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God, yes, oh my God\n\nComplementary are we, the three for poetry\nI got a humdinger coming hook line and sinker\nThe Timbo hoofs with the prints on the ground\nTimbos on the toes, I like the way it's going down\nDown like a lady of the evening\nWhen it goes in Toots just believe it's in\n'Cause Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place\nTake off your cleats 'cause you can't run the race\n\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\n\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.86] Listen up everybody, the bottom line\n[00:25.26] I'm a black intellect, but unrefined\n[00:27.91] With precision like a bullet, target bound\n[00:30.37] Just living like a hooker, the harlot sounds\n[00:32.94] Now when I say the harlot, you know I mean the hot\n[00:35.61] Heat of the equator, the broth that's in the pot\n[00:38.38] Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip\n[00:40.85] Drafting of the poets, I'm the number seven pick\n[00:43.43] Licks, licks, licks boy 'pon your backside\n[00:45.91] Licks, licks, licks boy 'pon your backside\n[00:48.56] Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide\n[00:50.92] Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side\n[00:53.57] Even in Santo Domingo when I got a Gringo\n[00:56.91] We got mics, when do we go?\n[00:58.77] Know a little nigga who can rhyme when you ask me\n[01:01.08] Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy\n[01:03.79] One for the treble, two for the bass\n[01:05.88] You know the style Tip, it's time to flip this\n[01:08.51] I like my beats hard like two day old shit\n[01:11.23] Steady eating booty MCs like cheese grits\n[01:13.62] My man, I'll be sure, he's in effect mode\n[01:16.32] Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\n[01:18.79] It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\n[01:21.11] But just in case I own more condoms than T.L.C\n[01:23.86] Now the formula is this: me, Tip, and Ali\n[01:26.56] For those who can't count it goes one, two, three\n[01:28.85] The anti —, big up is who I be\n[01:31.55] Brothers find this hard to do but never me\n[01:33.98] Some brothers try to diss but Malik, you see 'em bitching\n[01:36.63] Me no care about them dibby MC, my shit is hitting\n[01:39.32] Trini gladiator, anti-hesitater\n[01:41.63] Shaheed push the fader from here to Grenada\n[01:44.08] Mr Energetic, who me sound pathetic?\n[01:46.74] When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?\n[01:49.30] (I don't know man, I don't know man, I don't know man)\n[01:52.32] (I don't know, I don't know)\n[01:54.14] Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n[01:56.78] Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n[01:59.47] Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n[02:02.15] Oh my 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Sure, he's in effect mode\nUsed to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\nIt's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\nBut just in case I own more condoms than TLC\nNow the formula is this... Me, Tip, and Ali\nFor those who can't count it goes 1-2-3\nThe answer... big up is how I be\nBrothas find it's hard to do, but never me\nSome brothas try to dis Malik you see'm catchin me\nDon't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin\nTrainin gladiator, anti-hesitator\nShaheed push the fader from here to Granada\nMister energetic, who me, sound pathetic?\nWhen's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?\nI don't know man(3x)\nI don't know(2x)\n\nChorus:\n\n(Q-Tip)\nComplimentary it be the thief of Poetry\nI got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker\nThe TIMBO hits with the prints underground\nTIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down\nDown like the lady of the evenin\nWhen it goes in hun just beleive the sin\nCuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place\n(Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race)\nSee, this is how we do when we keep it on and on\nDo what...\nGot my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes\nMy man Big Mo with the streets and caprice\nThis is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets\nCuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please\nSee ya next LP and next CD and next cassette\nYo, we about to jet\nWe A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\nTribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\nSee ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders\nA yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders\nGo to the record store and get the shit\nWe work hard\nWe A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\nQueens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own\nLike that","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.64] Chorus Q-Tip:\n[00:03.50] Oh My God (16X)\n[00:22.56] Q-Tip:\n[00:23.41] Listen up everybody the bottom line\n[00:25.27] I'm a black intellect, but unrefined\n[00:27.03] With precision like a bullet, target bound\n[00:29.78] Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds\n[00:32.41] Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot\n[00:35.15] Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot\n[00:37.83] Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip\n[00:39.61] Draftin of the poets, I'm the #7 pick\n[00:43.26] Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside\n[00:45.96] Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside\n[00:47.85] Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide\n[00:50.51] Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side\n[00:53.27] Even in Santo Domingo, can I gotta Gringo\n[00:56.82] Yo, we got mics, when do we go?\n[00:58.69] Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me\n[01:01.33] Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy\n[01:04.02] Phife\n[01:04.97] 1 for the treble, 2 for the bass\n[01:06.80] You know my style Tip, now watch me rip this\n[01:08.50] I like my beats harder than two day old shit\n[01:11.21] Steady eatin booty MCs like cheese grits\n[01:13.93] My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode\n[01:16.62] Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\n[01:19.30] It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\n[01:21.19] But just in case I own more condoms than TLC\n[01:23.86] Now the formula is this... Me, Tip, and Ali\n[01:25.66] For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3\n[01:29.34] The answer... big up is how I be\n[01:32.01] Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me\n[01:34.77] Some brothas try to dis Malik you see'm catchin me\n[01:37.41] Don't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin\n[01:39.22] Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitator\n[01:41.94] Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada\n[01:44.64] Mister energetic, who me, sound pathetic?\n[01:47.31] When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?\n[01:49.15] I don't know man(3x)\n[01:52.78] I don't know(2x)\n[01:54.53] Chorus:\n[01:55.46] (Q-Tip)\n[02:15.35] Complimentary it be the thief of Poetry\n[02:17.19] I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker\n[02:19.82] The TIMBO hits with the prints underground\n[02:22.56] TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down\n[02:25.27] Down like the lady of the evenin\n[02:27.05] When it goes in hun just beleive the sin\n[02:29.76] Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place\n[02:32.40] (Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race)\n[02:35.18] See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on\n[02:38.73] Do what...\n[02:39.60] Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes\n[02:43.37] My man Big Mo with the streets and caprice\n[02:45.95] This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets\n[02:48.72] Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please\n[02:51.40] See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette\n[02:55.05] Yo, we about to jet\n[02:56.81] We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\n[02:58.67] Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\n[03:01.31] See ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders\n[03:04.06] A yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders\n[03:05.88] Go to the record store and get the shit\n[03:08.59] We work hard\n[03:10.37] We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\n[03:13.90] Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own\n[03:16.63] Like that\n[03:21.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Oh My God (Remix)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: A Tribe Called Quest Videos\n duration_ms: 242000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Chorus Q-Tip:'\n start_ms: 2640\n end_ms: 3500\n- text: Oh My God (16X)\n start_ms: 3500\n end_ms: 22560\n- text: 'Q-Tip:'\n start_ms: 22560\n end_ms: 23410\n- text: Listen up everybody the bottom line\n start_ms: 23410\n end_ms: 25270\n- text: I'm a black intellect, but unrefined\n start_ms: 25270\n end_ms: 27030\n- text: With precision like a bullet, target bound\n start_ms: 27030\n end_ms: 29780\n- text: Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds\n start_ms: 29780\n end_ms: 32410\n- text: Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot\n start_ms: 32410\n end_ms: 35150\n- text: Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot\n start_ms: 35150\n end_ms: 37830\n- text: Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip\n start_ms: 37830\n end_ms: 39610\n- text: 'Draftin of the poets, I''m the #7 pick'\n start_ms: 39610\n end_ms: 43260\n- text: Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside\n start_ms: 43260\n end_ms: 45960\n- text: Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside\n start_ms: 45960\n end_ms: 47850\n- text: Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide\n start_ms: 47850\n end_ms: 50510\n- text: Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side\n start_ms: 50510\n end_ms: 53270\n- text: Even in Santo Domingo, can I gotta Gringo\n start_ms: 53270\n end_ms: 56820\n- text: Yo, we got mics, when do we go?\n start_ms: 56820\n end_ms: 58690\n- text: Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me\n start_ms: 58690\n end_ms: 61330\n- text: Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy\n start_ms: 61330\n end_ms: 64020\n- text: Phife\n start_ms: 64020\n end_ms: 64970\n- text: 1 for the treble, 2 for the bass\n start_ms: 64970\n end_ms: 66800\n- text: You know my style Tip, now watch me rip this\n start_ms: 66800\n end_ms: 68500\n- text: I like my beats harder than two day old shit\n start_ms: 68500\n end_ms: 71210\n- text: Steady eatin booty MCs like cheese grits\n start_ms: 71210\n end_ms: 73930\n- text: My man Al B. 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my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n\n Complementary are we, the three for poetry\n I got a humdinger coming hook line and sinker\n The Timbo hoofs with the prints on the ground\n Timbos on the toes, I like the way it's going down\n Down like a lady of the evening\n When it goes in Toots just believe it's in\n 'Cause Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place\n Take off your cleats 'cause you can't run the race\n\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes\n"},{"id":20331421,"name":"Oh My 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me\nShort, dark, and plus his voice is raspy\n\nPhife\n1 for the treble, 2 for the bass\nYou know my style Tip, now watch me rip this\nI like my beats harder than two day old shit\nSteady eatin booty MCs like cheese grits\nMy man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode\nUsed to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\nIt's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\nBut just in case I own more condoms than TLC\nNow the formula is this... 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Sure, he's in effect mode\n[01:16.60] Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\n[01:19.36] It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\n[01:21.11] But just in case I own more condoms than TLC\n[01:23.87] Now the formula is this... 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Me, Tip, and Ali\n For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3\n The answer... big up is how I be\n Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me\n Some brothas try to dis Malik you see'm catchin me\n Don't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin\n Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitator\n Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada\n Mister energetic, who me, sound pathetic?\n When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?\n I don't know man(3x)\n I don't know(2x)\n\n Chorus:\n\n (Q-Tip)\n Complimentary it be the thief of Poetry\n I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker\n The TIMBO hits with the prints underground\n TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down\n Down like the lady of the evenin\n When it goes in hun just beleive the sin\n Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place\n (Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race)\n See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on\n Do what...\n Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes\n My man Big Mo with the streets and caprice\n This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets\n Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please\n See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette\n Yo, we about to jet\n We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\n Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\n See ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders\n A yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders\n Go to the record store and get the shit\n We work hard\n We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\n Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own\n Like that\n"},{"id":19948688,"name":"Oh My God (remix)","trackName":"Oh My God (remix)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Oh My God","duration":245.426667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus Q-Tip:\nOh My God (16X)\n\nQ-Tip:\nListen up everybody the bottom line\nI'm a black intellect, but unrefined\nWith precision like a bullet, target bound\nJust livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds\nNow when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot\nHeat in the equator, the brothers in the pot\nJalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip\nDraftin of the poets, I'm the #7 pick\nLicks, licks, licks boy on your backside\nLicks, licks, licks boy on your backside\nListen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide\nTip the earthly body, heaven's on my side\nEven in Santo Domingo, can I gotta Gringo\nYo, we got mics, when do we go?\nKnow a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me\nShort, dark, and plus his voice is raspy\n\nPhife\n1 for the treble, 2 for the bass\nYou know my style Tip, now watch me rip this\nI like my beats harder than two day old shit\nSteady eatin booty MCs like cheese grits\nMy man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode\nUsed to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\nIt's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\nBut just in case I own more condoms than TLC\nNow the formula is this... Me, Tip, and Ali\nFor those who can't count it goes 1-2-3\nThe answer... big up is how I be\nBrothas find it's hard to do, but never me\nSome brothas try to dis Malik you see'm catchin me\nDon't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin\nTrainin gladiator, anti-hesitator\nShaheed push the fader from here to Granada\nMister energetic, who me, sound pathetic?\nWhen's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?\nI don't know man(3x)\nI don't know(2x)\n\nChorus:\n\n(Q-Tip)\nComplimentary it be the thief of Poetry\nI got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker\nThe TIMBO hits with the prints underground\nTIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down\nDown like the lady of the evenin\nWhen it goes in hun just beleive the sin\nCuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place\n(Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race)\nSee, this is how we do when we keep it on and on\nDo what...\nGot my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes\nMy man Big Mo with the streets and caprice\nThis is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets\nCuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please\nSee ya next LP and next CD and next cassette\nYo, we about to jet\nWe A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\nTribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\nSee ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders\nA yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders\nGo to the record store and get the shit\nWe work hard\nWe A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\nQueens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own\nLike that","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.64] Chorus Q-Tip:\n[00:03.50] Oh My God (16X)\n[00:22.56] Q-Tip:\n[00:23.41] Listen up everybody the bottom line\n[00:25.27] I'm a black intellect, but unrefined\n[00:27.03] With precision like a bullet, target bound\n[00:29.78] Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds\n[00:32.41] Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot\n[00:35.15] Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot\n[00:37.83] Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip\n[00:39.61] Draftin of the poets, I'm the #7 pick\n[00:43.26] Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside\n[00:45.96] Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside\n[00:47.85] Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide\n[00:50.51] Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side\n[00:53.27] Even in Santo Domingo, can I gotta Gringo\n[00:56.82] Yo, we got mics, when do we go?\n[00:58.69] Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me\n[01:01.33] Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy\n[01:04.02] Phife\n[01:04.97] 1 for the treble, 2 for the bass\n[01:06.80] You know my style Tip, now watch me rip this\n[01:08.50] I like my beats harder than two day old shit\n[01:11.21] Steady eatin booty MCs like cheese grits\n[01:13.93] My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode\n[01:16.62] Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\n[01:19.30] It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\n[01:21.19] But just in case I own more condoms than TLC\n[01:23.86] Now the formula is this... Me, Tip, and Ali\n[01:25.66] For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3\n[01:29.34] The answer... big up is how I be\n[01:32.01] Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me\n[01:34.77] Some brothas try to dis Malik you see'm catchin me\n[01:37.41] Don't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin\n[01:39.22] Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitator\n[01:41.94] Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada\n[01:44.64] Mister energetic, who me, sound pathetic?\n[01:47.31] When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?\n[01:49.15] I don't know man(3x)\n[01:52.78] I don't know(2x)\n[01:54.53] Chorus:\n[01:55.46] (Q-Tip)\n[02:15.35] Complimentary it be the thief of Poetry\n[02:17.19] I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker\n[02:19.82] The TIMBO hits with the prints underground\n[02:22.56] TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down\n[02:25.27] Down like the lady of the evenin\n[02:27.05] When it goes in hun just beleive the sin\n[02:29.76] Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place\n[02:32.40] (Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race)\n[02:35.18] See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on\n[02:38.73] Do what...\n[02:39.60] Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes\n[02:43.37] My man Big Mo with the streets and caprice\n[02:45.95] This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets\n[02:48.72] Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please\n[02:51.40] See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette\n[02:55.05] Yo, we about to jet\n[02:56.81] We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\n[02:58.67] Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\n[03:01.31] See ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders\n[03:04.06] A yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders\n[03:05.88] Go to the record store and get the shit\n[03:08.59] We work hard\n[03:10.37] We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\n[03:13.90] Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own\n[03:16.63] Like that\n[03:21.21] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Oh My God (remix)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Oh My God\n duration_ms: 245427\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Chorus Q-Tip:'\n start_ms: 2640\n end_ms: 3500\n- text: Oh My God (16X)\n start_ms: 3500\n end_ms: 22560\n- text: 'Q-Tip:'\n start_ms: 22560\n end_ms: 23410\n- text: Listen up everybody the bottom line\n start_ms: 23410\n end_ms: 25270\n- text: I'm a black intellect, but unrefined\n start_ms: 25270\n end_ms: 27030\n- text: With precision like a bullet, target bound\n start_ms: 27030\n end_ms: 29780\n- text: Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds\n start_ms: 29780\n end_ms: 32410\n- text: Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot\n start_ms: 32410\n end_ms: 35150\n- text: Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot\n start_ms: 35150\n end_ms: 37830\n- text: Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip\n start_ms: 37830\n end_ms: 39610\n- text: 'Draftin of the poets, I''m the #7 pick'\n start_ms: 39610\n end_ms: 43260\n- text: Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside\n start_ms: 43260\n end_ms: 45960\n- text: Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside\n start_ms: 45960\n end_ms: 47850\n- text: Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide\n start_ms: 47850\n end_ms: 50510\n- text: Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side\n start_ms: 50510\n end_ms: 53270\n- text: Even in Santo Domingo, can I gotta Gringo\n start_ms: 53270\n end_ms: 56820\n- text: Yo, we got mics, when do we go?\n start_ms: 56820\n end_ms: 58690\n- text: Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me\n start_ms: 58690\n end_ms: 61330\n- text: Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy\n start_ms: 61330\n end_ms: 64020\n- text: Phife\n start_ms: 64020\n end_ms: 64970\n- text: 1 for the treble, 2 for the bass\n start_ms: 64970\n end_ms: 66800\n- text: You know my style Tip, now watch me rip this\n start_ms: 66800\n end_ms: 68500\n- text: I like my beats harder than two day old shit\n start_ms: 68500\n end_ms: 71210\n- text: Steady eatin booty MCs like cheese grits\n start_ms: 71210\n end_ms: 73930\n- text: My man Al B. 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Sure, he's in effect mode\n Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\n It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\n But just in case I own more condoms than TLC\n Now the formula is this... 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Sure, he's in effect mode\nUsed to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\nIt's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\nBut just in case I own more condoms than TLC\nNow the formula is this... Me, Tip, and Ali\nFor those who can't count it goes 1-2-3\nThe answer... big up is how I be\nBrothas find it's hard to do, but never me\nSome brothas try to dis Malik you see'm catchin me\nDon't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin\nTrainin gladiator, anti-hesitator\nShaheed push the fader from here to Granada\nMister energetic, who me, sound pathetic?\nWhen's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?\nI don't know man(3x)\nI don't know(2x)\n\nChorus:\n\n(Q-Tip)\nComplimentary it be the thief of Poetry\nI got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker\nThe TIMBO hits with the prints underground\nTIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down\nDown like the lady of the evenin\nWhen it goes in hun just beleive the sin\nCuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place\n(Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race)\nSee, this is how we do when we keep it on and on\nDo what...\nGot my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes\nMy man Big Mo with the streets and caprice\nThis is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets\nCuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please\nSee ya next LP and next CD and next cassette\nYo, we about to jet\nWe A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\nTribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\nSee ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders\nA yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders\nGo to the record store and get the shit\nWe work hard\nWe A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders\nQueens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own\nLike that","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.64]Chorus Q-Tip:\n[00:03.50]Oh My God (16X)\n[00:22.56]Q-Tip:\n[00:23.41]Listen up everybody the bottom line\n[00:25.27]I'm a black intellect, but unrefined\n[00:27.03]With precision like a bullet, target bound\n[00:29.78]Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds\n[00:32.41]Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot\n[00:35.15]Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot\n[00:37.83]Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip\n[00:39.61]Draftin of the poets, I'm the #7 pick\n[00:43.26]Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside\n[00:45.96]Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside\n[00:47.85]Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide\n[00:50.51]Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side\n[00:53.27]Even in Santo Domingo, can I gotta Gringo\n[00:56.82]Yo, we got mics, when do we go?\n[00:58.69]Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me\n[01:01.33]Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy\n[01:04.02]Phife\n[01:04.97]1 for the treble, 2 for the bass\n[01:06.80]You know my style Tip, now watch me rip this\n[01:08.50]I like my beats harder than two day old shit\n[01:11.21]Steady eatin booty MCs like cheese grits\n[01:13.93]My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode\n[01:16.62]Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\n[01:19.30]It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\n[01:21.19]But just in case I own more condoms than TLC\n[01:23.86]Now the formula is this... 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Sure, he's in effect mode\n Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\n It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\n But just in case I own more condoms than TLC\n Now the formula is this... 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Sure, he's in effect mode\n[01:16.62] Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\n[01:19.30] It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\n[01:21.19] But just in case I own more condoms than TLC\n[01:23.86] Now the formula is this... 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oh my God\n\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Oh My God (Red Eye mix)\n artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n album: Oh My God\n duration_ms: 211000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Listen up everybody, the bottom line\n I'm a black intellect, but unrefined\n With precision like a bullet, target bound\n Just living like a hooker, the harlot sounds\n Now when I say the harlot, you know I mean the hot\n Heat of the equator, the broth that's in the pot\n\n Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip\n Drafting of the poets, I'm the number seven pick\n Licks, licks, licks boy 'pon your backside\n Licks, licks, licks boy 'pon your backside\n Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide\n Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side\n Even in Santo Domingo when I got a Gringo\n We got mics, when do we go?\n Know a little nigga who can rhyme when you ask me\n Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy\n\n One for the treble, two for the bass\n You know the style Tip, it's time to flip this\n I like my beats hard like two day old shit\n Steady eating booty MCs like cheese grits\n My man, I'll be sure, he's in effect mode\n Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\n It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\n But just in case I own more condoms than T.L.C\n Now the formula is this: me, Tip, and Ali\n For those who can't count it goes one, two, three\n The anti —, big up is who I be\n\n Brothers find this hard to do but never me\n Some brothers try to diss but Malik, you see 'em bitching\n Me no care about them dibby MC, my shit is hitting\n Trini gladiator, anti-hesitater\n Shaheed push the fader from here to Grenada\n Mr Energetic, who me sound pathetic?\n When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?\n (I don't know man, I don't know man, I don't know man)\n (I don't know, I don't know)\n\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n\n Complementary are we, the three for poetry\n I got a humdinger coming hook line and sinker\n The Timbo hoofs with the prints on the ground\n Timbos on the toes, I like the way it's going down\n Down like a lady of the evening\n When it goes in Toots just believe it's in\n 'Cause Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place\n Take off your cleats 'cause you can't run the race\n\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my 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man)\n(I don't know, I don't know)\n\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\n\nComplementary are we, the three for poetry\nI got a humdinger coming hook line and sinker\nThe Timbo hoofs with the prints on the ground\nTimbos on the toes, I like the way it's going down\nDown like a lady of the evening\nWhen it goes in Toots just believe it's in\n'Cause Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place\nTake off your cleats 'cause you can't run the race\n\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\n\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh my God\nOh my God, yes, oh 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booty MCs like cheese grits\n My man, I'll be sure, he's in effect mode\n Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue\n It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me\n But just in case I own more condoms than T.L.C\n Now the formula is this: me, Tip, and Ali\n For those who can't count it goes one, two, three\n The anti —, big up is who I be\n\n Brothers find this hard to do but never me\n Some brothers try to diss but Malik, you see 'em bitching\n Me no care about them dibby MC, my shit is hitting\n Trini gladiator, anti-hesitater\n Shaheed push the fader from here to Grenada\n Mr Energetic, who me sound pathetic?\n When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?\n (I don't know man, I don't know man, I don't know man)\n (I don't know, I don't know)\n\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n\n Complementary are we, the three for poetry\n I got a humdinger coming hook line and sinker\n The Timbo hoofs with the prints on the ground\n Timbos on the toes, I like the way it's going down\n Down like a lady of the evening\n When it goes in Toots just believe it's in\n 'Cause Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place\n Take off your cleats 'cause you can't run the race\n\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes, oh my God\n Oh my God, yes\n"}]