone to war\nHe came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\nA whole string of jobs, like we on tour\nEvery night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\nThere, it is done\nNow that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\nAll of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\nAnd when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\nShall be voted master of the world\nMy plan is foolproof, but just in case","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.54] Uh, yeah\n[00:03.14] How you doing today?\n[00:05.79] Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n[00:10.09] Ace the Creator, man\n[00:11.45] Look\n[00:12.84] Casey Veggies, uh huh\n[00:14.81] Odd Future, look\n[00:16.83] Look\n[00:19.16] Hello, the hype is so mellow\n[00:21.15] Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n[00:23.75] The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n[00:27.00] Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n[00:30.16] If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n[00:32.81] My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n[00:35.69] Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n[00:37.76] Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n[00:41.78] I suffer from ADHD\n[00:43.77] I should win a fucking award for being me\n[00:46.12] Beat banging the tom-toms\n[00:47.32] My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n[00:50.47] Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n[00:52.96] 'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n[00:56.14] Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n[00:59.06] I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n[01:01.31] And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n[01:04.16] Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n[01:06.98] Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n[01:09.96] Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n[01:12.45] So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n[01:14.93] With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n[01:17.35] Uh huh, yeah\n[01:19.10] Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n[01:21.38] Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n[01:23.64] Odd Future, nigga\n[01:24.99] Get used to it, uh\n[01:27.03] Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n[01:30.48] I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n[01:32.81] I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n[01:35.66] On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n[01:38.75] I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n[01:41.26] I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n[01:43.62] The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n[01:47.55] Yeah\n[01:51.63] We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n[01:54.82] Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n[01:58.64] Right here for y'all\n[02:01.50] It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n[02:05.40] One half of Arcade\n[02:07.01] Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n[02:11.22] It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n[02:13.83] Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n[02:16.39] But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n[02:18.98] And plus A-C-E the Creator\n[02:21.97] Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n[02:24.55] If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n[02:27.80] Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n[02:30.94] Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n[02:33.54] I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n[02:35.66] I had to let it bang like gun powder\n[02:38.29] I can assist it\n[02:39.88] Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n[02:41.80] If I ever exit\n[02:43.39] I feel like I come with Benedict\n[02:45.66] Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n[02:48.44] You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n[02:51.29] Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n[02:54.09] I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n[02:57.43] If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n[03:00.10] I am the purest since blue magic\n[03:02.66] I am legend and I do classics\n[03:05.49] And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n[03:08.57] Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n[03:11.99] Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n[03:16.54] A monsterbeast\n[03:17.60] And that's me, because I make monster beats\n[03:20.41] I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n[03:24.19] Oh, turn the volume up\n[03:27.51] You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n[03:31.62] It ain't a test to me\n[03:32.80] Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n[03:35.73] Got you going like ecstasy\n[03:38.05] Uh, yeah\n[03:41.40] It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n[03:45.22] I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n[03:48.12] And oh yeah, the Weezy\n[03:50.45] Left me right where, where you leave me\n[03:53.02] I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n[03:56.26] I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n[03:58.70] Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n[04:02.39] And I'm a book, come and read me\n[04:04.35] I'm blood, come bleed me\n[04:05.78] Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n[04:11.19] Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n[04:14.25] And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n[04:20.94] First song get oh boy'd\n[04:23.05] Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n[04:25.94] And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n[04:29.04] And I'm coming to a store near you\n[04:31.08] Nigga why would I fear you?\n[04:33.34] You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n[04:35.81] I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n[04:38.37] Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n[04:43.02] (Yo, because)\n[04:46.62] It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n[04:49.24] They around know I'm around when I come around\n[04:52.06] Yung Joc because it's going down\n[04:54.78] From the brayer and first to Supreme\n[04:57.30] All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n[04:59.59] Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n[05:02.72] So I can change into it\n[05:04.72] Rap with me, I was craved into it\n[05:06.88] I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n[05:09.48] The moment I put the pen to the paper\n[05:11.70] I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n[05:15.20] Uh\n[05:16.46] Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n[05:19.64] Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n[05:22.86] Ain't no nigga stopping he\n[05:24.12] From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n[05:27.15] Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n[05:29.65] Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n[05:32.28] On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n[05:34.37] And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n[05:38.16] Hop into your window, just creep creep\n[05:40.47] Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n[05:44.96] Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n[05:47.72] Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n[05:49.81] Vegas trips, told's times fun\n[05:52.45] Why compete when it's already won?\n[05:54.04] Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n[05:56.48] Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n[05:58.85] She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n[06:03.39] See Casey Gucci killer figure\n[06:05.52] Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n[06:09.78] There's only one beer left\n[06:11.53] Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n[06:13.88] Tempt me, do a number on the label\n[06:16.25] Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n[06:19.13] Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n[06:21.77] However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n[06:25.17] You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n[06:26.95] I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n[06:29.46] Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n[06:31.86] She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n[06:34.95] Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n[06:37.26] It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n[06:40.22] It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n[06:43.19] Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n[06:46.13] They group been soft\n[06:47.95] First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n[06:50.44] He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n[06:53.08] She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n[06:55.13] \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n[06:58.22] Love, Villain,\"\n[06:59.44] Take pride in code words\n[07:00.80] Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n[07:03.28] Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n[07:06.27] Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n[07:08.52] No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n[07:11.43] And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n[07:13.62] The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n[07:16.51] They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n[07:19.09] \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n[07:21.81] Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n[07:23.53] A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n[07:25.97] Like, \"What you doing G?\n[07:27.25] Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n[07:29.52] Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n[07:32.02] Looser than a pair of Adidas\n[07:33.68] I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n[07:35.29] MC's sound like cheerleaders\n[07:37.00] Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n[07:39.13] DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n[07:42.76] He do it for the smelly hubbies\n[07:43.96] Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n[07:46.89] Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n[07:49.52] Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n[07:52.78] He plots shows like robberies\n[07:54.28] In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n[07:56.96] Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n[07:59.73] The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n[08:02.33] Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n[08:04.84] He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n[08:07.87] A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n[08:10.45] Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n[08:32.60] There, it is done\n[08:35.18] Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n[08:38.53] All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n[08:42.27] And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n[08:46.00] Shall be voted master of the world\n[08:50.47] My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n[08:53.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Odd Octubree ft. 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And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  start_ms: 265940\n  end_ms: 269040\n- text: And I'm coming to a store near you\n  start_ms: 269040\n  end_ms: 271080\n- text: Nigga why would I fear you?\n  start_ms: 271080\n  end_ms: 273340\n- text: You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  start_ms: 273340\n  end_ms: 275810\n- text: I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  start_ms: 275810\n  end_ms: 278370\n- text: Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  start_ms: 278370\n  end_ms: 283020\n- text: (Yo, because)\n  start_ms: 283020\n  end_ms: 286620\n- text: It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  start_ms: 286620\n  end_ms: 289240\n- text: They around know I'm around when I come around\n  start_ms: 289240\n  end_ms: 292060\n- text: Yung Joc because it's going down\n  start_ms: 292060\n  end_ms: 294780\n- text: From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  start_ms: 294780\n  end_ms: 297300\n- text: All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  start_ms: 297300\n  end_ms: 299590\n- text: Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  start_ms: 299590\n  end_ms: 302720\n- text: So I can change into it\n  start_ms: 302720\n  end_ms: 304720\n- text: Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  start_ms: 304720\n  end_ms: 306880\n- text: I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  start_ms: 306880\n  end_ms: 309480\n- text: The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  start_ms: 309480\n  end_ms: 311700\n- text: I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n  start_ms: 311700\n  end_ms: 315200\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 315200\n  end_ms: 316460\n- text: Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  start_ms: 316460\n  end_ms: 319640\n- text: Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  start_ms: 319640\n  end_ms: 322860\n- text: Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  start_ms: 322860\n  end_ms: 324120\n- text: From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  start_ms: 324120\n  end_ms: 327150\n- text: Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  start_ms: 327150\n  end_ms: 329650\n- 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start_ms: 358850\n  end_ms: 363390\n- text: See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  start_ms: 363390\n  end_ms: 365520\n- text: Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n  start_ms: 365520\n  end_ms: 369780\n- text: There's only one beer left\n  start_ms: 369780\n  end_ms: 371530\n- text: Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  start_ms: 371530\n  end_ms: 373880\n- text: Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  start_ms: 373880\n  end_ms: 376250\n- text: Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  start_ms: 376250\n  end_ms: 379130\n- text: Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  start_ms: 379130\n  end_ms: 381770\n- text: However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  start_ms: 381770\n  end_ms: 385170\n- text: You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  start_ms: 385170\n  end_ms: 386950\n- text: I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  start_ms: 386950\n  end_ms: 389460\n- text: Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  start_ms: 389460\n  end_ms: 391860\n- text: She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  start_ms: 391860\n  end_ms: 394950\n- text: Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  start_ms: 394950\n  end_ms: 397260\n- text: It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n  start_ms: 397260\n  end_ms: 400220\n- text: It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  start_ms: 400220\n  end_ms: 403190\n- text: Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  start_ms: 403190\n  end_ms: 406130\n- text: They group been soft\n  start_ms: 406130\n  end_ms: 407950\n- text: First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  start_ms: 407950\n  end_ms: 410440\n- text: He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  start_ms: 410440\n  end_ms: 413080\n- text: She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  start_ms: 413080\n  end_ms: 415130\n- text: '\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd'\n  start_ms: 415130\n  end_ms: 418220\n- text: Love, Villain,\"\n  start_ms: 418220\n  end_ms: 419440\n- text: Take pride in code words\n  start_ms: 419440\n  end_ms: 420800\n- text: Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  start_ms: 420800\n  end_ms: 423280\n- text: Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  start_ms: 423280\n  end_ms: 426270\n- text: Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  start_ms: 426270\n  end_ms: 428520\n- text: No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  start_ms: 428520\n  end_ms: 431430\n- text: And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  start_ms: 431430\n  end_ms: 433620\n- text: The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  start_ms: 433620\n  end_ms: 436510\n- text: They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  start_ms: 436510\n  end_ms: 439090\n- text: '\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six'\n  start_ms: 439090\n  end_ms: 441810\n- text: Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  start_ms: 441810\n  end_ms: 443530\n- text: A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  start_ms: 443530\n  end_ms: 445970\n- text: Like, \"What you doing G?\n  start_ms: 445970\n  end_ms: 447250\n- text: Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  start_ms: 447250\n  end_ms: 449520\n- text: Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n  start_ms: 449520\n  end_ms: 452020\n- text: Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  start_ms: 452020\n  end_ms: 453680\n- text: I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  start_ms: 453680\n  end_ms: 455290\n- text: MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  start_ms: 455290\n  end_ms: 457000\n- text: Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  start_ms: 457000\n  end_ms: 459130\n- text: DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  start_ms: 459130\n  end_ms: 462760\n- text: He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  start_ms: 462760\n  end_ms: 463960\n- text: Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  start_ms: 463960\n  end_ms: 466890\n- text: Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  start_ms: 466890\n  end_ms: 469520\n- text: Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n  start_ms: 469520\n  end_ms: 472780\n- text: He plots shows like robberies\n  start_ms: 472780\n  end_ms: 474280\n- text: In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  start_ms: 474280\n  end_ms: 476960\n- text: Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  start_ms: 476960\n  end_ms: 479730\n- text: The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  start_ms: 479730\n  end_ms: 482330\n- text: Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  start_ms: 482330\n  end_ms: 484840\n- text: He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  start_ms: 484840\n  end_ms: 487870\n- text: A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  start_ms: 487870\n  end_ms: 490450\n- text: Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n  start_ms: 490450\n  end_ms: 512600\n- text: There, it is done\n  start_ms: 512600\n  end_ms: 515180\n- text: Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  start_ms: 515180\n  end_ms: 518530\n- text: All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  start_ms: 518530\n  end_ms: 522270\n- text: And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  start_ms: 522270\n  end_ms: 526000\n- text: Shall be voted master of the world\n  start_ms: 526000\n  end_ms: 530470\n- text: My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n  start_ms: 530470\n  end_ms: 533780\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 533780\nplain: |-\n  Uh, yeah\n  How you doing today?\n  Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n  Ace the Creator, man\n  Look\n  Casey Veggies, uh huh\n  Odd Future, look\n  Look\n\n  Hello, the hype is so mellow\n  Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n  The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n  Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n  If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n  My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n  Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n  Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n  I suffer from ADHD\n  I should win a fucking award for being me\n\n  Beat banging the tom-toms\n  My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n  Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n  'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n  Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n  I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n  And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n  Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n  Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n  Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n  So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n  With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\n  Uh huh, yeah\n  Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n  Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n  Odd Future, nigga\n  Get used to it, uh\n  Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\n  I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n  I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n  On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n  I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n  I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n  The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\n  Yeah\n  We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  Right here for y'all\n  It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  One half of Arcade\n  Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\n  It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  I had to let it bang like gun powder\n\n  I can assist it\n  Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  If I ever exit\n  I feel like I come with Benedict\n  Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\n  I am the purest since blue magic\n  I am legend and I do classics\n  And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  A monsterbeast\n  And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\n  Oh, turn the volume up\n  You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  It ain't a test to me\n  Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  Got you going like ecstasy\n  Uh, yeah\n\n  It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  Left me right where, where you leave me\n  I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  And I'm a book, come and read me\n  I'm blood, come bleed me\n  Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\n  First song get oh boy'd\n  Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  And I'm coming to a store near you\n  Nigga why would I fear you?\n  You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  (Yo, because)\n\n  It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  They around know I'm around when I come around\n  Yung Joc because it's going down\n  From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  So I can change into it\n  Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\n  Uh\n  Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\n  Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  Why compete when it's already won?\n  Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\n  There's only one beer left\n  Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\n  It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  They group been soft\n  First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n  Love, Villain,\"\n  Take pride in code words\n\n  Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n  Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  Like, \"What you doing G?\n  Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\n  Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\n  He plots shows like robberies\n  In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\n  There, it is done\n  Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  Shall be voted master of the world\n  My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n"},{"id":37824580,"name":"Odd Octubree feat. brandUn DeShay, Casey Veggies, & DOOM","trackName":"Odd Octubree feat. brandUn DeShay, Casey Veggies, & DOOM","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Singles Collection","duration":534.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, yeah\nHow you doing today?\nUh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\nAce the Creator, man\nLook\nCasey Veggies, uh huh\nOdd Future, look\nLook\n\nHello, the hype is so mellow\nBitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\nThe blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\nNigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\nIf you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\nMy accessorize accessories bring out my assets\nNigga the sound on acid, tablets\nStussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\nI suffer from ADHD\nI should win a fucking award for being me\n\nBeat banging the tom-toms\nMy producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\nAce the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\nEating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\nI sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\nAnd to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\nStep one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\nStep two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\nNigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\nSo when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\nWith Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\nUh huh, yeah\nAce, the Creator, man, uh\nCasey Veggies, yo, uh huh\nOdd Future, nigga\nGet used to it, uh\nLet me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\nI'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\nI'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\nOn award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\nI'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\nI'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\nThe hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\nYeah\nWe gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\nTrevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\nRight here for y'all\nIt's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\nOne half of Arcade\nStep your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\nIt's the mixtape extraordinaire\nHip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\nBut thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\nAnd plus A-C-E the Creator\nY'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\nIf you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\nHello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\nY'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\nI'm always off the top like Kung Lao\nI had to let it bang like gun powder\n\nI can assist it\nY'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\nIf I ever exit\nI feel like I come with Benedict\nLike eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\nYou're so flagrant with your foul behavior\nDr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\nI ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\nIf y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\nI am the purest since blue magic\nI am legend and I do classics\nAnd I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\nAh, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\nOkay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\nA monsterbeast\nAnd that's me, because I make monster beats\nI do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\nOh, turn the volume up\nYou still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\nIt ain't a test to me\nY'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\nGot you going like ecstasy\nUh, yeah\n\nIt's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\nI mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\nAnd oh yeah, the Weezy\nLeft me right where, where you leave me\nI got it all, it's no need to tease me\nI'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\nTold you my lines and you didn't even believe me\nAnd I'm a book, come and read me\nI'm blood, come bleed me\nSlip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\nYeah, because the haters always acting up\nAnd I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\nFirst song get oh boy'd\nNow all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\nAnd I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\nAnd I'm coming to a store near you\nNigga why would I fear you?\nYou can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\nI'm riding from night 'til the next day\nMaybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n(Yo, because)\n\nIt's only one way up so I ain't going down\nThey around know I'm around when I come around\nYung Joc because it's going down\nFrom the brayer and first to Supreme\nAll these niggas know that the kid stay clean\nCustom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\nSo I can change into it\nRap with me, I was craved into it\nI'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\nThe moment I put the pen to the paper\nI'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\nUh\nWeather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\nNow Casey playing chess with Monopoly\nAin't no nigga stopping he\nFrom kid, nigga what you supposed to be\nBubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\nHard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\nOn my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\nAnd I keep going until I hear that beat beep\nHop into your window, just creep creep\nWhenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\nYeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\nKeep writing 'til my hands is numb\nVegas trips, told's times fun\nWhy compete when it's already won?\nCall me daddy nigga, you are my son\nShoot for the stars, she is my gun\nShe's so bomb, I call her a bad one\nSee Casey Gucci killer figure\nBe hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\nThere's only one beer left\nRappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\nTempt me, do a number on the label\nEat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\nLike, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\nHowever you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\nYou're leaving on your face, forfeit\nI crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\nTold him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\nShe told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\nGetting money, DT's be getting no new leads\nIt's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\nIt's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\nSoon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\nThey group been soft\nFirst hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\nHe went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\nShe asked him autograph her derriere, read\n\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\nLove, Villain,\"\nTake pride in code words\n\nCrooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\nProbably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\nStudy how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\nNo, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\nAnd squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\nThe same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\nThey call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\nWhatever happened to two and three?\"\nA herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\nLike, \"What you doing G?\nDon't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\nMatter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\nLooser than a pair of Adidas\nI hope you brought your spare tweeters\nMC's sound like cheerleaders\nRapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\nDOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\nHe do it for the smelly hubbies\nSeeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\nFew can do it, even fewer can sell it\nTake it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\nHe plots shows like robberies\nIn and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\nRun the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\nThe mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\nBring heat, like your boy done gone to war\nHe came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\nA whole string of jobs, like we on tour\nEvery night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\nThere, it is done\nNow that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\nAll of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\nAnd when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\nShall be voted master of the world\nMy plan is foolproof, but just in case","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.53] Uh, yeah\n[00:03.18] How you doing today?\n[00:05.71] Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n[00:10.04] Ace the Creator, man\n[00:11.42] Look\n[00:12.81] Casey Veggies, uh huh\n[00:14.86] Odd Future, look\n[00:16.86] Look\n[00:19.15] Hello, the hype is so mellow\n[00:21.11] Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n[00:23.77] The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n[00:27.02] Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n[00:30.19] If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n[00:32.84] My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n[00:35.62] Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n[00:37.77] Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n[00:41.79] I suffer from ADHD\n[00:43.70] I should win a fucking award for being me\n[00:46.11] Beat banging the tom-toms\n[00:47.32] My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n[00:50.42] Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n[00:52.90] 'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n[00:56.19] Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n[00:59.06] I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n[01:01.36] And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n[01:04.14] Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n[01:06.91] Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n[01:09.97] Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n[01:12.41] So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n[01:14.92] With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n[01:17.35] Uh huh, yeah\n[01:19.14] Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n[01:21.31] Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n[01:23.65] Odd Future, nigga\n[01:24.98] Get used to it, uh\n[01:27.03] Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n[01:30.46] I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n[01:32.85] I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n[01:35.69] On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n[01:38.72] I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n[01:41.26] I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n[01:43.67] The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n[01:47.55] Yeah\n[01:51.66] We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n[01:54.80] Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n[01:58.67] Right here for y'all\n[02:01.53] It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n[02:05.40] One half of Arcade\n[02:07.07] Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n[02:11.25] It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n[02:13.82] Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n[02:16.30] But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n[02:18.95] And plus A-C-E the Creator\n[02:21.91] Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n[02:24.57] If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n[02:27.81] Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n[02:30.97] Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n[02:33.58] I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n[02:35.69] I had to let it bang like gun powder\n[02:38.27] I can assist it\n[02:39.80] Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n[02:41.83] If I ever exit\n[02:43.31] I feel like I come with Benedict\n[02:45.61] Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n[02:48.48] You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n[02:51.20] Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n[02:54.05] I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n[02:57.45] If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n[03:00.15] I am the purest since blue magic\n[03:02.65] I am legend and I do classics\n[03:05.48] And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n[03:08.52] Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n[03:11.92] Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n[03:16.53] A monsterbeast\n[03:17.68] And that's me, because I make monster beats\n[03:20.43] I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n[03:24.10] Oh, turn the volume up\n[03:27.52] You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n[03:31.63] It ain't a test to me\n[03:32.88] Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n[03:35.77] Got you going like ecstasy\n[03:38.05] Uh, yeah\n[03:41.49] It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n[03:45.23] I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n[03:48.17] And oh yeah, the Weezy\n[03:50.46] Left me right where, where you leave me\n[03:53.05] I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n[03:56.23] I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n[03:58.75] Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n[04:02.34] And I'm a book, come and read me\n[04:04.30] I'm blood, come bleed me\n[04:05.76] Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n[04:11.17] Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n[04:14.21] And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n[04:20.98] First song get oh boy'd\n[04:23.06] Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n[04:25.91] And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n[04:29.03] And I'm coming to a store near you\n[04:31.01] Nigga why would I fear you?\n[04:33.37] You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n[04:35.89] I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n[04:38.39] Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n[04:43.09] (Yo, because)\n[04:46.62] It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n[04:49.23] They around know I'm around when I come around\n[04:52.08] Yung Joc because it's going down\n[04:54.76] From the brayer and first to Supreme\n[04:57.25] All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n[04:59.51] Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n[05:02.79] So I can change into it\n[05:04.72] Rap with me, I was craved into it\n[05:06.88] I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n[05:09.45] The moment I put the pen to the paper\n[05:11.72] I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n[05:15.21] Uh\n[05:16.42] Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n[05:19.70] Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n[05:22.87] Ain't no nigga stopping he\n[05:24.15] From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n[05:27.14] Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n[05:29.61] Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n[05:32.25] On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n[05:34.30] And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n[05:38.18] Hop into your window, just creep creep\n[05:40.46] Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n[05:44.98] Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n[05:47.74] Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n[05:49.88] Vegas trips, told's times fun\n[05:52.42] Why compete when it's already won?\n[05:54.05] Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n[05:56.46] Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n[05:58.81] She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n[06:03.35] See Casey Gucci killer figure\n[06:05.55] Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n[06:09.73] There's only one beer left\n[06:11.58] Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n[06:13.84] Tempt me, do a number on the label\n[06:16.29] Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n[06:19.12] Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n[06:21.74] However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n[06:25.18] You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n[06:26.95] I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n[06:29.43] Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n[06:31.83] She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n[06:34.98] Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n[06:37.25] It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n[06:40.25] It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n[06:43.17] Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n[06:46.12] They group been soft\n[06:47.91] First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n[06:50.41] He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n[06:53.04] She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n[06:55.16] \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n[06:58.22] Love, Villain,\"\n[06:59.42] Take pride in code words\n[07:00.83] Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n[07:03.21] Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n[07:06.27] Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n[07:08.52] No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n[07:11.43] And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n[07:13.63] The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n[07:16.58] They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n[07:19.05] \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n[07:21.89] Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n[07:23.54] A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n[07:25.99] Like, \"What you doing G?\n[07:27.27] Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n[07:29.58] Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n[07:32.08] Looser than a pair of Adidas\n[07:33.60] I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n[07:35.23] MC's sound like cheerleaders\n[07:37.07] Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n[07:39.16] DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n[07:42.76] He do it for the smelly hubbies\n[07:43.91] Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n[07:46.84] Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n[07:49.52] Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n[07:52.77] He plots shows like robberies\n[07:54.21] In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n[07:56.95] Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n[07:59.78] The mic is the shotty, nobody 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Aight, where the jeans at?\n  start_ms: 101260\n  end_ms: 103670\n- text: The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n  start_ms: 103670\n  end_ms: 107550\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 107550\n  end_ms: 111660\n- text: We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  start_ms: 111660\n  end_ms: 114800\n- text: Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  start_ms: 114800\n  end_ms: 118670\n- text: Right here for y'all\n  start_ms: 118670\n  end_ms: 121530\n- text: It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  start_ms: 121530\n  end_ms: 125400\n- text: One half of Arcade\n  start_ms: 125400\n  end_ms: 127070\n- text: Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 127070\n  end_ms: 131250\n- text: It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  start_ms: 131250\n  end_ms: 133820\n- text: Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  start_ms: 133820\n  end_ms: 136300\n- text: But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  start_ms: 136300\n  end_ms: 138950\n- text: And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  start_ms: 138950\n  end_ms: 141910\n- text: Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  start_ms: 141910\n  end_ms: 144570\n- text: If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  start_ms: 144570\n  end_ms: 147810\n- text: Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  start_ms: 147810\n  end_ms: 150970\n- text: Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  start_ms: 150970\n  end_ms: 153580\n- text: I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  start_ms: 153580\n  end_ms: 155690\n- text: I had to let it bang like gun powder\n  start_ms: 155690\n  end_ms: 158270\n- text: I can assist it\n  start_ms: 158270\n  end_ms: 159800\n- text: Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  start_ms: 159800\n  end_ms: 161830\n- text: If I ever exit\n  start_ms: 161830\n  end_ms: 163310\n- text: I feel like I come with Benedict\n  start_ms: 163310\n  end_ms: 165610\n- text: Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  start_ms: 165610\n  end_ms: 168480\n- text: You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  start_ms: 168480\n  end_ms: 171200\n- text: Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  start_ms: 171200\n  end_ms: 174050\n- text: I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  start_ms: 174050\n  end_ms: 177450\n- text: If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n  start_ms: 177450\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: I am the purest since blue magic\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 182650\n- text: I am legend and I do classics\n  start_ms: 182650\n  end_ms: 185480\n- text: And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  start_ms: 185480\n  end_ms: 188520\n- text: Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  start_ms: 188520\n  end_ms: 191920\n- text: Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  start_ms: 191920\n  end_ms: 196530\n- text: A monsterbeast\n  start_ms: 196530\n  end_ms: 197680\n- text: And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  start_ms: 197680\n  end_ms: 200430\n- text: I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n  start_ms: 200430\n  end_ms: 204100\n- text: Oh, turn the volume up\n  start_ms: 204100\n  end_ms: 207520\n- text: You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  start_ms: 207520\n  end_ms: 211630\n- text: It ain't a test to me\n  start_ms: 211630\n  end_ms: 212880\n- text: Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  start_ms: 212880\n  end_ms: 215770\n- text: Got you going like ecstasy\n  start_ms: 215770\n  end_ms: 218050\n- text: Uh, yeah\n  start_ms: 218050\n  end_ms: 221490\n- text: It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  start_ms: 221490\n  end_ms: 225230\n- text: I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  start_ms: 225230\n  end_ms: 228170\n- text: And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  start_ms: 228170\n  end_ms: 230460\n- text: Left me right where, where you leave me\n  start_ms: 230460\n  end_ms: 233050\n- text: I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  start_ms: 233050\n  end_ms: 236230\n- text: I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  start_ms: 236230\n  end_ms: 238750\n- text: Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  start_ms: 238750\n  end_ms: 242340\n- text: And I'm a book, come and read me\n  start_ms: 242340\n  end_ms: 244300\n- text: I'm blood, come bleed me\n  start_ms: 244300\n  end_ms: 245760\n- text: Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  start_ms: 245760\n  end_ms: 251170\n- text: Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  start_ms: 251170\n  end_ms: 254210\n- text: And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n  start_ms: 254210\n  end_ms: 260980\n- text: First song get oh boy'd\n  start_ms: 260980\n  end_ms: 263060\n- text: Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  start_ms: 263060\n  end_ms: 265910\n- text: And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  start_ms: 265910\n  end_ms: 269030\n- text: And I'm coming to a store near you\n  start_ms: 269030\n  end_ms: 271010\n- text: Nigga why would I fear you?\n  start_ms: 271010\n  end_ms: 273370\n- text: You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  start_ms: 273370\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 278390\n- text: Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  start_ms: 278390\n  end_ms: 283090\n- text: (Yo, because)\n  start_ms: 283090\n  end_ms: 286620\n- text: It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  start_ms: 286620\n  end_ms: 289230\n- text: They around know I'm around when I come around\n  start_ms: 289230\n  end_ms: 292080\n- text: Yung Joc because it's going down\n  start_ms: 292080\n  end_ms: 294760\n- text: From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  start_ms: 294760\n  end_ms: 297250\n- text: All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  start_ms: 297250\n  end_ms: 299510\n- text: Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  start_ms: 299510\n  end_ms: 302790\n- text: So I can change into it\n  start_ms: 302790\n  end_ms: 304720\n- text: Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  start_ms: 304720\n  end_ms: 306880\n- text: I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  start_ms: 306880\n  end_ms: 309450\n- text: The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  start_ms: 309450\n  end_ms: 311720\n- text: I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n  start_ms: 311720\n  end_ms: 315210\n- text: Uh\n  start_ms: 315210\n  end_ms: 316420\n- text: Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  start_ms: 316420\n  end_ms: 319700\n- text: Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  start_ms: 319700\n  end_ms: 322870\n- text: Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  start_ms: 322870\n  end_ms: 324150\n- text: From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  start_ms: 324150\n  end_ms: 327140\n- text: Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  start_ms: 327140\n  end_ms: 329610\n- text: Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  start_ms: 329610\n  end_ms: 332250\n- text: On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  start_ms: 332250\n  end_ms: 334300\n- text: And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  start_ms: 334300\n  end_ms: 338180\n- text: Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  start_ms: 338180\n  end_ms: 340460\n- text: Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n  start_ms: 340460\n  end_ms: 344980\n- text: Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  start_ms: 344980\n  end_ms: 347740\n- text: Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  start_ms: 347740\n  end_ms: 349880\n- text: Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  start_ms: 349880\n  end_ms: 352420\n- text: Why compete when it's already won?\n  start_ms: 352420\n  end_ms: 354050\n- text: Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  start_ms: 354050\n  end_ms: 356460\n- text: Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  start_ms: 356460\n  end_ms: 358810\n- text: She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  start_ms: 358810\n  end_ms: 363350\n- text: See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  start_ms: 363350\n  end_ms: 365550\n- text: Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n  start_ms: 365550\n  end_ms: 369730\n- text: There's only one beer left\n  start_ms: 369730\n  end_ms: 371580\n- text: Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  start_ms: 371580\n  end_ms: 373840\n- text: Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  start_ms: 373840\n  end_ms: 376290\n- text: Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  start_ms: 376290\n  end_ms: 379120\n- text: Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  start_ms: 379120\n  end_ms: 381740\n- text: However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  start_ms: 381740\n  end_ms: 385180\n- text: You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  start_ms: 385180\n  end_ms: 386950\n- text: I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  start_ms: 386950\n  end_ms: 389430\n- text: Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  start_ms: 389430\n  end_ms: 391830\n- text: She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  start_ms: 391830\n  end_ms: 394980\n- text: Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  start_ms: 394980\n  end_ms: 397250\n- text: It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n  start_ms: 397250\n  end_ms: 400250\n- text: It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  start_ms: 400250\n  end_ms: 403170\n- text: Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  start_ms: 403170\n  end_ms: 406120\n- text: They group been soft\n  start_ms: 406120\n  end_ms: 407910\n- text: First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  start_ms: 407910\n  end_ms: 410410\n- text: He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  start_ms: 410410\n  end_ms: 413040\n- text: She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  start_ms: 413040\n  end_ms: 415160\n- text: '\"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd'\n  start_ms: 415160\n  end_ms: 418220\n- text: Love, Villain,\"\n  start_ms: 418220\n  end_ms: 419420\n- text: Take pride in code words\n  start_ms: 419420\n  end_ms: 420830\n- text: Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  start_ms: 420830\n  end_ms: 423210\n- text: Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  start_ms: 423210\n  end_ms: 426270\n- text: Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  start_ms: 426270\n  end_ms: 428520\n- text: No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  start_ms: 428520\n  end_ms: 431430\n- text: And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  start_ms: 431430\n  end_ms: 433630\n- text: The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  start_ms: 433630\n  end_ms: 436580\n- text: They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  start_ms: 436580\n  end_ms: 439050\n- text: '\"How there only one left? The pack comes in six'\n  start_ms: 439050\n  end_ms: 441890\n- text: Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  start_ms: 441890\n  end_ms: 443540\n- text: A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  start_ms: 443540\n  end_ms: 445990\n- text: Like, \"What you doing G?\n  start_ms: 445990\n  end_ms: 447270\n- text: Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  start_ms: 447270\n  end_ms: 449580\n- text: Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n  start_ms: 449580\n  end_ms: 452080\n- text: Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  start_ms: 452080\n  end_ms: 453600\n- text: I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  start_ms: 453600\n  end_ms: 455230\n- text: MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  start_ms: 455230\n  end_ms: 457070\n- text: Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  start_ms: 457070\n  end_ms: 459160\n- text: DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  start_ms: 459160\n  end_ms: 462760\n- text: He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  start_ms: 462760\n  end_ms: 463910\n- text: Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  start_ms: 463910\n  end_ms: 466840\n- text: Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  start_ms: 466840\n  end_ms: 469520\n- text: Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n  start_ms: 469520\n  end_ms: 472770\n- text: He plots shows like robberies\n  start_ms: 472770\n  end_ms: 474210\n- text: In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  start_ms: 474210\n  end_ms: 476950\n- text: Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  start_ms: 476950\n  end_ms: 479780\n- text: The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  start_ms: 479780\n  end_ms: 482330\n- text: Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  start_ms: 482330\n  end_ms: 484890\n- text: He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  start_ms: 484890\n  end_ms: 487850\n- text: A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  start_ms: 487850\n  end_ms: 490460\n- text: Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n  start_ms: 490460\n  end_ms: 512520\n- text: There, it is done\n  start_ms: 512520\n  end_ms: 515180\n- text: Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  start_ms: 515180\n  end_ms: 518570\n- text: All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  start_ms: 518570\n  end_ms: 522300\n- text: And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  start_ms: 522300\n  end_ms: 526010\n- text: Shall be voted master of the world\n  start_ms: 526010\n  end_ms: 530400\n- text: My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n  start_ms: 530400\n  end_ms: 533720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 533720\nplain: |-\n  Uh, yeah\n  How you doing today?\n  Uh, yeah, uh huh, yeah\n  Ace the Creator, man\n  Look\n  Casey Veggies, uh huh\n  Odd Future, look\n  Look\n\n  Hello, the hype is so mellow\n  Bitch I'm dope, but my pipe is so yellow\n  The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title\n  Nigga fuck your role model bitch, I'm my own idol and\n  If you can't face it my nigga, you can ass it\n  My accessorize accessories bring out my assets\n  Nigga the sound on acid, tablets\n  Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses\n  I suffer from ADHD\n  I should win a fucking award for being me\n\n  Beat banging the tom-toms\n  My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons\n  Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender\n  'Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender\n  Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts\n  I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off\n  And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off\n  Step one, pull your panties down and start to piss off\n  Step two, run to your radio, turn this shit off\n  Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help\n  So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me\n  With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts\n\n  Uh huh, yeah\n  Ace, the Creator, man, uh\n  Casey Veggies, yo, uh huh\n  Odd Future, nigga\n  Get used to it, uh\n  Let me, ay, I'm gonna slow it down real quick for you, look\n\n  I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan\n  I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand\n  On award tour, on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets\n  I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure\n  I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at?\n  The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme, uh\n\n  Yeah\n  We gotta speed it up, we trying to get to the mall\n  Trevor B in on the boards, brandUn DeShay\n  Right here for y'all\n  It's what I do, don't get it misconstrued, ah\n  One half of Arcade\n  Step your game up, wait up, uh, yeah\n\n  It's the mixtape extraordinaire\n  Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared\n  But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V\n  And plus A-C-E the Creator\n  Y'all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators\n  If you could, you'd hate on yourself, master haters\n  Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel\n  Y'all always come with chicken like Kung Pao\n  I'm always off the top like Kung Lao\n  I had to let it bang like gun powder\n\n  I can assist it\n  Y'all really gonna miss them when I'm gone\n  If I ever exit\n  I feel like I come with Benedict\n  Like eggs and not Arnold and traitors, y'all haters\n  You're so flagrant with your foul behavior\n  Dr. DeShay, you can dial a pager\n  I ain't need this, I'm so sick I need cough syrup\n  If y'all ain't catch it, just rewind like a rip\n\n  I am the purest since blue magic\n  I am legend and I do classics\n  And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them\n  Ah, okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?\n  Okay, what's a goblin to a monster? Okay, what's a monster to a beast?\n  A monsterbeast\n  And that's me, because I make monster beats\n  I do a show and have they block looking like Contra streets\n\n  Oh, turn the volume up\n  You still talking that mass and volume stuff, yuh\n  It ain't a test to me\n  Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me\n  Got you going like ecstasy\n  Uh, yeah\n\n  It's Case-eezy and it ain't easy being me-eezy\n  I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy\n  And oh yeah, the Weezy\n  Left me right where, where you leave me\n  I got it all, it's no need to tease me\n  I'm coming in the game, you niggas ain't even see me\n  Told you my lines and you didn't even believe me\n  And I'm a book, come and read me\n  I'm blood, come bleed me\n  Slip straight to 90's, get off of my Steezy\n  Yeah, because the haters always acting up\n  And I'm attacking ya, never back it up\n\n  First song get oh boy'd\n  Now all the girls like \"Oh boy, oh boy\"\n  And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more\n  And I'm coming to a store near you\n  Nigga why would I fear you?\n  You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you\n  I'm riding from night 'til the next day\n  Maybe balling, spent 50 on the coat sway, no way\n  (Yo, because)\n\n  It's only one way up so I ain't going down\n  They around know I'm around when I come around\n  Yung Joc because it's going down\n  From the brayer and first to Supreme\n  All these niggas know that the kid stay clean\n  Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey?\n  So I can change into it\n  Rap with me, I was craved into it\n  I'ma get signed cause Ye can't do it\n  The moment I put the pen to the paper\n  I'ma keep moving, going through and through it\n\n  Uh\n  Weather man, 3000, lie doctor-ly\n  Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly\n  Ain't no nigga stopping he\n  From kid, nigga what you supposed to be\n  Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he\n  Hard in the ground, yeah, I'm growing deep\n  On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep\n  And I keep going until I hear that beat beep\n  Hop into your window, just creep creep\n  Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something\n\n  Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come\n  Keep writing 'til my hands is numb\n  Vegas trips, told's times fun\n  Why compete when it's already won?\n  Call me daddy nigga, you are my son\n  Shoot for the stars, she is my gun\n  She's so bomb, I call her a bad one\n  See Casey Gucci killer figure\n  Be hoopty, spill her SB's and Nike Maxes\n\n  There's only one beer left\n  Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf\n  Tempt me, do a number on the label\n  Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table\n  Like, \"It's on me, put it on my tab kid\"\n  However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it\n  You're leaving on your face, forfeit\n  I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it\n  Told him tell her they stole it, he told her he lost it\n  She told him, \"Get off it,\" and a bunch of other more shit\n  Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads\n  It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds\n\n  It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off\n  Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough\n  They group been soft\n  First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off\n  He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road\n  She asked him autograph her derriere, read\n  \"To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd\n  Love, Villain,\"\n  Take pride in code words\n\n  Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart\n  Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart\n  Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy\n  No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer's eye\n  And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel\n  The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel\n  They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed\n  \"How there only one left? The pack comes in six\n  Whatever happened to two and three?\"\n  A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught\n  Like, \"What you doing G?\n  Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy\n  Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me\"\n\n  Looser than a pair of Adidas\n  I hope you brought your spare tweeters\n  MC's sound like cheerleaders\n  Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin\n  DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin'\n  He do it for the smelly hubbies\n  Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Tellie Tubbies\n  Few can do it, even fewer can sell it\n  Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet\n\n  He plots shows like robberies\n  In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please\n  Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt\n  The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt\n  Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war\n  He came in the door, and \"Everybody on the floor!\"\n  A whole string of jobs, like we on tour\n  Every night on the score, coming to your corner store\n\n  There, it is done\n  Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed\n  All of the world's leaders on Earth are under my control\n  And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM\n  Shall be voted master of the world\n  My plan is foolproof, but just in case\n"}]