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What they wanna do?\nYou better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\nor it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\nAnd I'll dissect you like a fraction\nOh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\nYou wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\nBig up myself everytime when it comes to this\nMC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\nI kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\nMy styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\nYou know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\nI dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\nthat goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\nAkinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\nYou need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\nNuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\nYo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\nGet on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\nYo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n\nGet on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n\n\"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n(over Busta Rhymes)\nLa, la, la, la.\nDoop, doo, do, do.\nLa, la, la, la.\nShooby-doop, do, do.\nLa, la, la, la.\n\nShooby-doo, do, do.\nYou know I'm on the other, for the top 40\nHaha, you gotta do it like this.\n\nWe got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\nSo recognize me, kids memorize me\nEveryday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\nI play the down low, very very incognito\nAries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\nSometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\nIntellect is the major, some heads like to wager\nThe skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\nMan, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\nThe Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\nLife seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\nWith they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\nI rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\nBet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\nAs ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\nMC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\nLyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\nJust mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\nI dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\nThat I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\nI'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\nBreakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n\nWhile my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\nGot the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\nFor tier means creator, the poetry relator\nIt's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\", smooth it y'all)\n\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\"\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n\nQueens got a Zoo\nBrooklyn got a Zoo\nBronx got a Zoo\nLong Island got a Zoo\n\nLong Island. got the zone\nJersey got a Zoo\nPhilly got a Zoo\nMilwaukee got a Zoo\nL.A. got a Zoo\nOaktown got the zone\n\nLa, la, la.\nSee, I like to get down Jack","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n[00:20.25] There's a million MC's that claim they want some\n[00:22.73] But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\n[00:25.35] Peace to Sayers Ave., yeah you know how we go\n[00:28.04] My best friend Steven at the Home Depot\n[00:30.30] Lowerton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\n[00:32.96] Walk past MC's like that girl did the Pharcyde\n[00:35.77] I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\n[00:38.71] Act like you know, not now, but right now\n[00:40.48] Beast of the East, on MC's I have a feast\n[00:43.15] I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\n[00:45.71] Straight out Jamaica scene, Jamaica, Queens\n[00:48.13] But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\n[00:50.41] Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\n[00:53.07] If Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good\n[00:55.79] If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\n[00:58.19] But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good\n[01:00.79] Picture Phife losin a battle, come on, get off it\n[01:03.12] Put down the microphone son, surrender forfeit\n[01:05.83] Did I hear somethin bout a crew? What they wanna do?\n[01:08.18] You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n[01:11.15] Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n[01:14.24] And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n[01:16.20] Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n[01:18.69] You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n[01:21.62] Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n[01:23.68] MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n[01:26.35] I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n[01:28.62] My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n[01:30.91] You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n[01:33.62] I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n[01:36.79] That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n[01:39.07] Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n[01:41.35] You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n[01:44.04] Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n[01:46.31] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:48.35] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n[01:51.60] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:54.28] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n[01:55.96] \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n[01:56.58] (Over Busta Rhymes)\n[01:57.34] La, la, la, la.\n[01:58.58] Doop, doo, do, do.\n[02:01.02] La, la, la, la.\n[02:03.65] Shooby-doop, do, do.\n[02:06.36] La, la, la, la.\n[02:08.61] Shooby-doo, do, do.\n[02:11.15] You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n[02:14.05] Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n[02:16.03] We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n[02:19.08] So recognize me, kids memorize me\n[02:21.65] Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n[02:24.20] I play the down low, very very incognito\n[02:26.62] Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n[02:28.84] Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n[02:31.88] Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n[02:34.15] The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n[02:36.83] Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n[02:39.23] The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n[02:41.88] Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n[02:44.15] With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n[02:46.55] I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n[02:49.27] Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n[02:51.92] As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n[02:54.21] MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n[02:56.91] Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n[02:59.64] Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n[03:01.96] I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n[03:04.62] That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n[03:07.02] I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n[03:09.73] Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n[03:11.91] While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n[03:14.77] Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n[03:17.02] For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n[03:19.33] It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n[03:22.13] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n[03:24.18] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n[03:27.15] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\", smooth it y'all)\n[03:29.89] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\"\n[03:32.14] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n[03:34.29] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n[03:37.27] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n[03:40.08] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n[03:42.28] Queens got a Zoo\n[03:43.90] Brooklyn got a Zoo\n[03:45.23] Bronx got a Zoo\n[03:46.67] Long Island got a Zoo\n[03:47.66] Long Island. got the zone\n[03:52.76] Jersey got a Zoo\n[03:54.01] Philly got a Zoo\n[03:55.34] Milwaukee got a Zoo\n[03:56.72] L.A. got a Zoo\n[03:58.17] Oaktown got the zone\n[04:02.41] La, la, la.\n[04:12.55] See, I like to get down Jack\n[04:14.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Lives Through Remix\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: A Tribe Called Quest\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes'\n  start_ms: 860\n  end_ms: 20250\n- text: There's a million MC's that claim they want some\n  start_ms: 20250\n  end_ms: 22730\n- text: But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\n  start_ms: 22730\n  end_ms: 25350\n- text: Peace to Sayers Ave., yeah you know how we go\n  start_ms: 25350\n  end_ms: 28040\n- text: My best friend Steven at the Home Depot\n  start_ms: 28040\n  end_ms: 30300\n- text: Lowerton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\n  start_ms: 30300\n  end_ms: 32960\n- text: Walk past MC's like that girl did the Pharcyde\n  start_ms: 32960\n  end_ms: 35770\n- text: I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\n  start_ms: 35770\n  end_ms: 38710\n- text: Act like you know, not now, but right now\n  start_ms: 38710\n  end_ms: 40480\n- text: Beast of the East, on MC's I have a feast\n  start_ms: 40480\n  end_ms: 43150\n- text: I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\n  start_ms: 43150\n  end_ms: 45710\n- text: Straight out Jamaica scene, Jamaica, Queens\n  start_ms: 45710\n  end_ms: 48130\n- text: But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\n  start_ms: 48130\n  end_ms: 50410\n- text: Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\n  start_ms: 50410\n  end_ms: 53070\n- text: If Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good\n  start_ms: 53070\n  end_ms: 55790\n- text: If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\n  start_ms: 55790\n  end_ms: 58190\n- text: But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good\n  start_ms: 58190\n  end_ms: 60790\n- text: Picture Phife losin a battle, come on, get off it\n  start_ms: 60790\n  end_ms: 63120\n- text: Put down the microphone son, surrender forfeit\n  start_ms: 63120\n  end_ms: 65830\n- text: Did I hear somethin bout a crew? 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What they wanna do?\n  You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n  or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n  And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n  Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n  You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n  Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n  MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n  I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n  My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n  You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n  I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n  that goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n  Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n  You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n  Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n\n  \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n  (over Busta Rhymes)\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Doop, doo, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Shooby-doop, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n\n  Shooby-doo, do, do.\n  You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n  Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n\n  We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n  So recognize me, kids memorize me\n  Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n  I play the down low, very very incognito\n  Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n  Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n  Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n  The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n  Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n  The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n  Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n  With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n  I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n  Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n  As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n  MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n  Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n  I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n  That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n  Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n\n  While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n  For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n\n  La, la, la. 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What they wanna do?\n[01:07.85] You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n[01:11.52] Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n[01:14.21] And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n[01:16.03] Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n[01:18.79] You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n[01:21.57] Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n[01:23.35] MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n[01:26.04] I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n[01:28.71] My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n[01:31.45] You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n[01:33.30] I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n[01:36.08] That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n[01:38.76] Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n[01:41.48] You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n[01:44.14] Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n[01:46.98] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:48.72] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n[01:51.45] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:54.16] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n[01:55.91] \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n[01:56.05] (Over Busta Rhymes)\n[01:56.65] La, la, la, la.\n[01:58.43] Doop, doo, do, do.\n[02:01.28] La, la, la, la.\n[02:03.94] Shooby-doop, do, do.\n[02:05.79] La, la, la, la.\n[02:08.42] Shooby-doo, do, do.\n[02:11.14] You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n[02:13.99] Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n[02:16.66] We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n[02:19.33] So recognize me, kids memorize me\n[02:21.13] Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n[02:23.98] I play the down low, very very incognito\n[02:26.65] Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n[02:29.35] Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n[02:31.18] Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n[02:33.83] The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n[02:36.61] Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n[02:39.31] The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n[02:42.04] Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n[02:43.86] With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n[02:46.52] I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n[02:49.32] Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n[02:52.03] As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n[02:53.81] MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n[02:56.57] Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n[02:59.32] Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n[03:02.03] I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n[03:04.73] That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n[03:07.08] I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n[03:09.75] Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n[03:11.99] While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n[03:14.64] Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n[03:17.39] For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n[03:19.27] It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n[03:21.98] La, la, la. 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What they wanna do?\n[01:07.85] You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n[01:11.52] Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n[01:14.21] And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n[01:16.03] Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n[01:18.79] You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n[01:21.57] Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n[01:23.35] MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n[01:26.04] I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n[01:28.71] My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n[01:31.45] You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n[01:33.30] I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n[01:36.08] That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n[01:38.76] Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n[01:41.48] You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n[01:44.14] Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n[01:46.98] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:48.72] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n[01:51.45] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:54.16] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n[01:55.91] \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n[01:56.05] (Over Busta Rhymes)\n[01:56.65] La, la, la, la.\n[01:58.43] Doop, doo, do, do.\n[02:01.28] La, la, la, la.\n[02:03.94] Shooby-doop, do, do.\n[02:05.79] La, la, la, la.\n[02:08.42] Shooby-doo, do, do.\n[02:11.14] You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n[02:13.99] Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n[02:16.66] We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n[02:19.33] So recognize me, kids memorize me\n[02:21.13] Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n[02:23.98] I play the down low, very very incognito\n[02:26.65] Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n[02:29.35] Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n[02:31.18] Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n[02:33.83] The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n[02:36.61] Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n[02:39.31] The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n[02:42.04] Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n[02:43.86] With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n[02:46.52] I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n[02:49.32] Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n[02:52.03] As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n[02:53.81] MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n[02:56.57] Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n[02:59.32] Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n[03:02.03] I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n[03:04.73] That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n[03:07.08] I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n[03:09.75] Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n[03:11.99] While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n[03:14.64] Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n[03:17.39] For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n[03:19.27] It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n[03:21.98] La, la, la. 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What they wanna do?\n  You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n  Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n  And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n  Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n  You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n  Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n  MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n  I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n  My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n  You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n  I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n  That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n  Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n  You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n  Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n\n  \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n  (Over Busta Rhymes)\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Doop, doo, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Shooby-doop, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n\n  Shooby-doo, do, do.\n  You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n  Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n\n  We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n  So recognize me, kids memorize me\n  Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n  I play the down low, very very incognito\n  Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n  Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n  Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n  The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n  Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n  The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n  Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n  With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n  I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n  Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n  As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n  MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n  Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n  I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n  That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n  Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n\n  While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n  For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n\n  La, la, la. 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(\"Oh my God!\")\n[03:24.68] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n[03:27.30] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\", smooth it y'all)\n[03:30.03] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\"\n[03:31.97] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n[03:34.66] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n[03:37.36] La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n[03:39.11] La, la, la. 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What they wanna do?\n  You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n  Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n  And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n  Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n  You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n  Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n  MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n  I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n  My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n  You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n  I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n  That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n  Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n  You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n  Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n\n  \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n  (Over Busta Rhymes)\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Doop, doo, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Shooby-doop, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n\n  Shooby-doo, do, do.\n  You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n  Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n\n  We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n  So recognize me, kids memorize me\n  Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n  I play the down low, very very incognito\n  Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n  Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n  Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n  The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n  Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n  The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n  Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n  With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n  I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n  Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n  As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n  MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n  Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n  I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n  That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n  Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n\n  While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n  For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n\n  La, la, la. 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What they wanna do?\n[01:07.85] You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n[01:11.52] Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n[01:14.21] And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n[01:16.03] Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n[01:18.79] You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n[01:21.57] Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n[01:23.35] MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n[01:26.04] I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n[01:28.71] My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n[01:31.45] You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n[01:33.30] I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n[01:36.08] That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n[01:38.76] Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n[01:41.48] You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n[01:44.14] Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n[01:46.98] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:48.72] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n[01:51.45] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:54.16] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n[01:55.91] \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n[01:56.05] (Over Busta Rhymes)\n[01:56.65] La, la, la, la.\n[01:58.43] Doop, doo, do, do.\n[02:01.28] La, la, la, la.\n[02:03.94] Shooby-doop, do, do.\n[02:05.79] La, la, la, la.\n[02:08.42] Shooby-doo, do, do.\n[02:11.14] You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n[02:13.99] Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n[02:16.66] We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n[02:19.33] So recognize me, kids memorize me\n[02:21.13] Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n[02:23.98] I play the down low, very very incognito\n[02:26.65] Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n[02:29.35] Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n[02:31.18] Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n[02:33.83] The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n[02:36.61] Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n[02:39.31] The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n[02:42.04] Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n[02:43.86] With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n[02:46.52] I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n[02:49.32] Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n[02:52.03] As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n[02:53.81] MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n[02:56.57] Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n[02:59.32] Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n[03:02.03] I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n[03:04.73] That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n[03:07.08] I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n[03:09.75] Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n[03:11.99] While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n[03:14.64] Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n[03:17.39] For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n[03:19.27] It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n[03:21.98] La, la, la. 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What they wanna do?\n  You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n  or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n  And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n  Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n  You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n  Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n  MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n  I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n  My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n  You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n  I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n  that goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n  Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n  You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n  Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n\n  \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n  (over Busta Rhymes)\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Doop, doo, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Shooby-doop, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n\n  Shooby-doo, do, do.\n  You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n  Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n\n  We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n  So recognize me, kids memorize me\n  Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n  I play the down low, very very incognito\n  Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n  Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n  Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n  The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n  Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n  The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n  Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n  With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n  I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n  Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n  As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n  MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n  Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n  I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n  That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n  Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n\n  While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n  For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\", smooth it y'all)\n\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\"\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n\n  Queens got a Zoo\n  Brooklyn got a Zoo\n  Bronx got a Zoo\n  Long Island got a Zoo\n\n  Long Island. got the zone\n  Jersey got a Zoo\n  Philly got a Zoo\n  Milwaukee got a Zoo\n  L.A. got a Zoo\n  Oaktown got the zone\n\n  La, la, la.\n  See, I like to get down Jack\n"},{"id":25003709,"name":"God Lives Through","trackName":"God Lives Through","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Abstract Dragon","duration":375.3737,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nThere's a million MCs that claim they want some\nBut see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\nPeace to Sayres Ave, yeah, you know how we go\nMy best friend Steven at the Home Depot\nLaurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\nWalk past MCs like that girl did The Pharcyde\nI'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\nAct like you know, not now but right now\nBeast of the East, on MCs, I have a feast\nI'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\nStraight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens\nBut you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\nNow if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\nIf Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good\nIf the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\nBut since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good\nPicture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it\nPut down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit\nDid I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?\nYou better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you\nOr it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\nAnd I'll dissect you like a fraction\nAll you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit\nYou wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\nBig up myself every time when it comes to this\nMcs be running scared as if they're watching The Exorcist\nI kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\nMy styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breastfed\nYou know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\nI dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens\nThat goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC\nAkinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\nYou need a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other\nNuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\nYo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get the party jumping\nGet on the mic and break 'em off a little, little something\nYo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I gets the party jumping\nGet on the mic, my man, and break 'em off a little something (ooh)\nOh my God, oh my God (la, la, da, da)\nOh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\nOh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\nOh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\nOh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\nOh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\nOh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)\nOh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)\nWe got the funk doody don shit, clearly, it's the bomb shit\nSo recognize me, kids memorize me\nEvery day, I be scrounging, really I be lounging\nI play the down low, very, very incognito\nAries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\nSometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle\nIntellect is the major, some heads like to wager\nThe skills on the hill, overlooking dollar bills\nMan, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me\nThe Ab doesn't study mere nonsense, money\nLife seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy\nWith their doody-ass renditions of defeating competition\nI rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man\nBet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler\nAs you stand at attention, did I forget to mention?\nMcs will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny\nLyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\nJust mentioning the fact that the area is fat\nI dwell in the under, so honey it's no wonder\nThat I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\nI'ma bank-hitting head crack, there, money, take that\nBreaking niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off\nAll my Nikes match my 'Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat\nGot the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox\nFor tier means creator, the poetry relator\nIt's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la, smooth it out, y'all)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\n(La, la, la)\nQueens got a\nBrooklyn got a\nBronx got a\nStaten Island got a\nLong Island got the zone\nJersey got a\nPhilly got a\nMilwaukee got a\nLa got a\nOaktown got a zone\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nSee I like to get down, Jack","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Lives Through\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: The Abstract Dragon\n  duration_ms: 375374\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  There's a million MCs that claim they want some\n  But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\n  Peace to Sayres Ave, yeah, you know how we go\n  My best friend Steven at the Home Depot\n  Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\n  Walk past MCs like that girl did The Pharcyde\n  I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\n  Act like you know, not now but right now\n  Beast of the East, on MCs, I have a feast\n  I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\n  Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens\n  But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\n  Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\n  If Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good\n  If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\n  But since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good\n  Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it\n  Put down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit\n  Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?\n  You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you\n  Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n  And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n  All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit\n  You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n  Big up myself every time when it comes to this\n  Mcs be running scared as if they're watching The Exorcist\n  I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n  My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breastfed\n  You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n  I dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens\n  That goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC\n  Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n  You need a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other\n  Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n  Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get the party jumping\n  Get on the mic and break 'em off a little, little something\n  Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I gets the party jumping\n  Get on the mic, my man, and break 'em off a little something (ooh)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, da, da)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)\n  Oh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)\n  We got the funk doody don shit, clearly, it's the bomb shit\n  So recognize me, kids memorize me\n  Every day, I be scrounging, really I be lounging\n  I play the down low, very, very incognito\n  Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n  Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle\n  Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n  The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar bills\n  Man, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me\n  The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense, money\n  Life seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy\n  With their doody-ass renditions of defeating competition\n  I rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man\n  Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler\n  As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention?\n  Mcs will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny\n  Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  Just mentioning the fact that the area is fat\n  I dwell in the under, so honey it's no wonder\n  That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  I'ma bank-hitting head crack, there, money, take that\n  Breaking niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n  All my Nikes match my 'Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox\n  For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la, smooth it out, y'all)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  (La, la, la)\n  Queens got a\n  Brooklyn got a\n  Bronx got a\n  Staten Island got a\n  Long Island got the zone\n  Jersey got a\n  Philly got a\n  Milwaukee got a\n  La got a\n  Oaktown got a zone\n  La, la, la, la, la, la\n  La, la, la, la, la, la\n  See I like to get down, Jack\n"},{"id":23392168,"name":"God Lives Through","trackName":"God Lives Through","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Midnight Marauders","duration":249.991837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nThere's a million MCs that claim they want some\nBut see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\nPeace to Sayres Ave, yeah, you know how we go\nMy best friend Steven at the Home Depot\nLaurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\nWalk past MCs like that girl did The Pharcyde\nI'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\nAct like you know, not now but right now\nBeast of the East, on MCs, I have a feast\nI'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\nStraight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens\nBut you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\nNow if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\nIf Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good\nIf the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\nBut since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good\nPicture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it\nPut down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit\nDid I hear something 'bout a crew? 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(\"Oh my God!\")\n  start_ms: 201980\n  end_ms: 204680\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  start_ms: 204680\n  end_ms: 207300\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\", smooth it y'all)\n  start_ms: 207300\n  end_ms: 210030\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\"\n  start_ms: 210030\n  end_ms: 211970\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  start_ms: 211970\n  end_ms: 214660\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  start_ms: 214660\n  end_ms: 217360\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  start_ms: 217360\n  end_ms: 219110\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  start_ms: 219110\n  end_ms: 221740\n- text: Queens got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 221740\n  end_ms: 223520\n- text: Brooklyn got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 223520\n  end_ms: 224470\n- text: Bronx got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 224470\n  end_ms: 226310\n- text: Long Island got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 226310\n  end_ms: 227250\n- text: Long Island. got the zone\n  start_ms: 227250\n  end_ms: 232580\n- text: Jersey got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 232580\n  end_ms: 233430\n- text: Philly got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 233430\n  end_ms: 235290\n- text: Milwaukee got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 235290\n  end_ms: 236150\n- text: L.A. got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 236150\n  end_ms: 237060\n- text: Oaktown got the zone\n  start_ms: 237060\n  end_ms: 242610\n- text: La, la, la.\n  start_ms: 242610\n  end_ms: 252780\n- text: See, I like to get down Jack\n  start_ms: 252780\n  end_ms: 253970\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253970\nplain: |-\n  \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n  There's a million MC's that claim they want some\n  But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\n  Peace to Sayers Ave., yeah you know how we go\n  My best friend Steven at the Home Depot\n  Lowerton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\n  Walk past MC's like that girl did the Pharcyde\n  I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\n  Act like you know, not now, but right now\n  Beast of the East, on MC's I have a feast\n  I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\n  Straight out Jamaica scene, Jamaica, Queens\n  But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\n  Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\n  If Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good\n  If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\n  But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good\n  Picture Phife losin a battle, come on, get off it\n  Put down the microphone son, surrender forfeit\n  Did I hear somethin bout a crew? What they wanna do?\n  You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n  Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n  And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n  Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n  You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n  Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n  MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n  I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n  My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n  You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n  I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n  That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n  Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n  You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n  Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n\n  \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n  (Over Busta Rhymes)\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Doop, doo, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Shooby-doop, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n\n  Shooby-doo, do, do.\n  You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n  Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n\n  We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n  So recognize me, kids memorize me\n  Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n  I play the down low, very very incognito\n  Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n  Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n  Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n  The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n  Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n  The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n  Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n  With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n  I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n  Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n  As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n  MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n  Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n  I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n  That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n  Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n\n  While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n  For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\", smooth it y'all)\n\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\"\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n\n  Queens got a Zoo\n  Brooklyn got a Zoo\n  Bronx got a Zoo\n  Long Island got a Zoo\n\n  Long Island. got the zone\n  Jersey got a Zoo\n  Philly got a Zoo\n  Milwaukee got a Zoo\n  L.A. got a Zoo\n  Oaktown got the zone\n\n  La, la, la.\n  See, I like to get down Jack\n"},{"id":12652738,"name":"God Lives Through","trackName":"God Lives Through","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Midnight_Mauraders","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\nThere's a million MC's that claim they want some\nBut see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\nPeace to Sayers Ave., yeah you know how we go\nMy best friend Steven at the Home Depot\nLowerton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\nWalk past MC's like that girl did the Pharcyde\nI'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\nAct like you know, not now, but right now\nBeast of the East, on MC's I have a feast\nI'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\nStraight out Jamaica scene, Jamaica, Queens\nBut you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\nNow if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\nIf Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good\nIf the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\nBut since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good\nPicture Phife losin a battle, come on, get off it\nPut down the microphone son, surrender forfeit\nDid I hear somethin bout a crew? What they wanna do?\nYou better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\nor it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\nAnd I'll dissect you like a fraction\nOh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\nYou wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\nBig up myself everytime when it comes to this\nMC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\nI kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\nMy styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\nYou know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\nI dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\nthat goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\nAkinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\nYou need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\nNuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\nYo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\nGet on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\nYo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n\nGet on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n\n\"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n(over Busta Rhymes)\nLa, la, la, la.\nDoop, doo, do, do.\nLa, la, la, la.\nShooby-doop, do, do.\nLa, la, la, la.\n\nShooby-doo, do, do.\nYou know I'm on the other, for the top 40\nHaha, you gotta do it like this.\n\nWe got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\nSo recognize me, kids memorize me\nEveryday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\nI play the down low, very very incognito\nAries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\nSometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\nIntellect is the major, some heads like to wager\nThe skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\nMan, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\nThe Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\nLife seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\nWith they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\nI rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\nBet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\nAs ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\nMC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\nLyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\nJust mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\nI dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\nThat I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\nI'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\nBreakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n\nWhile my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\nGot the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\nFor tier means creator, the poetry relator\nIt's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\", smooth it y'all)\n\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\"\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n\nQueens got a Zoo\nBrooklyn got a Zoo\nBronx got a Zoo\nLong Island got a Zoo\n\nLong Island. got the zone\nJersey got a Zoo\nPhilly got a Zoo\nMilwaukee got a Zoo\nL.A. got a Zoo\nOaktown got the zone\n\nLa, la, la.\nSee, I like to get down Jack","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Lives Through\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Midnight_Mauraders\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n  There's a million MC's that claim they want some\n  But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\n  Peace to Sayers Ave., yeah you know how we go\n  My best friend Steven at the Home Depot\n  Lowerton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\n  Walk past MC's like that girl did the Pharcyde\n  I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\n  Act like you know, not now, but right now\n  Beast of the East, on MC's I have a feast\n  I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\n  Straight out Jamaica scene, Jamaica, Queens\n  But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\n  Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\n  If Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good\n  If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\n  But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good\n  Picture Phife losin a battle, come on, get off it\n  Put down the microphone son, surrender forfeit\n  Did I hear somethin bout a crew? What they wanna do?\n  You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n  or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n  And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n  Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n  You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n  Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n  MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n  I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n  My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n  You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n  I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n  that goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n  Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n  You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n  Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n\n  \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n  (over Busta Rhymes)\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Doop, doo, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Shooby-doop, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n\n  Shooby-doo, do, do.\n  You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n  Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n\n  We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n  So recognize me, kids memorize me\n  Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n  I play the down low, very very incognito\n  Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n  Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n  Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n  The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n  Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n  The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n  Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n  With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n  I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n  Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n  As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n  MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n  Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n  I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n  That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n  Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n\n  While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n  For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\", smooth it y'all)\n\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\"\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. 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What they wanna do?\nYou better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\nOr it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\nAnd I'll dissect you like a fraction\nOh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\nYou wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\nBig up myself everytime when it comes to this\nMC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\nI kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\nMy styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\nYou know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\nI dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\nThat goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\nAkinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\nYou need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\nNuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\nYo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\nGet on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\nYo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n\nGet on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n\n\"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n(Over Busta Rhymes)\nLa, la, la, la.\nDoop, doo, do, do.\nLa, la, la, la.\nShooby-doop, do, do.\nLa, la, la, la.\n\nShooby-doo, do, do.\nYou know I'm on the other, for the top 40\nHaha, you gotta do it like this.\n\nWe got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\nSo recognize me, kids memorize me\nEveryday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\nI play the down low, very very incognito\nAries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\nSometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\nIntellect is the major, some heads like to wager\nThe skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\nMan, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\nThe Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\nLife seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\nWith they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\nI rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\nBet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\nAs ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\nMC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\nLyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\nJust mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\nI dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\nThat I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\nI'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\nBreakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n\nWhile my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\nGot the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\nFor tier means creator, the poetry relator\nIt's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\", smooth it y'all)\n\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\"\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n\nQueens got a Zoo\nBrooklyn got a Zoo\nBronx got a Zoo\nLong Island got a Zoo\n\nLong Island. got the zone\nJersey got a Zoo\nPhilly got a Zoo\nMilwaukee got a Zoo\nL.A. got a Zoo\nOaktown got the zone\n\nLa, la, la.\nSee, I like to get down Jack","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.37] \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n[00:20.32] There's a million MC's that claim they want some\n[00:23.08] But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\n[00:24.85] Peace to Sayers Ave., yeah you know how we go\n[00:27.51] My best friend Steven at the Home Depot\n[00:30.33] Lowerton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\n[00:33.01] Walk past MC's like that girl did the Pharcyde\n[00:35.77] I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\n[00:38.49] Act like you know, not now, but right now\n[00:41.29] Beast of the East, on MC's I have a feast\n[00:43.09] I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\n[00:45.72] Straight out Jamaica scene, Jamaica, Queens\n[00:47.43] But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\n[00:50.28] Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\n[00:52.95] If Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good\n[00:55.64] If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\n[00:58.30] But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good\n[01:01.09] Picture Phife losin a battle, come on, get off it\n[01:03.82] Put down the microphone son, surrender forfeit\n[01:06.09] Did I hear somethin bout a crew? What they wanna do?\n[01:07.85] You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n[01:11.52] Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n[01:14.21] And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n[01:16.03] Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n[01:18.79] You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n[01:21.57] Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n[01:23.35] MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n[01:26.04] I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n[01:28.71] My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n[01:31.45] You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n[01:33.30] I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n[01:36.08] That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n[01:38.76] Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n[01:41.48] You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n[01:44.14] Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n[01:46.98] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:48.72] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n[01:51.45] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:54.16] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n[01:55.91] \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n[01:56.05] (Over Busta Rhymes)\n[01:56.65] La, la, la, la.\n[01:58.43] Doop, doo, do, do.\n[02:01.28] La, la, la, la.\n[02:03.94] Shooby-doop, do, do.\n[02:05.79] La, la, la, la.\n[02:08.42] Shooby-doo, do, do.\n[02:11.14] You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n[02:13.99] Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n[02:16.66] We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n[02:19.33] So recognize me, kids memorize me\n[02:21.13] Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n[02:23.98] I play the down low, very very incognito\n[02:26.65] Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n[02:29.35] Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n[02:31.18] Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n[02:33.83] The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n[02:36.61] Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n[02:39.31] The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n[02:42.04] Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n[02:43.86] With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n[02:46.52] I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n[02:49.32] Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n[02:52.03] As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n[02:53.81] MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n[02:56.57] Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n[02:59.32] Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n[03:02.03] I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n[03:04.73] That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n[03:07.08] I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n[03:09.75] Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n[03:11.99] While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n[03:14.64] Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n[03:17.39] For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n[03:19.27] It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n[03:21.98] La, la, la. 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What they wanna do?\n  You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n  Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n  And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n  Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n  You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n  Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n  MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n  I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n  My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n  You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n  I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n  That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n  Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n  You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n  Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n\n  \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n  (Over Busta Rhymes)\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Doop, doo, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Shooby-doop, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n\n  Shooby-doo, do, do.\n  You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n  Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n\n  We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n  So recognize me, kids memorize me\n  Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n  I play the down low, very very incognito\n  Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n  Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n  Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n  The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n  Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n  The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n  Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n  With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n  I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n  Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n  As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n  MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n  Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n  I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n  That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n  Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n\n  While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n  For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n\n  La, la, la. 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What they wanna do?\n[01:07.85] You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n[01:11.52] Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n[01:14.21] And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n[01:16.03] Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n[01:18.79] You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n[01:21.57] Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n[01:23.35] MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n[01:26.04] I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n[01:28.71] My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n[01:31.45] You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n[01:33.30] I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n[01:36.08] That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n[01:38.76] Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n[01:41.48] You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n[01:44.14] Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n[01:46.98] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:48.72] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n[01:51.45] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:54.16] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n[01:55.91] \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n[01:56.05] (Over Busta Rhymes)\n[01:56.65] La, la, la, la.\n[01:58.43] Doop, doo, do, do.\n[02:01.28] La, la, la, la.\n[02:03.94] Shooby-doop, do, do.\n[02:05.79] La, la, la, la.\n[02:08.42] Shooby-doo, do, do.\n[02:11.14] You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n[02:13.99] Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n[02:16.66] We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n[02:19.33] So recognize me, kids memorize me\n[02:21.13] Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n[02:23.98] I play the down low, very very incognito\n[02:26.65] Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n[02:29.35] Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n[02:31.18] Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n[02:33.83] The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n[02:36.61] Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n[02:39.31] The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n[02:42.04] Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n[02:43.86] With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n[02:46.52] I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n[02:49.32] Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n[02:52.03] As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n[02:53.81] MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n[02:56.57] Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n[02:59.32] Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n[03:02.03] I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n[03:04.73] That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n[03:07.08] I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n[03:09.75] Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n[03:11.99] While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n[03:14.64] Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n[03:17.39] For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n[03:19.27] It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n[03:21.98] La, la, la. 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mention\n  start_ms: 172030\n  end_ms: 173810\n- text: MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n  start_ms: 173810\n  end_ms: 176570\n- text: Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  start_ms: 176570\n  end_ms: 179320\n- text: Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n  start_ms: 179320\n  end_ms: 182030\n- text: I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n  start_ms: 182030\n  end_ms: 184730\n- text: That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  start_ms: 184730\n  end_ms: 187080\n- text: I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n  start_ms: 187080\n  end_ms: 189750\n- text: Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n  start_ms: 189750\n  end_ms: 191990\n- text: While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  start_ms: 191990\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197390\n- text: For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  start_ms: 197390\n  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(\"Oh my God!\")\n  start_ms: 201980\n  end_ms: 204680\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  start_ms: 204680\n  end_ms: 207300\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\", smooth it y'all)\n  start_ms: 207300\n  end_ms: 210030\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\"\n  start_ms: 210030\n  end_ms: 211970\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  start_ms: 211970\n  end_ms: 214660\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  start_ms: 214660\n  end_ms: 217360\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  start_ms: 217360\n  end_ms: 219110\n- text: La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  start_ms: 219110\n  end_ms: 221740\n- text: Queens got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 221740\n  end_ms: 223520\n- text: Brooklyn got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 223520\n  end_ms: 224470\n- text: Bronx got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 224470\n  end_ms: 226310\n- text: Long Island got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 226310\n  end_ms: 227250\n- text: Long Island. got the zone\n  start_ms: 227250\n  end_ms: 232580\n- text: Jersey got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 232580\n  end_ms: 233430\n- text: Philly got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 233430\n  end_ms: 235290\n- text: Milwaukee got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 235290\n  end_ms: 236150\n- text: L.A. got a Zoo\n  start_ms: 236150\n  end_ms: 237060\n- text: Oaktown got the zone\n  start_ms: 237060\n  end_ms: 242610\n- text: La, la, la.\n  start_ms: 242610\n  end_ms: 252780\n- text: See, I like to get down Jack\n  start_ms: 252780\n  end_ms: 253970\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253970\nplain: |-\n  \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n  There's a million MC's that claim they want some\n  But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\n  Peace to Sayers Ave., yeah you know how we go\n  My best friend Steven at the Home Depot\n  Lowerton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\n  Walk past MC's like that girl did the Pharcyde\n  I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\n  Act like you know, not now, but right now\n  Beast of the East, on MC's I have a feast\n  I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\n  Straight out Jamaica scene, Jamaica, Queens\n  But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\n  Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\n  If Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good\n  If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\n  But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good\n  Picture Phife losin a battle, come on, get off it\n  Put down the microphone son, surrender forfeit\n  Did I hear somethin bout a crew? What they wanna do?\n  You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n  Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n  And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n  Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n  You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n  Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n  MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n  I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n  My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n  You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n  I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n  That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n  Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n  You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n  Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n  Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n\n  Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n\n  \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n  (Over Busta Rhymes)\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Doop, doo, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n  Shooby-doop, do, do.\n  La, la, la, la.\n\n  Shooby-doo, do, do.\n  You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n  Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n\n  We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n  So recognize me, kids memorize me\n  Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n  I play the down low, very very incognito\n  Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n  Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n  Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n  The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n  Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n  The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n  Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n  With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n  I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n  Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n  As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n  MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n  Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n  I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n  That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n  Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n\n  While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n  For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\", smooth it y'all)\n\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\"\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n  La, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n\n  Queens got a Zoo\n  Brooklyn got a Zoo\n  Bronx got a Zoo\n  Long Island got a Zoo\n\n  Long Island. got the zone\n  Jersey got a Zoo\n  Philly got a Zoo\n  Milwaukee got a Zoo\n  L.A. got a Zoo\n  Oaktown got the zone\n\n  La, la, la.\n  See, I like to get down Jack\n"},{"id":27605045,"name":"God Lives Through","trackName":"God Lives Through","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Midnight Marauders","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nThere's a million MCs that claim they want some\nBut see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\nPeace to Sayres Ave, yeah, you know how we go\nMy best friend Steven at the Home Depot\nLaurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\nWalk past MCs like that girl did The Pharcyde\nI'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\nAct like you know, not now but right now\nBeast of the East, on MCs, I have a feast\nI'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\nStraight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens\nBut you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\nNow if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\nIf Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good\nIf the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\nBut since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good\nPicture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it\nPut down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit\nDid I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?\nYou better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you\nOr it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\nAnd I'll dissect you like a fraction\nAll you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit\nYou wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\nBig up myself every time when it comes to this\nMcs be running scared as if they're watching The Exorcist\nI kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\nMy styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breastfed\nYou know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\nI dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens\nThat goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC\nAkinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\nYou need a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other\nNuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\nYo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get the party jumping\nGet on the mic and break 'em off a little, little something\nYo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I gets the party jumping\nGet on the mic, my man, and break 'em off a little something (ooh)\nOh my God, oh my God (la, la, da, da)\nOh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\nOh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\nOh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\nOh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\nOh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\nOh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)\nOh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)\nWe got the funk doody don shit, clearly, it's the bomb shit\nSo recognize me, kids memorize me\nEvery day, I be scrounging, really I be lounging\nI play the down low, very, very incognito\nAries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\nSometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle\nIntellect is the major, some heads like to wager\nThe skills on the hill, overlooking dollar bills\nMan, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me\nThe Ab doesn't study mere nonsense, money\nLife seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy\nWith their doody-ass renditions of defeating competition\nI rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man\nBet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler\nAs you stand at attention, did I forget to mention?\nMcs will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny\nLyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\nJust mentioning the fact that the area is fat\nI dwell in the under, so honey it's no wonder\nThat I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\nI'ma bank-hitting head crack, there, money, take that\nBreaking niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off\nAll my Nikes match my 'Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat\nGot the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox\nFor tier means creator, the poetry relator\nIt's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la, smooth it out, y'all)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\n(La, la, la)\nQueens got a\nBrooklyn got a\nBronx got a\nStaten Island got a\nLong Island got the zone\nJersey got a\nPhilly got a\nMilwaukee got a\nLa got a\nOaktown got a zone\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nSee I like to get down, Jack","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Lives Through\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Midnight Marauders\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  There's a million MCs that claim they want some\n  But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\n  Peace to Sayres Ave, yeah, you know how we go\n  My best friend Steven at the Home Depot\n  Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\n  Walk past MCs like that girl did The Pharcyde\n  I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\n  Act like you know, not now but right now\n  Beast of the East, on MCs, I have a feast\n  I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\n  Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens\n  But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\n  Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\n  If Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good\n  If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\n  But since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good\n  Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it\n  Put down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit\n  Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?\n  You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you\n  Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n  And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n  All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit\n  You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n  Big up myself every time when it comes to this\n  Mcs be running scared as if they're watching The Exorcist\n  I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n  My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breastfed\n  You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n  I dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens\n  That goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC\n  Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n  You need a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other\n  Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n  Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get the party jumping\n  Get on the mic and break 'em off a little, little something\n  Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I gets the party jumping\n  Get on the mic, my man, and break 'em off a little something (ooh)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, da, da)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)\n  Oh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)\n  We got the funk doody don shit, clearly, it's the bomb shit\n  So recognize me, kids memorize me\n  Every day, I be scrounging, really I be lounging\n  I play the down low, very, very incognito\n  Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n  Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle\n  Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n  The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar bills\n  Man, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me\n  The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense, money\n  Life seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy\n  With their doody-ass renditions of defeating competition\n  I rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man\n  Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler\n  As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention?\n  Mcs will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny\n  Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  Just mentioning the fact that the area is fat\n  I dwell in the under, so honey it's no wonder\n  That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  I'ma bank-hitting head crack, there, money, take that\n  Breaking niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n  All my Nikes match my 'Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox\n  For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la, smooth it out, y'all)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  (La, la, la)\n  Queens got a\n  Brooklyn got a\n  Bronx got a\n  Staten Island got a\n  Long Island got the zone\n  Jersey got a\n  Philly got a\n  Milwaukee got a\n  La got a\n  Oaktown got a zone\n  La, la, la, la, la, la\n  La, la, la, la, la, la\n  See I like to get down, Jack\n"},{"id":26871665,"name":"God Lives Through","trackName":"God Lives Through","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Midnight Marauders (Japan Edition)","duration":255.266667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nThere's a million MCs that claim they want some\nBut see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\nPeace to Sayres Ave, yeah, you know how we go\nMy best friend Steven at the Home Depot\nLaurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\nWalk past MCs like that girl did The Pharcyde\nI'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\nAct like you know, not now but right now\nBeast of the East, on MCs, I have a feast\nI'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\nStraight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens\nBut you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\nNow if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\nIf Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good\nIf the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\nBut since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good\nPicture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it\nPut down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit\nDid I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?\nYou better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you\nOr it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\nAnd I'll dissect you like a fraction\nAll you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit\nYou wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\nBig up myself every time when it comes to this\nMcs be running scared as if they're watching The Exorcist\nI kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\nMy styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breastfed\nYou know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\nI dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens\nThat goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC\nAkinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\nYou need a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other\nNuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\nYo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get the party jumping\nGet on the mic and break 'em off a little, little something\nYo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I gets the party jumping\nGet on the mic, my man, and break 'em off a little something (ooh)\nOh my God, oh my God (la, la, da, da)\nOh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\nOh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\nOh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\nOh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\nOh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\nOh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)\nOh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)\nWe got the funk doody don shit, clearly, it's the bomb shit\nSo recognize me, kids memorize me\nEvery day, I be scrounging, really I be lounging\nI play the down low, very, very incognito\nAries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\nSometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle\nIntellect is the major, some heads like to wager\nThe skills on the hill, overlooking dollar bills\nMan, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me\nThe Ab doesn't study mere nonsense, money\nLife seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy\nWith their doody-ass renditions of defeating competition\nI rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man\nBet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler\nAs you stand at attention, did I forget to mention?\nMcs will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny\nLyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\nJust mentioning the fact that the area is fat\nI dwell in the under, so honey it's no wonder\nThat I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\nI'ma bank-hitting head crack, there, money, take that\nBreaking niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off\nAll my Nikes match my 'Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat\nGot the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox\nFor tier means creator, the poetry relator\nIt's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la, smooth it out, y'all)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\n(La, la, la)\nQueens got a\nBrooklyn got a\nBronx got a\nStaten Island got a\nLong Island got the zone\nJersey got a\nPhilly got a\nMilwaukee got a\nLa got a\nOaktown got a zone\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nSee I like to get down, Jack","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Lives Through\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Midnight Marauders (Japan Edition)\n  duration_ms: 255267\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  There's a million MCs that claim they want some\n  But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\n  Peace to Sayres Ave, yeah, you know how we go\n  My best friend Steven at the Home Depot\n  Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\n  Walk past MCs like that girl did The Pharcyde\n  I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\n  Act like you know, not now but right now\n  Beast of the East, on MCs, I have a feast\n  I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\n  Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens\n  But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\n  Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\n  If Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good\n  If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\n  But since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good\n  Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it\n  Put down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit\n  Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?\n  You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you\n  Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n  And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n  All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit\n  You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n  Big up myself every time when it comes to this\n  Mcs be running scared as if they're watching The Exorcist\n  I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n  My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breastfed\n  You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n  I dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens\n  That goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC\n  Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n  You need a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other\n  Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n  Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get the party jumping\n  Get on the mic and break 'em off a little, little something\n  Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I gets the party jumping\n  Get on the mic, my man, and break 'em off a little something (ooh)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, da, da)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)\n  Oh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)\n  We got the funk doody don shit, clearly, it's the bomb shit\n  So recognize me, kids memorize me\n  Every day, I be scrounging, really I be lounging\n  I play the down low, very, very incognito\n  Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n  Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle\n  Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n  The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar bills\n  Man, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me\n  The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense, money\n  Life seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy\n  With their doody-ass renditions of defeating competition\n  I rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man\n  Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler\n  As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention?\n  Mcs will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny\n  Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  Just mentioning the fact that the area is fat\n  I dwell in the under, so honey it's no wonder\n  That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  I'ma bank-hitting head crack, there, money, take that\n  Breaking niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n  All my Nikes match my 'Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox\n  For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la, smooth it out, y'all)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  (La, la, la)\n  Queens got a\n  Brooklyn got a\n  Bronx got a\n  Staten Island got a\n  Long Island got the zone\n  Jersey got a\n  Philly got a\n  Milwaukee got a\n  La got a\n  Oaktown got a zone\n  La, la, la, la, la, la\n  La, la, la, la, la, la\n  See I like to get down, Jack\n"},{"id":39460120,"name":"God Lives Through","trackName":"God Lives Through","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Midnight Marauders (V0)","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nOh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\nThere's a million MCs that claim they want some\nBut see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\nPeace to Sayres Ave, yeah, you know how we go\nMy best friend Steven at the Home Depot\nLaurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\nWalk past MCs like that girl did The Pharcyde\nI'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\nAct like you know, not now but right now\nBeast of the East, on MCs, I have a feast\nI'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\nStraight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens\nBut you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\nNow if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\nIf Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good\nIf the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\nBut since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good\nPicture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it\nPut down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit\nDid I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?\nYou better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you\nOr it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\nAnd I'll dissect you like a fraction\nAll you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit\nYou wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\nBig up myself every time when it comes to this\nMcs be running scared as if they're watching The Exorcist\nI kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\nMy styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breastfed\nYou know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\nI dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens\nThat goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC\nAkinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\nYou need a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other\nNuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\nYo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get the party jumping\nGet on the mic and break 'em off a little, little something\nYo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I gets the party jumping\nGet on the mic, my man, and break 'em off a little something (ooh)\nOh my God, oh my God (la, la, da, da)\nOh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\nOh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\nOh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\nOh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\nOh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\nOh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)\nOh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)\nWe got the funk doody don shit, clearly, it's the bomb shit\nSo recognize me, kids memorize me\nEvery day, I be scrounging, really I be lounging\nI play the down low, very, very incognito\nAries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\nSometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle\nIntellect is the major, some heads like to wager\nThe skills on the hill, overlooking dollar bills\nMan, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me\nThe Ab doesn't study mere nonsense, money\nLife seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy\nWith their doody-ass renditions of defeating competition\nI rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man\nBet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler\nAs you stand at attention, did I forget to mention?\nMcs will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny\nLyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\nJust mentioning the fact that the area is fat\nI dwell in the under, so honey it's no wonder\nThat I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\nI'ma bank-hitting head crack, there, money, take that\nBreaking niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off\nAll my Nikes match my 'Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat\nGot the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox\nFor tier means creator, the poetry relator\nIt's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la, smooth it out, y'all)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\nOh my God (la, la, la)\n(La, la, la)\nQueens got a\nBrooklyn got a\nBronx got a\nStaten Island got a\nLong Island got the zone\nJersey got a\nPhilly got a\nMilwaukee got a\nLa got a\nOaktown got a zone\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nLa, la, la, la, la, la\nSee I like to get down, Jack","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: God Lives Through\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Midnight Marauders (V0)\n  duration_ms: 255067\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God\n  There's a million MCs that claim they want some\n  But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\n  Peace to Sayres Ave, yeah, you know how we go\n  My best friend Steven at the Home Depot\n  Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\n  Walk past MCs like that girl did The Pharcyde\n  I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\n  Act like you know, not now but right now\n  Beast of the East, on MCs, I have a feast\n  I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\n  Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens\n  But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\n  Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\n  If Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good\n  If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\n  But since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good\n  Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it\n  Put down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit\n  Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?\n  You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you\n  Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n  And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n  All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit\n  You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n  Big up myself every time when it comes to this\n  Mcs be running scared as if they're watching The Exorcist\n  I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n  My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breastfed\n  You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n  I dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens\n  That goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC\n  Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n  You need a chart, straight up and down, man, there ain't no other\n  Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n  Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get the party jumping\n  Get on the mic and break 'em off a little, little something\n  Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I gets the party jumping\n  Get on the mic, my man, and break 'em off a little something (ooh)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, da, da)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (la, la, la, la)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (shooby, do, do, do)\n  Oh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)\n  Oh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)\n  We got the funk doody don shit, clearly, it's the bomb shit\n  So recognize me, kids memorize me\n  Every day, I be scrounging, really I be lounging\n  I play the down low, very, very incognito\n  Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n  Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle\n  Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n  The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar bills\n  Man, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me\n  The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense, money\n  Life seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy\n  With their doody-ass renditions of defeating competition\n  I rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man\n  Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler\n  As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention?\n  Mcs will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny\n  Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n  Just mentioning the fact that the area is fat\n  I dwell in the under, so honey it's no wonder\n  That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n  I'ma bank-hitting head crack, there, money, take that\n  Breaking niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n  All my Nikes match my 'Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat\n  Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox\n  For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n  It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la, smooth it out, y'all)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  Oh my God (la, la, la)\n  (La, la, la)\n  Queens got a\n  Brooklyn got a\n  Bronx got a\n  Staten Island got a\n  Long Island got the zone\n  Jersey got a\n  Philly got a\n  Milwaukee got a\n  La got a\n  Oaktown got a zone\n  La, la, la, la, la, la\n  La, la, la, la, la, la\n  See I like to get down, Jack\n"},{"id":28765613,"name":"-12A God Lives Through","trackName":"-12A God Lives Through","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Midnight Marauders","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\nThere's a million MC's that claim they want some\nBut see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\nPeace to Sayers Ave., yeah you know how we go\nMy best friend Steven at the Home Depot\nLowerton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\nWalk past MC's like that girl did the Pharcyde\nI'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\nAct like you know, not now, but right now\nBeast of the East, on MC's I have a feast\nI'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\nStraight out Jamaica scene, Jamaica, Queens\nBut you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\nNow if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\nIf Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good\nIf the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\nBut since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good\nPicture Phife losin a battle, come on, get off it\nPut down the microphone son, surrender forfeit\nDid I hear somethin bout a crew? What they wanna do?\nYou better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\nor it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\nAnd I'll dissect you like a fraction\nOh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\nYou wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\nBig up myself everytime when it comes to this\nMC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\nI kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\nMy styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\nYou know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\nI dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\nthat goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\nAkinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\nYou need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\nNuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\nYo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\nGet on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\nYo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n\nGet on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n\n\"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n\n(over Busta Rhymes)\nLa, la, la, la.\nDoop, doo, do, do.\nLa, la, la, la.\nShooby-doop, do, do.\nLa, la, la, la.\n\nShooby-doo, do, do.\nYou know I'm on the other, for the top 40\nHaha, you gotta do it like this.\n\nWe got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\nSo recognize me, kids memorize me\nEveryday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\nI play the down low, very very incognito\nAries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\nSometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\nIntellect is the major, some heads like to wager\nThe skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\nMan, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\nThe Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\nLife seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\nWith they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\nI rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\nBet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\nAs ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\nMC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\nLyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\nJust mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\nI dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\nThat I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\nI'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\nBreakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n\nWhile my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\nGot the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\nFor tier means creator, the poetry relator\nIt's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\", smooth it y'all)\n\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\"\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\nLa, la, la. (\"Oh my God!\")\n\nQueens got a Zoo\nBrooklyn got a Zoo\nBronx got a Zoo\nLong Island got a Zoo\n\nLong Island. got the zone\nJersey got a Zoo\nPhilly got a Zoo\nMilwaukee got a Zoo\nL.A. got a Zoo\nOaktown got the zone\n\nLa, la, la.\nSee, I like to get down Jack","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.83] \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n[00:20.26] There's a million MC's that claim they want some\n[00:22.76] But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb\n[00:25.39] Peace to Sayers Ave., yeah you know how we go\n[00:28.02] My best friend Steven at the Home Depot\n[00:30.38] Lowerton is in the house, I can't forget Southside\n[00:32.98] Walk past MC's like that girl did the Pharcyde\n[00:35.76] I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how\n[00:38.73] Act like you know, not now, but right now\n[00:40.43] Beast of the East, on MC's I have a feast\n[00:43.14] I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice\n[00:45.77] Straight out Jamaica scene, Jamaica, Queens\n[00:48.15] But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between\n[00:50.49] Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good\n[00:53.08] If Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good\n[00:55.73] If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good\n[00:58.16] But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good\n[01:00.70] Picture Phife losin a battle, come on, get off it\n[01:03.17] Put down the microphone son, surrender forfeit\n[01:05.88] Did I hear somethin bout a crew? What they wanna do?\n[01:08.11] You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_\n[01:11.17] Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton\n[01:14.20] And I'll dissect you like a fraction\n[01:16.25] Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit\n[01:18.64] You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit\n[01:21.65] Big up myself everytime when it comes to this\n[01:23.67] MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist\n[01:26.37] I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead\n[01:28.64] My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed\n[01:30.97] You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene\n[01:33.67] I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens\n[01:36.78] That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C.\n[01:39.03] Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P\n[01:41.33] You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other\n[01:44.08] Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover\n[01:46.36] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:48.32] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin\n[01:51.67] Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin\n[01:54.22] Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...)\n[01:55.96] \"Oh my God!\" -> Busta Rhymes\n[01:56.50] (Over Busta Rhymes)\n[01:57.37] La, la, la, la.\n[01:58.53] Doop, doo, do, do.\n[02:01.06] La, la, la, la.\n[02:03.66] Shooby-doop, do, do.\n[02:06.31] La, la, la, la.\n[02:08.69] Shooby-doo, do, do.\n[02:11.13] You know I'm on the other, for the top 40\n[02:14.02] Haha, you gotta do it like this.\n[02:16.07] We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit\n[02:19.02] So recognize me, kids memorize me\n[02:21.64] Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin\n[02:24.15] I play the down low, very very incognito\n[02:26.63] Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme\n[02:28.89] Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle\n[02:31.89] Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager\n[02:34.19] The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills\n[02:36.86] Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me\n[02:39.26] The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money\n[02:41.83] Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy\n[02:44.14] With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition\n[02:46.54] I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man\n[02:49.22] Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla\n[02:51.97] As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention\n[02:54.28] MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny\n[02:56.90] Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant\n[02:59.64] Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat\n[03:01.90] I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder\n[03:04.67] That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white\n[03:07.06] I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that\n[03:09.77] Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off\n[03:11.97] While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat\n[03:14.73] Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox\n[03:17.00] For tier means creator, the poetry relator\n[03:19.33] It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss\n[03:22.10] La, la, la. 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