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(We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCome on, Phife\nNo need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)\nYep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs\nI got style, grace and razamatazz\nIm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo\nI add pizazz, now\nMost people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness\nBut now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness\nIm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw\nThe first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw\n\nIll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff\nDont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped\nIm forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite\nTo any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight\nGel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2\nPull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo\nAll my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep\n\nCuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat\nBrothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some\nWanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none\nDont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with\nWhy mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?\nIm a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too?\nBut beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do\nI love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid\nNot really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute\n\nWho got the jazz? 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Come on, yo, no equal\n\n So if ya wanna do it to yourself\n That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself\n Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it\n Thats your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it\n I refuse to catch a L in a battle\n Cuz yo, I got the jazz and Ill whup a rappers (ass)\n Into little next to nuthin\n Test me if Im frontin\n Im passin flyin colors cuz yo\n I am that brother that can rock\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Come on, Phife\n No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)\n Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs\n I got style, grace and razamatazz\n Im like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo\n I add pizazz, now\n Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness\n But now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness\n Im still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw\n The first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw\n\n Ill mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff\n Dont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped\n Im forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite\n To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight\n Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2\n Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo\n All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep\n\n Cuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat\n Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some\n Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none\n Dont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with\n Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?\n Im a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too?\n But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do\n I love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid\n Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n Come on\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n Come on\n\n I go ooooh,,,, there they are there\n\n We've got the jazz\n We've got the jazz\n We've got the jazz\n"},{"id":39006750,"name":"Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording)","trackName":"Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Best of A Tribe Called Quest","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Rough, rough, rugged\nTough like a nugget\nListen to the Abstract Poetic, dont snub it\nThe Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger\nDont front on the lyrics or the two cuz its danger\nYou like a junkie, youll flip like a monkey\nTo the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because Im funky\n\nI get down, down like a fly hookers panties\nMake you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny\nI be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly\nUpset when I rock, cuz yo, they rhymes is smelly\nSee, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return\nListenin to these lyrics when its hot will make it burn\nBaby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens\nThe skies up above, the one you think of\nIs the highly regarded, hell of the people\nYour mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal\n\nSo if ya wanna do it to yourself\nThat is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself\nCuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it\nThats your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it\nI refuse to catch a L in a battle\nCuz yo, I got the jazz and Ill whup a rappers (ass)\nInto little next to nuthin\nTest me if Im frontin\nIm passin flyin colors cuz yo\nI am that brother that can rock\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCome on, Phife\nNo need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)\nYep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs\nI got style, grace and razamatazz\nIm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo\nI add pizazz, now\nMost people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness\nBut now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness\nIm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw\nThe first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw\n\nIll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff\nDont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped\nIm forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite\nTo any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight\nGel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2\nPull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo\nAll my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep\n\nCuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat\nBrothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some\nWanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none\nDont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with\nWhy mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?\nIm a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too?\nBut beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do\nI love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid\nNot really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nCome on\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nCome on\n\nI go ooooh,,,, there they are there\n\nWe've got the jazz\nWe've got the jazz\nWe've got the jazz","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: The Best of A Tribe Called Quest\n duration_ms: 258000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Rough, rough, rugged\n Tough like a nugget\n Listen to the Abstract Poetic, dont snub it\n The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger\n Dont front on the lyrics or the two cuz its danger\n You like a junkie, youll flip like a monkey\n To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because Im funky\n\n I get down, down like a fly hookers panties\n Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny\n I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly\n Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they rhymes is smelly\n See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return\n Listenin to these lyrics when its hot will make it burn\n Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens\n The skies up above, the one you think of\n Is the highly regarded, hell of the people\n Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal\n\n So if ya wanna do it to yourself\n That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself\n Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it\n Thats your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it\n I refuse to catch a L in a battle\n Cuz yo, I got the jazz and Ill whup a rappers (ass)\n Into little next to nuthin\n Test me if Im frontin\n Im passin flyin colors cuz yo\n I am that brother that can rock\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Come on, Phife\n No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)\n Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs\n I got style, grace and razamatazz\n Im like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo\n I add pizazz, now\n Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness\n But now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness\n Im still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw\n The first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw\n\n Ill mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff\n Dont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped\n Im forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite\n To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight\n Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2\n Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo\n All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep\n\n Cuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat\n Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some\n Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none\n Dont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with\n Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?\n Im a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too?\n But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do\n I love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid\n Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n Come on\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n Come on\n\n I go ooooh,,,, there they are there\n\n We've got the jazz\n We've got the jazz\n We've got the jazz\n"},{"id":21792193,"name":"Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording)","trackName":"Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got) (Ep)","duration":260.440816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Rough, rough, rugged\nTough like a nugget\nListen to the Abstract Poetic, dont snub it\nThe Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger\nDont front on the lyrics or the two cuz its danger\nYou like a junkie, youll flip like a monkey\nTo the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because Im funky\n\nI get down, down like a fly hookers panties\nMake you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny\nI be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly\nUpset when I rock, cuz yo, they rhymes is smelly\nSee, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return\nListenin to these lyrics when its hot will make it burn\nBaby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens\nThe skies up above, the one you think of\nIs the highly regarded, hell of the people\nYour mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal\n\nSo if ya wanna do it to yourself\nThat is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself\nCuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it\nThats your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it\nI refuse to catch a L in a battle\nCuz yo, I got the jazz and Ill whup a rappers (ass)\nInto little next to nuthin\nTest me if Im frontin\nIm passin flyin colors cuz yo\nI am that brother that can rock\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCome on, Phife\nNo need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)\nYep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs\nI got style, grace and razamatazz\nIm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo\nI add pizazz, now\nMost people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness\nBut now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness\nIm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw\nThe first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw\n\nIll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff\nDont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped\nIm forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite\nTo any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight\nGel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2\nPull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo\nAll my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep\n\nCuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat\nBrothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some\nWanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none\nDont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with\nWhy mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?\nIm a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too?\nBut beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do\nI love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid\nNot really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nCome on\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nCome on\n\nI go ooooh,,,, there they are there\n\nWe've got the jazz\nWe've got the jazz\nWe've got the jazz","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Jazz (We've Got) (Ep)\n duration_ms: 260441\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Rough, rough, rugged\n Tough like a nugget\n Listen to the Abstract Poetic, dont snub it\n The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger\n Dont front on the lyrics or the two cuz its danger\n You like a junkie, youll flip like a monkey\n To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because Im funky\n\n I get down, down like a fly hookers panties\n Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny\n I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly\n Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they rhymes is smelly\n See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return\n Listenin to these lyrics when its hot will make it burn\n Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens\n The skies up above, the one you think of\n Is the highly regarded, hell of the people\n Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal\n\n So if ya wanna do it to yourself\n That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself\n Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it\n Thats your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it\n I refuse to catch a L in a battle\n Cuz yo, I got the jazz and Ill whup a rappers (ass)\n Into little next to nuthin\n Test me if Im frontin\n Im passin flyin colors cuz yo\n I am that brother that can rock\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Come on, Phife\n No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)\n Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs\n I got style, grace and razamatazz\n Im like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo\n I add pizazz, now\n Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness\n But now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness\n Im still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw\n The first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw\n\n Ill mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff\n Dont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped\n Im forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite\n To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight\n Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2\n Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo\n All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep\n\n Cuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat\n Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some\n Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none\n Dont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with\n Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?\n Im a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too?\n But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do\n I love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid\n Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n Come on\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n Come on\n\n I go ooooh,,,, there they are there\n\n We've got the jazz\n We've got the jazz\n We've got the jazz\n"},{"id":17393478,"name":"Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording Instrumental)","trackName":"Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording Instrumental)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got)","duration":259.75068,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nStern firm and young with a laid back tongue\nThe aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\nJust like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\nCaptivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\nDo it for the strong, we do it for the meek\nBoom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\nOr your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\nThe rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\nSo push it along, trails we blaze\nDon't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\nThe tranquility will make ya unball your fist\nFor we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\nA brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\nSo low key that ya probably missed it\nAnd yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\nWhen the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\nSo raise up squire, address your attire\nWe have no time to wallow in the mire\nIf you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\nJoin in the essence of the cool out breed\n\nThen cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\nWith the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\nLike getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\nOr staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\nI don't really mind if it's over your head\n'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\nSo pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\nAnd after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' me come straightway\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\nHow's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\nAll through the years, my mic has been my best friend\nI know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\nSome even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\nI'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\nTryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\nMe sweat another? I do my own thing\nStrictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\nI grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\nCollect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\nI sing and chat, I do all of that\nIt's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\nI take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\nBut the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\nI got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\nStop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\nSo jet to the store and buy the LP\nOn Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\nProduced and arranged by the four man crew\nAnd oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\nMake sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\nSo the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\nAnd everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\nSo peace to that crew and peace to this crew\nBring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\nHey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\nPlease, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\nBack and forth just like a Cameo song\nIf you dig this joint then please come dance along\nTo the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\nNow I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\nThe jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\nIt's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\nIn the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\nSome say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\nAnd sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\nIf this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n\"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\nAll my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\nNow all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\nAnd all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\nThat includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\nNow to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\nI say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\nAnd to the JB's, ya don't stop\nAnd De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\nTo my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\nAnd to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\nTo my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\nPete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\nEverybody in the place, ya don't stop\nYa keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\nAnd last but not least on the sure shot\nIt's the Zulu nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording Instrumental)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Jazz (We've Got)\n duration_ms: 259751\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue\n The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\n Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\n Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\n Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek\n Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\n Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\n The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\n So push it along, trails we blaze\n Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\n The tranquility will make ya unball your fist\n For we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\n A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\n So low key that ya probably missed it\n And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\n When the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\n So raise up squire, address your attire\n We have no time to wallow in the mire\n If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\n Join in the essence of the cool out breed\n\n Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\n With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\n Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\n Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\n I don't really mind if it's over your head\n 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\n So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\n And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' me come straightway\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\n How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\n All through the years, my mic has been my best friend\n I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\n Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\n I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\n Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\n Me sweat another? I do my own thing\n Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\n I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\n Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\n I sing and chat, I do all of that\n It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\n I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\n But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\n I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\n Stop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\n So jet to the store and buy the LP\n On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\n Produced and arranged by the four man crew\n And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\n Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\n So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n 'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\n And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\n So peace to that crew and peace to this crew\n Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\n Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\n Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\n Back and forth just like a Cameo song\n If you dig this joint then please come dance along\n To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\n Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\n The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n 'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\n It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\n In the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\n Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\n And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\n If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n \"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\n All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\n Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\n And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\n That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\n Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\n I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\n And to the JB's, ya don't stop\n And De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\n To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\n And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\n To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\n Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\n Everybody in the place, ya don't stop\n Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\n And last but not least on the sure shot\n It's the Zulu nation\n"},{"id":16713160,"name":"Jazz (We've Got) (re-recording radio)","trackName":"Jazz (We've Got) (re-recording radio)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got)","duration":261.626667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nStern firm and young with a laid back tongue\nThe aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\nJust like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\nCaptivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\nDo it for the strong, we do it for the meek\nBoom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\nOr your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\nThe rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\nSo push it along, trails we blaze\nDon't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\nThe tranquility will make ya unball your fist\nFor we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\nA brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\nSo low key that ya probably missed it\nAnd yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\nWhen the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\nSo raise up squire, address your attire\nWe have no time to wallow in the mire\nIf you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\nJoin in the essence of the cool out breed\n\nThen cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\nWith the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\nLike getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\nOr staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\nI don't really mind if it's over your head\n'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\nSo pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\nAnd after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' me come straightway\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\nHow's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\nAll through the years, my mic has been my best friend\nI know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\nSome even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\nI'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\nTryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\nMe sweat another? I do my own thing\nStrictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\nI grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\nCollect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\nI sing and chat, I do all of that\nIt's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\nI take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\nBut the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\nI got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\nStop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\nSo jet to the store and buy the LP\nOn Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\nProduced and arranged by the four man crew\nAnd oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\nMake sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\nSo the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\nAnd everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\nSo peace to that crew and peace to this crew\nBring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\nHey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\nPlease, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\nBack and forth just like a Cameo song\nIf you dig this joint then please come dance along\nTo the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\nNow I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\nThe jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\nIt's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\nIn the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\nSome say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\nAnd sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\nIf this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n\"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\nAll my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\nNow all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\nAnd all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\nThat includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\nNow to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\nI say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\nAnd to the JB's, ya don't stop\nAnd De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\nTo my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\nAnd to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\nTo my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\nPete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\nEverybody in the place, ya don't stop\nYa keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\nAnd last but not least on the sure shot\nIt's the Zulu nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We've Got) (re-recording radio)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Jazz (We've Got)\n duration_ms: 261627\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue\n The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\n Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\n Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\n Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek\n Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\n Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\n The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\n So push it along, trails we blaze\n Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\n The tranquility will make ya unball your fist\n For we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\n A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\n So low key that ya probably missed it\n And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\n When the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\n So raise up squire, address your attire\n We have no time to wallow in the mire\n If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\n Join in the essence of the cool out breed\n\n Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\n With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\n Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\n Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\n I don't really mind if it's over your head\n 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\n So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\n And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' me come straightway\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\n How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\n All through the years, my mic has been my best friend\n I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\n Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\n I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\n Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\n Me sweat another? I do my own thing\n Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\n I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\n Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\n I sing and chat, I do all of that\n It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\n I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\n But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\n I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\n Stop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\n So jet to the store and buy the LP\n On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\n Produced and arranged by the four man crew\n And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\n Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\n So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n 'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\n And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\n So peace to that crew and peace to this crew\n Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\n Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\n Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\n Back and forth just like a Cameo song\n If you dig this joint then please come dance along\n To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\n Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\n The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n 'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\n It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\n In the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\n Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\n And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\n If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n \"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\n All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\n Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\n And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\n That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\n Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\n I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\n And to the JB's, ya don't stop\n And De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\n To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\n And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\n To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\n Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\n Everybody in the place, ya don't stop\n Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\n And last but not least on the sure shot\n It's the Zulu nation\n"},{"id":16711413,"name":"Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording Radio)","trackName":"Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording Radio)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got)","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nStern firm and young with a laid back tongue\nThe aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\nJust like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\nCaptivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\nDo it for the strong, we do it for the meek\nBoom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\nOr your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\nThe rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\nSo push it along, trails we blaze\nDon't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\nThe tranquility will make ya unball your fist\nFor we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\nA brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\nSo low key that ya probably missed it\nAnd yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\nWhen the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\nSo raise up squire, address your attire\nWe have no time to wallow in the mire\nIf you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\nJoin in the essence of the cool out breed\n\nThen cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\nWith the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\nLike getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\nOr staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\nI don't really mind if it's over your head\n'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\nSo pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\nAnd after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' me come straightway\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\nHow's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\nAll through the years, my mic has been my best friend\nI know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\nSome even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\nI'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\nTryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\nMe sweat another? I do my own thing\nStrictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\nI grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\nCollect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\nI sing and chat, I do all of that\nIt's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\nI take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\nBut the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\nI got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\nStop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\nSo jet to the store and buy the LP\nOn Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\nProduced and arranged by the four man crew\nAnd oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\nMake sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\nSo the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\nAnd everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\nSo peace to that crew and peace to this crew\nBring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\nHey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\nPlease, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\nBack and forth just like a Cameo song\nIf you dig this joint then please come dance along\nTo the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\nNow I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\nThe jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\nIt's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\nIn the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\nSome say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\nAnd sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\nIf this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n\"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\nAll my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\nNow all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\nAnd all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\nThat includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\nNow to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\nI say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\nAnd to the JB's, ya don't stop\nAnd De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\nTo my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\nAnd to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\nTo my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\nPete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\nEverybody in the place, ya don't stop\nYa keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\nAnd last but not least on the sure shot\nIt's the Zulu nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording Radio)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Jazz (We've Got)\n duration_ms: 260000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue\n The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\n Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\n Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\n Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek\n Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\n Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\n The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\n So push it along, trails we blaze\n Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\n The tranquility will make ya unball your fist\n For we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\n A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\n So low key that ya probably missed it\n And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\n When the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\n So raise up squire, address your attire\n We have no time to wallow in the mire\n If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\n Join in the essence of the cool out breed\n\n Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\n With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\n Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\n Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\n I don't really mind if it's over your head\n 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\n So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\n And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' me come straightway\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\n How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\n All through the years, my mic has been my best friend\n I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\n Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\n I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\n Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\n Me sweat another? I do my own thing\n Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\n I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\n Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\n I sing and chat, I do all of that\n It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\n I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\n But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\n I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\n Stop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\n So jet to the store and buy the LP\n On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\n Produced and arranged by the four man crew\n And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\n Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\n So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n 'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\n And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\n So peace to that crew and peace to this crew\n Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\n Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\n Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\n Back and forth just like a Cameo song\n If you dig this joint then please come dance along\n To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\n Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\n The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n 'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\n It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\n In the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\n Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\n And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\n If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n \"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\n All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\n Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\n And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\n That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\n Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\n I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\n And to the JB's, ya don't stop\n And De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\n To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\n And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\n To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\n Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\n Everybody in the place, ya don't stop\n Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\n And last but not least on the sure shot\n It's the Zulu nation\n"},{"id":11653216,"name":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Radio)","trackName":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Radio)","artistName":"Tribe Called Quest, A","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got)","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nStern firm and young with a laid back tongue\nThe aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\nJust like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\nCaptivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\nDo it for the strong, we do it for the meek\nBoom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\nOr your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\nThe rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\nSo push it along, trails we blaze\nDon't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\nThe tranquility will make ya unball your fist\nFor we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\nA brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\nSo low key that ya probably missed it\nAnd yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\nWhen the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\nSo raise up squire, address your attire\nWe have no time to wallow in the mire\nIf you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\nJoin in the essence of the cool out breed\n\nThen cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\nWith the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\nLike getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\nOr staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\nI don't really mind if it's over your head\n'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\nSo pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\nAnd after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' me come straightway\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\nHow's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\nAll through the years, my mic has been my best friend\nI know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\nSome even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\nI'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\nTryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\nMe sweat another? I do my own thing\nStrictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\nI grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\nCollect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\nI sing and chat, I do all of that\nIt's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\nI take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\nBut the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\nI got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\nStop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\nSo jet to the store and buy the LP\nOn Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\nProduced and arranged by the four man crew\nAnd oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\nMake sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\nSo the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\nAnd everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\nSo peace to that crew and peace to this crew\nBring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\nHey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\nPlease, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\nBack and forth just like a Cameo song\nIf you dig this joint then please come dance along\nTo the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\nNow I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\nThe jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\nIt's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\nIn the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\nSome say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\nAnd sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\nIf this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n\"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\nAll my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\nNow all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\nAnd all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\nThat includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\nNow to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\nI say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\nAnd to the JB's, ya don't stop\nAnd De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\nTo my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\nAnd to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\nTo my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\nPete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\nEverybody in the place, ya don't stop\nYa keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\nAnd last but not least on the sure shot\nIt's the Zulu nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Radio)\n artist: Tribe Called Quest, A\n album: Jazz (We've Got)\n duration_ms: 260000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue\n The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\n Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\n Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\n Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek\n Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\n Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\n The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\n So push it along, trails we blaze\n Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\n The tranquility will make ya unball your fist\n For we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\n A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\n So low key that ya probably missed it\n And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\n When the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\n So raise up squire, address your attire\n We have no time to wallow in the mire\n If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\n Join in the essence of the cool out breed\n\n Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\n With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\n Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\n Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\n I don't really mind if it's over your head\n 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\n So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\n And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' me come straightway\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\n How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\n All through the years, my mic has been my best friend\n I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\n Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\n I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\n Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\n Me sweat another? I do my own thing\n Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\n I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\n Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\n I sing and chat, I do all of that\n It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\n I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\n But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\n I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\n Stop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\n So jet to the store and buy the LP\n On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\n Produced and arranged by the four man crew\n And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\n Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\n So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n 'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\n And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\n So peace to that crew and peace to this crew\n Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\n Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\n Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\n Back and forth just like a Cameo song\n If you dig this joint then please come dance along\n To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\n Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\n The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n 'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\n It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\n In the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\n Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\n And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\n If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n \"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\n All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\n Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\n And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\n That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\n Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\n I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\n And to the JB's, ya don't stop\n And De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\n To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\n And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\n To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\n Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\n Everybody in the place, ya don't stop\n Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\n And last but not least on the sure shot\n It's the Zulu nation\n"},{"id":12503028,"name":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Radio)","trackName":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Radio)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got)","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nStern firm and young with a laid back tongue\nThe aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\nJust like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\nCaptivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\nDo it for the strong, we do it for the meek\nBoom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\nOr your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\nThe rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\nSo push it along, trails we blaze\nDon't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\nThe tranquility will make ya unball your fist\nFor we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\nA brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\nSo low key that ya probably missed it\nAnd yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\nWhen the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\nSo raise up squire, address your attire\nWe have no time to wallow in the mire\nIf you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\nJoin in the essence of the cool out breed\n\nThen cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\nWith the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\nLike getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\nOr staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\nI don't really mind if it's over your head\n'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\nSo pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\nAnd after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' me come straightway\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\nHow's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\nAll through the years, my mic has been my best friend\nI know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\nSome even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\nI'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\nTryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\nMe sweat another? I do my own thing\nStrictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\nI grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\nCollect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\nI sing and chat, I do all of that\nIt's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\nI take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\nBut the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\nI got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\nStop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\nSo jet to the store and buy the LP\nOn Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\nProduced and arranged by the four man crew\nAnd oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\nMake sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\nSo the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\nAnd everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\nSo peace to that crew and peace to this crew\nBring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\nHey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\nPlease, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\nBack and forth just like a Cameo song\nIf you dig this joint then please come dance along\nTo the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\nNow I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\nThe jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\nIt's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\nIn the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\nSome say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\nAnd sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\nIf this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n\"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\nAll my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\nNow all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\nAnd all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\nThat includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\nNow to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\nI say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\nAnd to the JB's, ya don't stop\nAnd De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\nTo my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\nAnd to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\nTo my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\nPete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\nEverybody in the place, ya don't stop\nYa keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\nAnd last but not least on the sure shot\nIt's the Zulu nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Radio)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Jazz (We've Got)\n duration_ms: 259000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue\n The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\n Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\n Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\n Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek\n Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\n Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\n The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\n So push it along, trails we blaze\n Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\n The tranquility will make ya unball your fist\n For we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\n A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\n So low key that ya probably missed it\n And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\n When the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\n So raise up squire, address your attire\n We have no time to wallow in the mire\n If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\n Join in the essence of the cool out breed\n\n Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\n With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\n Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\n Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\n I don't really mind if it's over your head\n 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\n So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\n And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' me come straightway\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\n How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\n All through the years, my mic has been my best friend\n I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\n Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\n I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\n Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\n Me sweat another? I do my own thing\n Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\n I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\n Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\n I sing and chat, I do all of that\n It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\n I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\n But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\n I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\n Stop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\n So jet to the store and buy the LP\n On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\n Produced and arranged by the four man crew\n And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\n Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\n So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n 'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\n And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\n So peace to that crew and peace to this crew\n Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\n Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\n Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\n Back and forth just like a Cameo song\n If you dig this joint then please come dance along\n To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\n Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\n The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n 'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\n It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\n In the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\n Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\n And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\n If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n \"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\n All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\n Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\n And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\n That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\n Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\n I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\n And to the JB's, ya don't stop\n And De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\n To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\n And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\n To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\n Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\n Everybody in the place, ya don't stop\n Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\n And last but not least on the sure shot\n It's the Zulu nation\n"},{"id":9728368,"name":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Instrumental)","trackName":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Instrumental)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got)","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nStern firm and young with a laid back tongue\nThe aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\nJust like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\nCaptivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\nDo it for the strong, we do it for the meek\nBoom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\nOr your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\nThe rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\nSo push it along, trails we blaze\nDon't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\nThe tranquility will make ya unball your fist\nFor we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\nA brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\nSo low key that ya probably missed it\nAnd yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\nWhen the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\nSo raise up squire, address your attire\nWe have no time to wallow in the mire\nIf you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\nJoin in the essence of the cool out breed\n\nThen cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\nWith the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\nLike getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\nOr staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\nI don't really mind if it's over your head\n'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\nSo pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\nAnd after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' me come straightway\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\nHow's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\nAll through the years, my mic has been my best friend\nI know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\nSome even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\nI'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\nTryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\nMe sweat another? I do my own thing\nStrictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\nI grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\nCollect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\nI sing and chat, I do all of that\nIt's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\nI take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\nBut the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\nI got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\nStop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\nSo jet to the store and buy the LP\nOn Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\nProduced and arranged by the four man crew\nAnd oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\nMake sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\nSo the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\nAnd everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\nSo peace to that crew and peace to this crew\nBring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\nHey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\nPlease, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\nBack and forth just like a Cameo song\nIf you dig this joint then please come dance along\nTo the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\nNow I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\nThe jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\nIt's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\nIn the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\nSome say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\nAnd sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\nIf this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n\"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\nAll my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\nNow all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\nAnd all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\nThat includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\nNow to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\nI say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\nAnd to the JB's, ya don't stop\nAnd De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\nTo my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\nAnd to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\nTo my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\nPete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\nEverybody in the place, ya don't stop\nYa keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\nAnd last but not least on the sure shot\nIt's the Zulu nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Instrumental)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Jazz (We've Got)\n duration_ms: 260000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue\n The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\n Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\n Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\n Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek\n Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\n Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\n The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\n So push it along, trails we blaze\n Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\n The tranquility will make ya unball your fist\n For we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\n A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\n So low key that ya probably missed it\n And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\n When the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\n So raise up squire, address your attire\n We have no time to wallow in the mire\n If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\n Join in the essence of the cool out breed\n\n Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\n With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\n Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\n Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\n I don't really mind if it's over your head\n 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\n So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\n And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' me come straightway\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\n How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\n All through the years, my mic has been my best friend\n I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\n Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\n I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\n Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\n Me sweat another? I do my own thing\n Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\n I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\n Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\n I sing and chat, I do all of that\n It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\n I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\n But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\n I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\n Stop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\n So jet to the store and buy the LP\n On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\n Produced and arranged by the four man crew\n And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\n Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\n So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n 'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\n And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\n So peace to that crew and peace to this crew\n Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\n Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\n Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\n Back and forth just like a Cameo song\n If you dig this joint then please come dance along\n To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\n Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\n The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n 'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\n It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\n In the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\n Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\n And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\n If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n \"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\n All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\n Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\n And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\n That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\n Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\n I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\n And to the JB's, ya don't stop\n And De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\n To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\n And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\n To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\n Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\n Everybody in the place, ya don't stop\n Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\n And last but not least on the sure shot\n It's the Zulu nation\n"},{"id":9728369,"name":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Instrumental)","trackName":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Instrumental)","artistName":"Tribe Called Quest, A","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got)","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nStern firm and young with a laid back tongue\nThe aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\nJust like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\nCaptivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\nDo it for the strong, we do it for the meek\nBoom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\nOr your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\nThe rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\nSo push it along, trails we blaze\nDon't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\nThe tranquility will make ya unball your fist\nFor we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\nA brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\nSo low key that ya probably missed it\nAnd yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\nWhen the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\nSo raise up squire, address your attire\nWe have no time to wallow in the mire\nIf you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\nJoin in the essence of the cool out breed\n\nThen cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\nWith the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\nLike getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\nOr staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\nI don't really mind if it's over your head\n'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\nSo pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\nAnd after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' me come straightway\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\nHow's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\nAll through the years, my mic has been my best friend\nI know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\nSome even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\nI'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\nTryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\nMe sweat another? I do my own thing\nStrictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\nI grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\nCollect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\nI sing and chat, I do all of that\nIt's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\nI take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\nBut the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\nI got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\nStop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\nSo jet to the store and buy the LP\nOn Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\nProduced and arranged by the four man crew\nAnd oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\nMake sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\nSo the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\nAnd everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\nSo peace to that crew and peace to this crew\nBring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\nHey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\nPlease, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\nBack and forth just like a Cameo song\nIf you dig this joint then please come dance along\nTo the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\nNow I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\nThe jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\nIt's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\nIn the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\nSome say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\nAnd sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\nIf this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n\"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\nAll my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\nNow all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\nAnd all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\nThat includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\nNow to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\nI say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\nAnd to the JB's, ya don't stop\nAnd De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\nTo my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\nAnd to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\nTo my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\nPete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\nEverybody in the place, ya don't stop\nYa keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\nAnd last but not least on the sure shot\nIt's the Zulu nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Instrumental)\n artist: Tribe Called Quest, A\n album: Jazz (We've Got)\n duration_ms: 260000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue\n The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\n Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\n Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\n Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek\n Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\n Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\n The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\n So push it along, trails we blaze\n Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\n The tranquility will make ya unball your fist\n For we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\n A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\n So low key that ya probably missed it\n And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\n When the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\n So raise up squire, address your attire\n We have no time to wallow in the mire\n If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\n Join in the essence of the cool out breed\n\n Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\n With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\n Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\n Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\n I don't really mind if it's over your head\n 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\n So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\n And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' me come straightway\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\n How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\n All through the years, my mic has been my best friend\n I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\n Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\n I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\n Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\n Me sweat another? I do my own thing\n Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\n I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\n Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\n I sing and chat, I do all of that\n It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\n I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\n But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\n I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\n Stop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\n So jet to the store and buy the LP\n On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\n Produced and arranged by the four man crew\n And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\n Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\n So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n 'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\n And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\n So peace to that crew and peace to this crew\n Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\n Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\n Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\n Back and forth just like a Cameo song\n If you dig this joint then please come dance along\n To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\n Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\n The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n 'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\n It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\n In the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\n Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\n And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\n If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n \"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\n All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\n Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\n And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\n That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\n Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\n I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\n And to the JB's, ya don't stop\n And De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\n To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\n And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\n To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\n Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\n Everybody in the place, ya don't stop\n Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\n And last but not least on the sure shot\n It's the Zulu nation\n"},{"id":9647509,"name":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (re‐recording radio)","trackName":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (re‐recording radio)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got)","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nStern firm and young with a laid back tongue\nThe aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\nJust like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\nCaptivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\nDo it for the strong, we do it for the meek\nBoom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\nOr your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\nThe rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\nSo push it along, trails we blaze\nDon't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\nThe tranquility will make ya unball your fist\nFor we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\nA brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\nSo low key that ya probably missed it\nAnd yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\nWhen the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\nSo raise up squire, address your attire\nWe have no time to wallow in the mire\nIf you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\nJoin in the essence of the cool out breed\n\nThen cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\nWith the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\nLike getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\nOr staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\nI don't really mind if it's over your head\n'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\nSo pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\nAnd after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' me come straightway\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\nHow's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\nAll through the years, my mic has been my best friend\nI know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\nSome even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\nI'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\nTryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\nMe sweat another? I do my own thing\nStrictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\nI grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\nCollect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\nI sing and chat, I do all of that\nIt's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\nI take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\nBut the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\nI got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\nStop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\nSo jet to the store and buy the LP\nOn Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\nProduced and arranged by the four man crew\nAnd oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\nMake sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\nSo the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\nAnd everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\nSo peace to that crew and peace to this crew\nBring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\nHey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\nPlease, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\nBack and forth just like a Cameo song\nIf you dig this joint then please come dance along\nTo the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\nNow I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\nThe jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\nIt's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\nIn the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\nSome say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\nAnd sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\nIf this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n\"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\nAll my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\nNow all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\nAnd all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\nThat includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\nNow to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\nI say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\nAnd to the JB's, ya don't stop\nAnd De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\nTo my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\nAnd to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\nTo my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\nPete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\nEverybody in the place, ya don't stop\nYa keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\nAnd last but not least on the sure shot\nIt's the Zulu nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We’ve Got) (re‐recording radio)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Jazz (We've Got)\n duration_ms: 262000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue\n The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\n Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\n Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\n Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek\n Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\n Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\n The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\n So push it along, trails we blaze\n Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\n The tranquility will make ya unball your fist\n For we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\n A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\n So low key that ya probably missed it\n And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\n When the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\n So raise up squire, address your attire\n We have no time to wallow in the mire\n If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\n Join in the essence of the cool out breed\n\n Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\n With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\n Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\n Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\n I don't really mind if it's over your head\n 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\n So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\n And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' me come straightway\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\n How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\n All through the years, my mic has been my best friend\n I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\n Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\n I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\n Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\n Me sweat another? I do my own thing\n Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\n I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\n Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\n I sing and chat, I do all of that\n It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\n I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\n But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\n I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\n Stop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\n So jet to the store and buy the LP\n On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\n Produced and arranged by the four man crew\n And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\n Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\n So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n 'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\n And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\n So peace to that crew and peace to this crew\n Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\n Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\n Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\n Back and forth just like a Cameo song\n If you dig this joint then please come dance along\n To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\n Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\n The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n 'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\n It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\n In the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\n Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\n And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\n If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n \"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\n All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\n Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\n And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\n That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\n Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\n I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\n And to the JB's, ya don't stop\n And De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\n To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\n And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\n To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\n Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\n Everybody in the place, ya don't stop\n Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\n And last but not least on the sure shot\n It's the Zulu nation\n"},{"id":36143333,"name":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Instrumental)","trackName":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Instrumental)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got)","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nStern firm and young with a laid back tongue\nThe aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\nJust like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\nCaptivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\nDo it for the strong, we do it for the meek\nBoom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\nOr your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\nThe rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\nSo push it along, trails we blaze\nDon't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\nThe tranquility will make ya unball your fist\nFor we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\nA brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\nSo low key that ya probably missed it\nAnd yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\nWhen the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\nSo raise up squire, address your attire\nWe have no time to wallow in the mire\nIf you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\nJoin in the essence of the cool out breed\n\nThen cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\nWith the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\nLike getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\nOr staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\nI don't really mind if it's over your head\n'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\nSo pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\nAnd after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' me come straightway\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\nHow's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\nAll through the years, my mic has been my best friend\nI know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\nSome even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\nI'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\nTryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\nMe sweat another? I do my own thing\nStrictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\nI grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\nCollect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\nI sing and chat, I do all of that\nIt's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\nI take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\nBut the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\nI got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\nStop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\nSo jet to the store and buy the LP\nOn Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\nProduced and arranged by the four man crew\nAnd oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\nMake sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\nSo the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\nAnd everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\nSo peace to that crew and peace to this crew\nBring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\nHey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\nPlease, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\nBack and forth just like a Cameo song\nIf you dig this joint then please come dance along\nTo the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\nNow I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\nThe jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\nIt's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\nIn the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\nSome say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\nAnd sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\nIf this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n\"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\nAll my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\nNow all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\nAnd all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\nThat includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\nNow to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\nI say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\nAnd to the JB's, ya don't stop\nAnd De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\nTo my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\nAnd to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\nTo my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\nPete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\nEverybody in the place, ya don't stop\nYa keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\nAnd last but not least on the sure shot\nIt's the Zulu nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We’ve Got) (Re‐Recording Instrumental)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Jazz (We've Got)\n duration_ms: 252000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue\n The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\n Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\n Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\n Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek\n Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\n Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\n The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\n So push it along, trails we blaze\n Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\n The tranquility will make ya unball your fist\n For we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\n A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\n So low key that ya probably missed it\n And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\n When the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\n So raise up squire, address your attire\n We have no time to wallow in the mire\n If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\n Join in the essence of the cool out breed\n\n Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\n With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\n Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\n Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\n I don't really mind if it's over your head\n 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\n So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\n And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' me come straightway\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\n How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\n All through the years, my mic has been my best friend\n I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\n Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\n I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\n Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\n Me sweat another? I do my own thing\n Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\n I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\n Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\n I sing and chat, I do all of that\n It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\n I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\n But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\n I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\n Stop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\n So jet to the store and buy the LP\n On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\n Produced and arranged by the four man crew\n And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\n Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\n So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n 'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\n And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\n So peace to that crew and peace to this crew\n Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\n Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\n Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\n Back and forth just like a Cameo song\n If you dig this joint then please come dance along\n To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\n Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\n The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n 'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\n It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\n In the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\n Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\n And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\n If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n \"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\n All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\n Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\n And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\n That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\n Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\n I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\n And to the JB's, ya don't stop\n And De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\n To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\n And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\n To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\n Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\n Everybody in the place, ya don't stop\n Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\n And last but not least on the sure shot\n It's the Zulu nation\n"},{"id":16306121,"name":"Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording)","trackName":"Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got) [CD-Single]","duration":258.866667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Rough, rough, rugged\nTough like a nugget\nListen to the Abstract Poetic, dont snub it\nThe Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger\nDont front on the lyrics or the two cuz its danger\nyou like a junkie, youll flip like a monkey\nTo the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because Im funky\n\nI get down, down like a fly hookers panties\nMake you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny\nI be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly\nUpset when I rock, cuz yo, they rhymes is smelly\nSee, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return\nListenin to these lyrics when its hot will make it burn\nBaby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens\nThe skies up above, the one you think of\nIs the highly regarded, hell of the people\nYour mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal\n\nSo if ya wanna do it to yourself\nThat is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself\nCuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it\nThats your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it\nI refuse to catch a L in a battle\nCuz yo, I got the jazz and Ill whup a rappers (ass)\nInto little next to nuthin\nTest me if Im frontin\nIm passin flyin colors cuz yo\nI am that brother that can rock\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCome on, Phife\nNo need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)\nYep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs\nI got style, grace and razamatazz\nIm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo\nI add pizazz, now\nMost people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness\nBut now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness\nIm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw\nThe first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw\n\nIll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff\nDont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped\nIm forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite\nTo any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight\nGel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2\nPull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo\nAll my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep\n\nCuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat\nBrothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some\nWanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none\nDont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with\nWhy mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?\nIm a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too?\nBut beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do\nI love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid\nNot really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nCome on\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nCome on\n\nI go ooooh,,,, there they are there\n\nWe've got the jazz\nWe've got the jazz\nWe've got the jazz","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Jazz (We've Got) [CD-Single]\n duration_ms: 258867\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Rough, rough, rugged\n Tough like a nugget\n Listen to the Abstract Poetic, dont snub it\n The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger\n Dont front on the lyrics or the two cuz its danger\n you like a junkie, youll flip like a monkey\n To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because Im funky\n\n I get down, down like a fly hookers panties\n Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny\n I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly\n Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they rhymes is smelly\n See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return\n Listenin to these lyrics when its hot will make it burn\n Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens\n The skies up above, the one you think of\n Is the highly regarded, hell of the people\n Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal\n\n So if ya wanna do it to yourself\n That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself\n Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it\n Thats your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it\n I refuse to catch a L in a battle\n Cuz yo, I got the jazz and Ill whup a rappers (ass)\n Into little next to nuthin\n Test me if Im frontin\n Im passin flyin colors cuz yo\n I am that brother that can rock\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Come on, Phife\n No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)\n Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs\n I got style, grace and razamatazz\n Im like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo\n I add pizazz, now\n Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness\n But now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness\n Im still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw\n The first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw\n\n Ill mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff\n Dont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped\n Im forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite\n To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight\n Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2\n Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo\n All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep\n\n Cuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat\n Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some\n Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none\n Dont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with\n Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?\n Im a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too?\n But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do\n I love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid\n Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n Come on\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n Come on\n\n I go ooooh,,,, there they are there\n\n We've got the jazz\n We've got the jazz\n We've got the jazz\n"},{"id":4707023,"name":"Jazz (We've Got) [Re-Recording Radio]","trackName":"Jazz (We've Got) [Re-Recording Radio]","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got) - EP","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nStern firm and young with a laid back tongue\nThe aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\nJust like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\nCaptivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\nDo it for the strong, we do it for the meek\nBoom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\nOr your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\nThe rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\nSo push it along, trails we blaze\nDon't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\nThe tranquility will make ya unball your fist\nFor we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\nA brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\nSo low key that ya probably missed it\nAnd yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\nWhen the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\nSo raise up squire, address your attire\nWe have no time to wallow in the mire\nIf you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\nJoin in the essence of the cool out breed\n\nThen cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\nWith the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\nLike getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\nOr staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\nI don't really mind if it's over your head\n'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\nSo pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\nAnd after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' me come straightway\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\nHow's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\nAll through the years, my mic has been my best friend\nI know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\nSome even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\nI'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\nTryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\nMe sweat another? I do my own thing\nStrictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\nI grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\nCollect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\nI sing and chat, I do all of that\nIt's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\nI take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\nBut the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\nI got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\nStop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\nSo jet to the store and buy the LP\nOn Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\nProduced and arranged by the four man crew\nAnd oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\nMake sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\nSo the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\nAnd everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\nSo peace to that crew and peace to this crew\nBring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\nHey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\nPlease, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\nBack and forth just like a Cameo song\nIf you dig this joint then please come dance along\nTo the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\nNow I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\nThe jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\nIt's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\nIn the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\nSome say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\nAnd sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\nIf this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n\"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\nAll my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\nNow all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\nAnd all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\nThat includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\nNow to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\nI say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\nAnd to the JB's, ya don't stop\nAnd De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\nTo my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\nAnd to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\nTo my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\nPete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\nEverybody in the place, ya don't stop\nYa keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\nAnd last but not least on the sure shot\nIt's the Zulu nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We've Got) [Re-Recording Radio]\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Jazz (We've Got) - EP\n duration_ms: 260000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue\n The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\n Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\n Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\n Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek\n Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\n Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\n The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\n So push it along, trails we blaze\n Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\n The tranquility will make ya unball your fist\n For we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\n A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\n So low key that ya probably missed it\n And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\n When the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\n So raise up squire, address your attire\n We have no time to wallow in the mire\n If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\n Join in the essence of the cool out breed\n\n Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\n With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\n Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\n Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\n I don't really mind if it's over your head\n 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\n So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\n And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' me come straightway\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\n How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\n All through the years, my mic has been my best friend\n I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\n Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\n I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\n Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\n Me sweat another? I do my own thing\n Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\n I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\n Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\n I sing and chat, I do all of that\n It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\n I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\n But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\n I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\n Stop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\n So jet to the store and buy the LP\n On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\n Produced and arranged by the four man crew\n And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\n Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\n So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n 'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\n And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\n So peace to that crew and peace to this crew\n Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\n Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\n Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\n Back and forth just like a Cameo song\n If you dig this joint then please come dance along\n To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\n Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\n The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n 'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\n It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\n In the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\n Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\n And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\n If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n \"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\n All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\n Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\n And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\n That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\n Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\n I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\n And to the JB's, ya don't stop\n And De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\n To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\n And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\n To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\n Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\n Everybody in the place, ya don't stop\n Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\n And last but not least on the sure shot\n It's the Zulu nation\n"},{"id":13748503,"name":"Jazz (We've Got) [Re-Recording Instrumental]","trackName":"Jazz (We've Got) [Re-Recording Instrumental]","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got) - EP","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nStern firm and young with a laid back tongue\nThe aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\nJust like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\nCaptivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\nDo it for the strong, we do it for the meek\nBoom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\nOr your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\nThe rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\nSo push it along, trails we blaze\nDon't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\nThe tranquility will make ya unball your fist\nFor we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\nA brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\nSo low key that ya probably missed it\nAnd yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\nWhen the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\nSo raise up squire, address your attire\nWe have no time to wallow in the mire\nIf you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\nJoin in the essence of the cool out breed\n\nThen cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\nWith the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\nLike getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\nOr staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\nI don't really mind if it's over your head\n'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\nSo pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\nAnd after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' me come straightway\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\nHow's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\nAll through the years, my mic has been my best friend\nI know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\nSome even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\nI'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\nTryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\nMe sweat another? I do my own thing\nStrictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\nI grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\nCollect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\nI sing and chat, I do all of that\nIt's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\nI take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\nBut the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\nI got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\nStop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\nSo jet to the store and buy the LP\nOn Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\nProduced and arranged by the four man crew\nAnd oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\nMake sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\nSo the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\nAnd everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\nSo peace to that crew and peace to this crew\nBring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\nHey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\nPlease, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\nBack and forth just like a Cameo song\nIf you dig this joint then please come dance along\nTo the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\nNow I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\nThe jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\nIt's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\nIn the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\nSome say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\nAnd sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\nIf this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n\"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\nAll my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\nNow all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\nAnd all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\nThat includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\nNow to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\nI say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\nAnd to the JB's, ya don't stop\nAnd De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\nTo my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\nAnd to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\nTo my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\nPete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\nEverybody in the place, ya don't stop\nYa keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\nAnd last but not least on the sure shot\nIt's the Zulu nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We've Got) [Re-Recording Instrumental]\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Jazz (We've Got) - EP\n duration_ms: 260000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue\n The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\n Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\n Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\n Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek\n Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\n Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\n The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\n So push it along, trails we blaze\n Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\n The tranquility will make ya unball your fist\n For we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\n A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\n So low key that ya probably missed it\n And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\n When the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\n So raise up squire, address your attire\n We have no time to wallow in the mire\n If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\n Join in the essence of the cool out breed\n\n Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\n With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\n Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\n Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\n I don't really mind if it's over your head\n 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\n So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\n And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' me come straightway\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\n How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\n All through the years, my mic has been my best friend\n I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\n Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\n I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\n Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\n Me sweat another? I do my own thing\n Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\n I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\n Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\n I sing and chat, I do all of that\n It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\n I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\n But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\n I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\n Stop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\n So jet to the store and buy the LP\n On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\n Produced and arranged by the four man crew\n And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\n Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\n So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n 'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\n And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\n So peace to that crew and peace to this crew\n Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\n Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\n Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\n Back and forth just like a Cameo song\n If you dig this joint then please come dance along\n To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\n Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\n The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n 'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\n It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\n In the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\n Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\n And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\n If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n \"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\n All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\n Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\n And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\n That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\n Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\n I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\n And to the JB's, ya don't stop\n And De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\n To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\n And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\n To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\n Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\n Everybody in the place, ya don't stop\n Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\n And last but not least on the sure shot\n It's the Zulu nation\n"},{"id":16413194,"name":"Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording Radio)","trackName":"Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording Radio)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Jazz (We've Got) [CD-Single]","duration":261.626667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nStern firm and young with a laid back tongue\nThe aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\nJust like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\nCaptivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\nDo it for the strong, we do it for the meek\nBoom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\nOr your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\nThe rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\nSo push it along, trails we blaze\nDon't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\nThe tranquility will make ya unball your fist\nFor we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\nA brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\nSo low key that ya probably missed it\nAnd yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\nWhen the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\nSo raise up squire, address your attire\nWe have no time to wallow in the mire\nIf you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\nJoin in the essence of the cool out breed\n\nThen cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\nWith the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\nLike getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\nOr staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\nI don't really mind if it's over your head\n'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\nSo pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\nAnd after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' me come straightway\nCompetition, dem Phifer come sideway\nBut competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\nHow's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\nAll through the years, my mic has been my best friend\nI know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\nSome even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\nI'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\nTryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\nMe sweat another? I do my own thing\nStrictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\nI grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\nCollect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\nI sing and chat, I do all of that\nIt's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\nI take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\nBut the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\nI got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\nStop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\nSo jet to the store and buy the LP\nOn Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\nProduced and arranged by the four man crew\nAnd oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\nMake sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\nSo the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\nAnd everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\nSo peace to that crew and peace to this crew\nBring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\nHey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\nPlease, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\nBack and forth just like a Cameo song\nIf you dig this joint then please come dance along\nTo the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\nNow I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\nThe jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\nIt's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\nIn the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\nSome say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\nAnd sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\nIf this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n\"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\nAll my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\nNow all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\nAnd all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\nThat includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\nNow to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\nI say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\nAnd to the JB's, ya don't stop\nAnd De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\nTo my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\nAnd to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\nTo my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\nPete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\nEverybody in the place, ya don't stop\nYa keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\nAnd last but not least on the sure shot\nIt's the Zulu nation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We've Got) (Re-Recording Radio)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Jazz (We've Got) [CD-Single]\n duration_ms: 261627\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue\n The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one\n Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound\n Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound\n\n Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek\n Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep\n Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz\n The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends\n\n So push it along, trails we blaze\n Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise\n The tranquility will make ya unball your fist\n For we put hip hop on a brand new twist\n\n A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic\n So low key that ya probably missed it\n And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd\n When the guy takes the beat, they bowed\n\n So raise up squire, address your attire\n We have no time to wallow in the mire\n If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead\n Join in the essence of the cool out breed\n\n Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene\n With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things\n Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work\n Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk\n\n I don't really mind if it's over your head\n 'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead\n So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher\n And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' me come straightway\n Competition, dem Phifer come sideway\n But competition, dey mus' come straightway\n\n How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again\n All through the years, my mic has been my best friend\n I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?\n Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?\n\n I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes\n Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes\n Me sweat another? I do my own thing\n Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing\n\n I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks\n Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks\n I sing and chat, I do all of that\n It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack\n\n I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock\n But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop\n I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear\n Stop look and listen but please, don't stare\n\n So jet to the store and buy the LP\n On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's\n Produced and arranged by the four man crew\n And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too\n\n Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers\n So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa\n 'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one\n And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done\n\n So peace to that crew and peace to this crew\n Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you\n Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up\n Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut\n\n Back and forth just like a Cameo song\n If you dig this joint then please come dance along\n To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme\n Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline\n\n The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass\n 'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz\n It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground\n In the one six below, ya didn't have to go\n\n Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy\n And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies\n If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask\n \"What? What?\" Now check it out\n\n All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop\n Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop\n And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop\n That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop\n\n Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop\n I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop\n And to the JB's, ya don't stop\n And De La Soul, ya don't stop\n\n To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop\n And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop\n To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop\n Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop\n\n Everybody in the place, ya don't stop\n Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop\n And last but not least on the sure shot\n It's the Zulu nation\n"},{"id":30939771,"name":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (re‐recording)","trackName":"Jazz (We’ve Got) (re‐recording)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Scenario / Oh My God / Jazz (We’ve Got)","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Rough, rough, rugged\nTough like a nugget\nListen to the Abstract Poetic, dont snub it\nThe Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger\nDont front on the lyrics or the two cuz its danger\nyou like a junkie, youll flip like a monkey\nTo the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because Im funky\n\nI get down, down like a fly hookers panties\nMake you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny\nI be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly\nUpset when I rock, cuz yo, they rhymes is smelly\nSee, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return\nListenin to these lyrics when its hot will make it burn\nBaby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens\nThe skies up above, the one you think of\nIs the highly regarded, hell of the people\nYour mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal\n\nSo if ya wanna do it to yourself\nThat is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself\nCuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it\nThats your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it\nI refuse to catch a L in a battle\nCuz yo, I got the jazz and Ill whup a rappers (ass)\nInto little next to nuthin\nTest me if Im frontin\nIm passin flyin colors cuz yo\nI am that brother that can rock\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nCome on, Phife\nNo need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)\nYep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs\nI got style, grace and razamatazz\nIm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo\nI add pizazz, now\nMost people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness\nBut now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness\nIm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw\nThe first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw\n\nIll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff\nDont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped\nIm forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite\nTo any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight\nGel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2\nPull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo\nAll my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep\n\nCuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat\nBrothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some\nWanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none\nDont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with\nWhy mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?\nIm a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too?\nBut beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do\nI love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid\nNot really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nWe've got the jazz\nWe got the jazz\n\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nCome on\nWho got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\nCome on\n\nI go ooooh,,,, there they are there\n\nWe've got the jazz\nWe've got the jazz\nWe've got the jazz","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Jazz (We’ve Got) (re‐recording)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Scenario / Oh My God / Jazz (We’ve Got)\n duration_ms: 262000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Rough, rough, rugged\n Tough like a nugget\n Listen to the Abstract Poetic, dont snub it\n The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger\n Dont front on the lyrics or the two cuz its danger\n you like a junkie, youll flip like a monkey\n To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because Im funky\n\n I get down, down like a fly hookers panties\n Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny\n I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly\n Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they rhymes is smelly\n See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return\n Listenin to these lyrics when its hot will make it burn\n Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens\n The skies up above, the one you think of\n Is the highly regarded, hell of the people\n Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal\n\n So if ya wanna do it to yourself\n That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself\n Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it\n Thats your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it\n I refuse to catch a L in a battle\n Cuz yo, I got the jazz and Ill whup a rappers (ass)\n Into little next to nuthin\n Test me if Im frontin\n Im passin flyin colors cuz yo\n I am that brother that can rock\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Come on, Phife\n No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)\n Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs\n I got style, grace and razamatazz\n Im like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo\n I add pizazz, now\n Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness\n But now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness\n Im still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw\n The first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw\n\n Ill mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff\n Dont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped\n Im forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite\n To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight\n Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2\n Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo\n All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep\n\n Cuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat\n Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some\n Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none\n Dont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with\n Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?\n Im a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too?\n But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do\n I love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid\n Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n We've got the jazz\n We got the jazz\n\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n Come on\n Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)\n Come on\n\n I go ooooh,,,, there they are there\n\n We've got the jazz\n We've got the jazz\n We've got the jazz\n"}]