[{"id":2820499,"name":"One Two Shit","trackName":"One Two Shit","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Love Movement Bonus CD","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: The Love Movement Bonus CD\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":6755923,"name":"One Two Shit","trackName":"One Two Shit","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Abstract Dragon","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.42] One, two, one, two\n[00:04.90] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.39] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:09.76] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:12.26] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:14.94] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:17.41] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.17] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:22.81] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:25.02] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:27.74] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.64] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:32.91] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:35.25] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:38.28] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:40.73] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:43.36] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:45.75] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:48.49] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:51.22] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:53.76] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:56.17] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:59.05] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:01.46] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:04.00] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:06.58] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:09.13] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:11.51] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:14.38] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:16.95] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:19.52] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:22.10] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:24.55] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:27.01] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:29.67] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:32.21] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.86] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:37.48] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:40.09] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:42.77] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:45.10] Question\n[01:45.93] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:47.71] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:49.41] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:50.48] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:52.40] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:55.45] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:58.05] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[02:00.95] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:03.25] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:05.78] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:08.42] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:10.82] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:13.53] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:16.08] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:18.83] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:21.20] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:23.82] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:26.44] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:29.08] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:31.67] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:34.95] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:37.09] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:39.73] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:42.17] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:44.46] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:46.85] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:49.63] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:52.35] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:55.14] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:57.40] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.36] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[03:01.87] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:02.71] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:04.08] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:07.25] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:09.41] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:11.33] You beat them like they father\n[03:12.51] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:14.27] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:15.89] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:17.39] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.99] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:22.32] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:24.63] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:26.58] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:27.85] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:31.54] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:33.50] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:36.29] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:38.62] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:41.28] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:44.75] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:46.42] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:49.11] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:52.52] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:55.59] Sit, dog sit\n[03:56.67] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: The Abstract Dragon\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3420\n  end_ms: 4900\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 4900\n  end_ms: 7390\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7390\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12260\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 12260\n  end_ms: 14940\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 14940\n  end_ms: 17410\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 17410\n  end_ms: 20170\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 20170\n  end_ms: 22810\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 22810\n  end_ms: 25020\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 25020\n  end_ms: 27740\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 27740\n  end_ms: 30640\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 30640\n  end_ms: 32910\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 32910\n  end_ms: 35250\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 35250\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 40730\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 40730\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48490\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 48490\n  end_ms: 51220\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 51220\n  end_ms: 53760\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 53760\n  end_ms: 56170\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 56170\n  end_ms: 59050\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 59050\n  end_ms: 61460\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 61460\n  end_ms: 64000\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 64000\n  end_ms: 66580\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 66580\n  end_ms: 69130\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 69130\n  end_ms: 71510\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 71510\n  end_ms: 74380\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 74380\n  end_ms: 76950\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 76950\n  end_ms: 79520\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 79520\n  end_ms: 82100\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 82100\n  end_ms: 84550\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 84550\n  end_ms: 87010\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 87010\n  end_ms: 89670\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 89670\n  end_ms: 92210\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 92210\n  end_ms: 94860\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94860\n  end_ms: 97480\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 97480\n  end_ms: 100090\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 100090\n  end_ms: 102770\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 102770\n  end_ms: 105100\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 105100\n  end_ms: 105930\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 105930\n  end_ms: 107710\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 107710\n  end_ms: 109410\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 109410\n  end_ms: 110480\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 110480\n  end_ms: 112400\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 112400\n  end_ms: 115450\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 115450\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 120950\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 120950\n  end_ms: 123250\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 123250\n  end_ms: 125780\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 125780\n  end_ms: 128420\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 128420\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 133530\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 133530\n  end_ms: 136080\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 136080\n  end_ms: 138830\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 138830\n  end_ms: 141200\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 141200\n  end_ms: 143820\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 143820\n  end_ms: 146440\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 146440\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 151670\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 151670\n  end_ms: 154950\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 154950\n  end_ms: 157090\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 157090\n  end_ms: 159730\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 159730\n  end_ms: 162170\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 162170\n  end_ms: 164460\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 164460\n  end_ms: 166850\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 166850\n  end_ms: 169630\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 169630\n  end_ms: 172350\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 172350\n  end_ms: 175140\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 175140\n  end_ms: 177400\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177400\n  end_ms: 179360\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 179360\n  end_ms: 181870\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 181870\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 184080\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 184080\n  end_ms: 187250\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 187250\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 191330\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 191330\n  end_ms: 192510\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 192510\n  end_ms: 194270\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 194270\n  end_ms: 195890\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 195890\n  end_ms: 197390\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 197390\n  end_ms: 198990\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198990\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204630\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 204630\n  end_ms: 206580\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 206580\n  end_ms: 207850\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 207850\n  end_ms: 211540\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 211540\n  end_ms: 213500\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 213500\n  end_ms: 216290\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 216290\n  end_ms: 218620\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 218620\n  end_ms: 221280\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 221280\n  end_ms: 224750\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 224750\n  end_ms: 226420\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 226420\n  end_ms: 229110\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 229110\n  end_ms: 232520\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 232520\n  end_ms: 235590\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 235590\n  end_ms: 236670\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 236670\n  end_ms: 239450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239450\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":31772209,"name":"One Two Shit","trackName":"One Two Shit","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Love Movement (explicit)","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: The Love Movement (explicit)\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":19410265,"name":"One, Two, Shit","trackName":"One, Two, Shit","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Hits Rarities & Remixes","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One, Two, Shit\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Hits Rarities & Remixes\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":21025197,"name":"One, Two, Shit","trackName":"One, Two, Shit","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Midnight Marauders","duration":272.0666624,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One, Two, Shit\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Midnight Marauders\n  duration_ms: 272067\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":18721337,"name":"One Two Shit","trackName":"One Two Shit","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Love Movement","duration":272.893333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: The Love Movement\n  duration_ms: 272893\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":25309627,"name":"One Two Shit","trackName":"One Two Shit","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Abstract Dragon","duration":274.4711,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: The Abstract Dragon\n  duration_ms: 274471\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":23141637,"name":"One Two Shit","trackName":"One Two Shit","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Produced by Q-Tip","duration":269.0415,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Produced by Q-Tip\n  duration_ms: 269042\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":39509202,"name":"One Two Shit","trackName":"One Two Shit","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Love Movement (Limited Ed)","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73]One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95]One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34]One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68]One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43]Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72]Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24]It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00]One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68]And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07]And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12]One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53]One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82]Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11]Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39]I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31]One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33]MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77]Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65]The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12]Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72]The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48]Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79]Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10]I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63]In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96]Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36]And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59]Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12]Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39]My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68]Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77]Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63]Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23]Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84]What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17]It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05]Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49]Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88]Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53]Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16]Question\n[01:44.00]Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97]And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58]Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21]Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77]'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30]If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55]Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14]Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35]How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87]The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37]It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84]So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47]I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27]Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58]I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33]Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73]Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38]We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86]Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12]So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87]An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42]'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36]See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00]Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97]New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13]World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76]Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06]Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81]Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99]We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73]Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62]Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97]Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02]Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13]Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04]Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63]You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89]Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59]Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49]You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76]Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36]I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73]To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64]Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44]Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02]Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67]Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98]Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50]Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84]Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60]Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87]As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56]Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67]But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17]I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73]Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00]Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: The Love Movement (Limited Ed)\n  duration_ms: 272309\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":21197015,"name":"One Two Shit (Feat. Busta Rhym","trackName":"One Two Shit (Feat. Busta Rhym","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"A Love Movement","duration":271.647347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit (Feat. Busta Rhym\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: A Love Movement\n  duration_ms: 271647\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":29112219,"name":"One Two Shit (Feat. Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"One Two Shit (Feat. Busta Rhymes)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"A Love Movement","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit (Feat. Busta Rhymes)\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: A Love Movement\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":18179836,"name":"One Two Shit","trackName":"One Two Shit","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest, Busta Rhymes","albumName":"The Love Movement","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest, Busta Rhymes\n  album: The Love Movement\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":12686025,"name":"One Two Shit","trackName":"One Two Shit","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest & Busta Rhymes","albumName":"The Abstract and The Dragon","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.42] One, two, one, two\n[00:04.90] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.39] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:09.76] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:12.26] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:14.94] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:17.41] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.17] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:22.81] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:25.02] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:27.74] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.64] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:32.91] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:35.25] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:38.28] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:40.73] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:43.36] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:45.75] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:48.49] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:51.22] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:53.76] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:56.17] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:59.05] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:01.46] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:04.00] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:06.58] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:09.13] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:11.51] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:14.38] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:16.95] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:19.52] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:22.10] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:24.55] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:27.01] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:29.67] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:32.21] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.86] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:37.48] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:40.09] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:42.77] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:45.10] Question\n[01:45.93] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:47.71] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:49.41] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:50.48] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:52.40] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:55.45] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:58.05] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[02:00.95] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:03.25] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:05.78] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:08.42] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:10.82] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:13.53] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:16.08] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:18.83] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:21.20] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:23.82] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:26.44] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:29.08] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:31.67] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:34.95] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:37.09] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:39.73] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:42.17] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:44.46] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:46.85] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:49.63] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:52.35] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:55.14] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:57.40] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.36] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[03:01.87] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:02.71] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:04.08] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:07.25] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:09.41] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:11.33] You beat them like they father\n[03:12.51] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:14.27] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:15.89] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:17.39] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.99] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:22.32] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:24.63] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:26.58] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:27.85] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:31.54] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:33.50] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:36.29] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:38.62] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:41.28] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:44.75] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:46.42] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:49.11] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:52.52] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:55.59] Sit, dog sit\n[03:56.67] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest & Busta Rhymes\n  album: The Abstract and The Dragon\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3420\n  end_ms: 4900\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 4900\n  end_ms: 7390\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7390\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12260\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 12260\n  end_ms: 14940\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 14940\n  end_ms: 17410\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 17410\n  end_ms: 20170\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 20170\n  end_ms: 22810\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 22810\n  end_ms: 25020\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 25020\n  end_ms: 27740\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 27740\n  end_ms: 30640\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 30640\n  end_ms: 32910\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 32910\n  end_ms: 35250\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 35250\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 40730\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 40730\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48490\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 48490\n  end_ms: 51220\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 51220\n  end_ms: 53760\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 53760\n  end_ms: 56170\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 56170\n  end_ms: 59050\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 59050\n  end_ms: 61460\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 61460\n  end_ms: 64000\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 64000\n  end_ms: 66580\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 66580\n  end_ms: 69130\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 69130\n  end_ms: 71510\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 71510\n  end_ms: 74380\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 74380\n  end_ms: 76950\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 76950\n  end_ms: 79520\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 79520\n  end_ms: 82100\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 82100\n  end_ms: 84550\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 84550\n  end_ms: 87010\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 87010\n  end_ms: 89670\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 89670\n  end_ms: 92210\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 92210\n  end_ms: 94860\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94860\n  end_ms: 97480\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 97480\n  end_ms: 100090\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 100090\n  end_ms: 102770\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 102770\n  end_ms: 105100\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 105100\n  end_ms: 105930\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 105930\n  end_ms: 107710\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 107710\n  end_ms: 109410\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 109410\n  end_ms: 110480\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 110480\n  end_ms: 112400\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 112400\n  end_ms: 115450\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 115450\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 120950\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 120950\n  end_ms: 123250\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 123250\n  end_ms: 125780\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 125780\n  end_ms: 128420\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 128420\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 133530\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 133530\n  end_ms: 136080\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 136080\n  end_ms: 138830\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 138830\n  end_ms: 141200\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 141200\n  end_ms: 143820\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 143820\n  end_ms: 146440\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 146440\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 151670\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 151670\n  end_ms: 154950\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 154950\n  end_ms: 157090\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 157090\n  end_ms: 159730\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 159730\n  end_ms: 162170\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 162170\n  end_ms: 164460\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 164460\n  end_ms: 166850\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 166850\n  end_ms: 169630\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 169630\n  end_ms: 172350\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 172350\n  end_ms: 175140\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 175140\n  end_ms: 177400\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177400\n  end_ms: 179360\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 179360\n  end_ms: 181870\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 181870\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 184080\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 184080\n  end_ms: 187250\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 187250\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 191330\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 191330\n  end_ms: 192510\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 192510\n  end_ms: 194270\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 194270\n  end_ms: 195890\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 195890\n  end_ms: 197390\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 197390\n  end_ms: 198990\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198990\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204630\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 204630\n  end_ms: 206580\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 206580\n  end_ms: 207850\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 207850\n  end_ms: 211540\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 211540\n  end_ms: 213500\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 213500\n  end_ms: 216290\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 216290\n  end_ms: 218620\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 218620\n  end_ms: 221280\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 221280\n  end_ms: 224750\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 224750\n  end_ms: 226420\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 226420\n  end_ms: 229110\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 229110\n  end_ms: 232520\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 232520\n  end_ms: 235590\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 235590\n  end_ms: 236670\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 236670\n  end_ms: 239450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239450\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":9617558,"name":"One Two Shit","trackName":"One Two Shit","artistName":"Tribe Called Quest, A & Busta Rhymes","albumName":"The Abstract and The Dragon","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.42] One, two, one, two\n[00:04.90] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.39] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:09.76] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:12.26] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:14.94] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:17.41] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.17] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:22.81] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:25.02] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:27.74] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.64] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:32.91] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:35.25] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:38.28] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:40.73] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:43.36] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:45.75] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:48.49] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:51.22] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:53.76] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:56.17] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:59.05] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:01.46] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:04.00] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:06.58] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:09.13] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:11.51] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:14.38] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:16.95] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:19.52] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:22.10] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:24.55] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:27.01] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:29.67] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:32.21] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.86] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:37.48] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:40.09] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:42.77] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:45.10] Question\n[01:45.93] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:47.71] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:49.41] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:50.48] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:52.40] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:55.45] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:58.05] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[02:00.95] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:03.25] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:05.78] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:08.42] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:10.82] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:13.53] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:16.08] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:18.83] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:21.20] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:23.82] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:26.44] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:29.08] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:31.67] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:34.95] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:37.09] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:39.73] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:42.17] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:44.46] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:46.85] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:49.63] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:52.35] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:55.14] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:57.40] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.36] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[03:01.87] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:02.71] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:04.08] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:07.25] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:09.41] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:11.33] You beat them like they father\n[03:12.51] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:14.27] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:15.89] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:17.39] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.99] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:22.32] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:24.63] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:26.58] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:27.85] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:31.54] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:33.50] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:36.29] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:38.62] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:41.28] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:44.75] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:46.42] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:49.11] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:52.52] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:55.59] Sit, dog sit\n[03:56.67] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit\n  artist: Tribe Called Quest, A & Busta Rhymes\n  album: The Abstract and The Dragon\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3420\n  end_ms: 4900\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 4900\n  end_ms: 7390\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7390\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12260\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 12260\n  end_ms: 14940\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 14940\n  end_ms: 17410\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 17410\n  end_ms: 20170\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 20170\n  end_ms: 22810\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 22810\n  end_ms: 25020\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 25020\n  end_ms: 27740\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 27740\n  end_ms: 30640\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 30640\n  end_ms: 32910\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 32910\n  end_ms: 35250\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 35250\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 40730\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 40730\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48490\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 48490\n  end_ms: 51220\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 51220\n  end_ms: 53760\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 53760\n  end_ms: 56170\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 56170\n  end_ms: 59050\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 59050\n  end_ms: 61460\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 61460\n  end_ms: 64000\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 64000\n  end_ms: 66580\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 66580\n  end_ms: 69130\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 69130\n  end_ms: 71510\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 71510\n  end_ms: 74380\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 74380\n  end_ms: 76950\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 76950\n  end_ms: 79520\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 79520\n  end_ms: 82100\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 82100\n  end_ms: 84550\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 84550\n  end_ms: 87010\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 87010\n  end_ms: 89670\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 89670\n  end_ms: 92210\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 92210\n  end_ms: 94860\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94860\n  end_ms: 97480\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 97480\n  end_ms: 100090\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 100090\n  end_ms: 102770\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 102770\n  end_ms: 105100\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 105100\n  end_ms: 105930\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 105930\n  end_ms: 107710\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 107710\n  end_ms: 109410\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 109410\n  end_ms: 110480\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 110480\n  end_ms: 112400\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 112400\n  end_ms: 115450\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 115450\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 120950\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 120950\n  end_ms: 123250\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 123250\n  end_ms: 125780\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 125780\n  end_ms: 128420\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 128420\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 133530\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 133530\n  end_ms: 136080\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 136080\n  end_ms: 138830\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 138830\n  end_ms: 141200\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 141200\n  end_ms: 143820\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 143820\n  end_ms: 146440\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 146440\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 151670\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 151670\n  end_ms: 154950\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 154950\n  end_ms: 157090\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 157090\n  end_ms: 159730\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 159730\n  end_ms: 162170\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 162170\n  end_ms: 164460\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 164460\n  end_ms: 166850\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 166850\n  end_ms: 169630\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 169630\n  end_ms: 172350\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 172350\n  end_ms: 175140\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 175140\n  end_ms: 177400\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177400\n  end_ms: 179360\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 179360\n  end_ms: 181870\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 181870\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 184080\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 184080\n  end_ms: 187250\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 187250\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 191330\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 191330\n  end_ms: 192510\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 192510\n  end_ms: 194270\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 194270\n  end_ms: 195890\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 195890\n  end_ms: 197390\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 197390\n  end_ms: 198990\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198990\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204630\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 204630\n  end_ms: 206580\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 206580\n  end_ms: 207850\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 207850\n  end_ms: 211540\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 211540\n  end_ms: 213500\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 213500\n  end_ms: 216290\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 216290\n  end_ms: 218620\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 218620\n  end_ms: 221280\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 221280\n  end_ms: 224750\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 224750\n  end_ms: 226420\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 226420\n  end_ms: 229110\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 229110\n  end_ms: 232520\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 232520\n  end_ms: 235590\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 235590\n  end_ms: 236670\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 236670\n  end_ms: 239450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239450\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":33084022,"name":"One Two Shit(Feat. Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"One Two Shit(Feat. Busta Rhymes)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Oh My God Vls","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit(Feat. Busta Rhymes)\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Oh My God Vls\n  duration_ms: 273000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":19644381,"name":"One, Two, Shit (ft. Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"One, Two, Shit (ft. Busta Rhymes)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Hits Rarities and Remixes","duration":272.226667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.42] One, two, one, two\n[00:04.90] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.39] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:09.76] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:12.26] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:14.94] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:17.41] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.17] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:22.81] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:25.02] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:27.74] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.64] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:32.91] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:35.25] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:38.28] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:40.73] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:43.36] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:45.75] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:48.49] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:51.22] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:53.76] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:56.17] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:59.05] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:01.46] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:04.00] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:06.58] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:09.13] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:11.51] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:14.38] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:16.95] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:19.52] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:22.10] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:24.55] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:27.01] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:29.67] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:32.21] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.86] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:37.48] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:40.09] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:42.77] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:45.10] Question\n[01:45.93] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:47.71] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:49.41] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:50.48] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:52.40] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:55.45] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:58.05] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[02:00.95] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:03.25] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:05.78] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:08.42] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:10.82] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:13.53] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:16.08] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:18.83] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:21.20] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:23.82] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:26.44] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:29.08] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:31.67] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:34.95] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:37.09] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:39.73] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:42.17] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:44.46] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:46.85] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:49.63] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:52.35] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:55.14] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:57.40] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.36] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[03:01.87] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:02.71] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:04.08] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:07.25] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:09.41] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:11.33] You beat them like they father\n[03:12.51] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:14.27] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:15.89] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:17.39] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.99] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:22.32] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:24.63] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:26.58] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:27.85] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:31.54] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:33.50] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:36.29] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:38.62] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:41.28] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:44.75] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:46.42] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:49.11] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:52.52] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:55.59] Sit, dog sit\n[03:56.67] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One, Two, Shit (ft. Busta Rhymes)\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Hits Rarities and Remixes\n  duration_ms: 272227\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3420\n  end_ms: 4900\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 4900\n  end_ms: 7390\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7390\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12260\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 12260\n  end_ms: 14940\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 14940\n  end_ms: 17410\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 17410\n  end_ms: 20170\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 20170\n  end_ms: 22810\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 22810\n  end_ms: 25020\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 25020\n  end_ms: 27740\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 27740\n  end_ms: 30640\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 30640\n  end_ms: 32910\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 32910\n  end_ms: 35250\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 35250\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 40730\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 40730\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48490\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 48490\n  end_ms: 51220\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 51220\n  end_ms: 53760\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 53760\n  end_ms: 56170\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 56170\n  end_ms: 59050\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 59050\n  end_ms: 61460\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 61460\n  end_ms: 64000\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 64000\n  end_ms: 66580\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 66580\n  end_ms: 69130\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 69130\n  end_ms: 71510\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 71510\n  end_ms: 74380\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 74380\n  end_ms: 76950\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 76950\n  end_ms: 79520\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 79520\n  end_ms: 82100\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 82100\n  end_ms: 84550\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 84550\n  end_ms: 87010\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 87010\n  end_ms: 89670\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 89670\n  end_ms: 92210\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 92210\n  end_ms: 94860\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94860\n  end_ms: 97480\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 97480\n  end_ms: 100090\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 100090\n  end_ms: 102770\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 102770\n  end_ms: 105100\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 105100\n  end_ms: 105930\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 105930\n  end_ms: 107710\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 107710\n  end_ms: 109410\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 109410\n  end_ms: 110480\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 110480\n  end_ms: 112400\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 112400\n  end_ms: 115450\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 115450\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 120950\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 120950\n  end_ms: 123250\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 123250\n  end_ms: 125780\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 125780\n  end_ms: 128420\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 128420\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 133530\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 133530\n  end_ms: 136080\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 136080\n  end_ms: 138830\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 138830\n  end_ms: 141200\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 141200\n  end_ms: 143820\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 143820\n  end_ms: 146440\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 146440\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 151670\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 151670\n  end_ms: 154950\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 154950\n  end_ms: 157090\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 157090\n  end_ms: 159730\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 159730\n  end_ms: 162170\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 162170\n  end_ms: 164460\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 164460\n  end_ms: 166850\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 166850\n  end_ms: 169630\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 169630\n  end_ms: 172350\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 172350\n  end_ms: 175140\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 175140\n  end_ms: 177400\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177400\n  end_ms: 179360\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 179360\n  end_ms: 181870\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 181870\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 184080\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 184080\n  end_ms: 187250\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 187250\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 191330\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 191330\n  end_ms: 192510\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 192510\n  end_ms: 194270\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 194270\n  end_ms: 195890\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 195890\n  end_ms: 197390\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 197390\n  end_ms: 198990\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198990\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204630\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 204630\n  end_ms: 206580\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 206580\n  end_ms: 207850\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 207850\n  end_ms: 211540\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 211540\n  end_ms: 213500\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 213500\n  end_ms: 216290\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 216290\n  end_ms: 218620\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 218620\n  end_ms: 221280\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 221280\n  end_ms: 224750\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 224750\n  end_ms: 226420\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 226420\n  end_ms: 229110\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 229110\n  end_ms: 232520\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 232520\n  end_ms: 235590\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 235590\n  end_ms: 236670\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 236670\n  end_ms: 239450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239450\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":18156121,"name":"One, Two, Shit (Feat. Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"One, Two, Shit (Feat. Busta Rhymes)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Oh My God","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One, Two, Shit (Feat. Busta Rhymes)\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Oh My God\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":18564074,"name":"One Two Shit Ft. Busta Rhymes","trackName":"One Two Shit Ft. Busta Rhymes","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Love Movement Bonus Disc","duration":273.1101952,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.42] One, two, one, two\n[00:04.90] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.39] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:09.76] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:12.26] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:14.94] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:17.41] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.17] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:22.81] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:25.02] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:27.74] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.64] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:32.91] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:35.25] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:38.28] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:40.73] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:43.36] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:45.75] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:48.49] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:51.22] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:53.76] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:56.17] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:59.05] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:01.46] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:04.00] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:06.58] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:09.13] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:11.51] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:14.38] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:16.95] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:19.52] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:22.10] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:24.55] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:27.01] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:29.67] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:32.21] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.86] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:37.48] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:40.09] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:42.77] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:45.10] Question\n[01:45.93] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:47.71] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:49.41] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:50.48] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:52.40] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:55.45] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:58.05] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[02:00.95] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:03.25] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:05.78] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:08.42] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:10.82] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:13.53] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:16.08] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:18.83] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:21.20] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:23.82] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:26.44] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:29.08] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:31.67] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:34.95] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:37.09] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:39.73] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:42.17] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:44.46] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:46.85] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:49.63] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:52.35] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:55.14] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:57.40] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.36] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[03:01.87] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:02.71] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:04.08] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:07.25] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:09.41] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:11.33] You beat them like they father\n[03:12.51] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:14.27] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:15.89] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:17.39] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.99] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:22.32] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:24.63] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:26.58] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:27.85] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:31.54] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:33.50] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:36.29] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:38.62] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:41.28] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:44.75] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:46.42] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:49.11] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:52.52] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:55.59] Sit, dog sit\n[03:56.67] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit Ft. Busta Rhymes\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: The Love Movement Bonus Disc\n  duration_ms: 273110\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3420\n  end_ms: 4900\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 4900\n  end_ms: 7390\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7390\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12260\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 12260\n  end_ms: 14940\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 14940\n  end_ms: 17410\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 17410\n  end_ms: 20170\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 20170\n  end_ms: 22810\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 22810\n  end_ms: 25020\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 25020\n  end_ms: 27740\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 27740\n  end_ms: 30640\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 30640\n  end_ms: 32910\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 32910\n  end_ms: 35250\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 35250\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 40730\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 40730\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48490\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 48490\n  end_ms: 51220\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 51220\n  end_ms: 53760\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 53760\n  end_ms: 56170\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 56170\n  end_ms: 59050\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 59050\n  end_ms: 61460\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 61460\n  end_ms: 64000\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 64000\n  end_ms: 66580\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 66580\n  end_ms: 69130\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 69130\n  end_ms: 71510\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 71510\n  end_ms: 74380\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 74380\n  end_ms: 76950\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 76950\n  end_ms: 79520\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 79520\n  end_ms: 82100\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 82100\n  end_ms: 84550\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 84550\n  end_ms: 87010\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 87010\n  end_ms: 89670\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 89670\n  end_ms: 92210\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 92210\n  end_ms: 94860\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94860\n  end_ms: 97480\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 97480\n  end_ms: 100090\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 100090\n  end_ms: 102770\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 102770\n  end_ms: 105100\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 105100\n  end_ms: 105930\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 105930\n  end_ms: 107710\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 107710\n  end_ms: 109410\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 109410\n  end_ms: 110480\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 110480\n  end_ms: 112400\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 112400\n  end_ms: 115450\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 115450\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 120950\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 120950\n  end_ms: 123250\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 123250\n  end_ms: 125780\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 125780\n  end_ms: 128420\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 128420\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 133530\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 133530\n  end_ms: 136080\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 136080\n  end_ms: 138830\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 138830\n  end_ms: 141200\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 141200\n  end_ms: 143820\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 143820\n  end_ms: 146440\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 146440\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 151670\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 151670\n  end_ms: 154950\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 154950\n  end_ms: 157090\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 157090\n  end_ms: 159730\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 159730\n  end_ms: 162170\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 162170\n  end_ms: 164460\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 164460\n  end_ms: 166850\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 166850\n  end_ms: 169630\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 169630\n  end_ms: 172350\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 172350\n  end_ms: 175140\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 175140\n  end_ms: 177400\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177400\n  end_ms: 179360\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 179360\n  end_ms: 181870\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 181870\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 184080\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 184080\n  end_ms: 187250\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 187250\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 191330\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 191330\n  end_ms: 192510\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 192510\n  end_ms: 194270\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 194270\n  end_ms: 195890\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 195890\n  end_ms: 197390\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 197390\n  end_ms: 198990\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198990\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204630\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 204630\n  end_ms: 206580\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 206580\n  end_ms: 207850\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 207850\n  end_ms: 211540\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 211540\n  end_ms: 213500\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 213500\n  end_ms: 216290\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 216290\n  end_ms: 218620\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 218620\n  end_ms: 221280\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 221280\n  end_ms: 224750\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 224750\n  end_ms: 226420\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 226420\n  end_ms: 229110\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 229110\n  end_ms: 232520\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 232520\n  end_ms: 235590\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 235590\n  end_ms: 236670\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 236670\n  end_ms: 239450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239450\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":14693115,"name":"One, Two, Shit (Feat. Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"One, Two, Shit (Feat. Busta Rhymes)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"Hits, Rarities & Remixes","duration":272.226667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.73] One, two, one, two\n[00:03.95] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:05.34] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.68] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:10.43] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:12.72] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:15.24] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:18.00] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.68] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:24.07] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:26.12] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:28.53] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.82] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:33.11] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:36.39] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:39.31] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:41.33] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:43.77] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:46.65] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:49.12] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:51.72] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:54.48] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:56.79] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:00.10] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:02.63] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:04.96] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:07.36] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:10.59] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:12.12] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:14.39] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:17.68] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:19.77] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:21.63] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:25.23] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:27.84] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:31.17] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.05] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:36.49] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:37.88] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:39.53] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:43.16] Question\n[01:44.00] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:45.97] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:47.58] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:49.21] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:50.77] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:53.30] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:56.55] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[01:59.14] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:01.35] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:03.87] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:06.37] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:08.84] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:11.47] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:14.27] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:17.58] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:19.33] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:21.73] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:24.38] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:26.86] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:30.12] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:33.87] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:35.42] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:38.36] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:40.00] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:42.97] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:45.13] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:47.76] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:50.06] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:52.81] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:55.99] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:57.73] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.62] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:00.97] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:02.02] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:05.13] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:07.04] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:09.63] You beat them like they father\n[03:10.89] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:12.59] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:13.49] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:15.76] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.36] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:20.73] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:22.64] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:24.44] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:26.02] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:29.67] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:31.98] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:34.50] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:36.84] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:40.60] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:42.87] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:44.56] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:47.67] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:50.17] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:53.73] Sit, dog sit\n[03:55.00] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One, Two, Shit (Feat. Busta Rhymes)\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: Hits, Rarities & Remixes\n  duration_ms: 272227\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3950\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3950\n  end_ms: 5340\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 5340\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 10430\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 10430\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15240\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 15240\n  end_ms: 18000\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 18000\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28530\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 28530\n  end_ms: 30820\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 30820\n  end_ms: 33110\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 33110\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39310\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 39310\n  end_ms: 41330\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 41330\n  end_ms: 43770\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 43770\n  end_ms: 46650\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 46650\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 54480\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 54480\n  end_ms: 56790\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 56790\n  end_ms: 60100\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 60100\n  end_ms: 62630\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 62630\n  end_ms: 64960\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 64960\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 70590\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 70590\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77680\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 77680\n  end_ms: 79770\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 79770\n  end_ms: 81630\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 81630\n  end_ms: 85230\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 85230\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 91170\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 91170\n  end_ms: 94050\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94050\n  end_ms: 96490\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 96490\n  end_ms: 97880\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 97880\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 103160\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 103160\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 105970\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 105970\n  end_ms: 107580\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 107580\n  end_ms: 109210\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 109210\n  end_ms: 110770\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 110770\n  end_ms: 113300\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 113300\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 119140\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 119140\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 123870\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 123870\n  end_ms: 126370\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128840\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 128840\n  end_ms: 131470\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 131470\n  end_ms: 134270\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 134270\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 139330\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 139330\n  end_ms: 141730\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 141730\n  end_ms: 144380\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 144380\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 150120\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 150120\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155420\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 155420\n  end_ms: 158360\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 158360\n  end_ms: 160000\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 160000\n  end_ms: 162970\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 162970\n  end_ms: 165130\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 165130\n  end_ms: 167760\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 167760\n  end_ms: 170060\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 170060\n  end_ms: 172810\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 172810\n  end_ms: 175990\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 179620\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 179620\n  end_ms: 180970\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 180970\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 189630\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 189630\n  end_ms: 190890\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 190890\n  end_ms: 192590\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 192590\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 195760\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 195760\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 200730\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 200730\n  end_ms: 202640\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 202640\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 206020\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 206020\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 214500\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 214500\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 220600\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 220600\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 227670\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 227670\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233730\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 233730\n  end_ms: 235000\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 235000\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239330\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"},{"id":14352345,"name":"One Two Shit (Ft Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"One Two Shit (Ft Busta Rhymes)","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"The Love Movement CD 2","duration":273.066667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\nYes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\nIt go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\nAnd when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\nOh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\nI'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\nOne, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\nMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\nDon't do the crime if you can't do the time\nThe time is eternal when you play with the miser\nSoul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\nThe tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\nSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\nBrothers need to come with better compositions\nI write and recite to make good position\n\nIn this rap game here, we engineer\nStabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\nAnd I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\nBeatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\nGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\nMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\nPeace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\nDo a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\nComin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\nFlappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\nWhat you really need to do is just boogie your ass\nIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\nLet the good times roll 'cuz we in control\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\nLet the good times roll, let the good times roll\nTake you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\nQuestion\nWhy is that MC's be wack\nAnd major labels wanna sound like crap?\nAiyyo, funk dat\n\nWord to life, I'm comin' rugged\n'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\nIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\nRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\nPut down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\nHow long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\nThe name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\nIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\nSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\nI rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\nGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\nI bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\nRude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\nComin' back on kids like Joey Montana\nWe be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\nMad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\nSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\nAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\nSee, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\nMoney on my mind so never mind a trick\nNew York is the town and the team is the Knicks\nWorld's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\nHere comes Shaheed with the big green shark\nNever had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\nNever mind dat mon here come de dread\n\nWe comin' far, far, far\nBusta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\nYa know ya hear me Star\nBet your bottom dollah\n\nRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\nWhether it be today or tomorrow\nNiggaz be collaboratin' sickening\nYou beat them like they father\n\nOh, shit, check out what I saying\nAh hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\nYou know my niggaz don't be playing\nOnce upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\nI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\nTo define, lyrical sensations\nBlack masons blowin' up the spot\nJust to represent the Nations\n\nThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\nFat like a burger and fries\nMama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\nGo back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\nEeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\nGathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\nAs I carry on with my proceedings\nGreetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\nBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\nI hope you find civilized every soul and every race\nSit, dog sit\nBusta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.42] One, two, one, two\n[00:04.90] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:07.39] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:09.76] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:12.26] Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n[00:14.94] Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n[00:17.41] It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:20.17] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:22.81] And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n[00:25.02] And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n[00:27.74] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:30.64] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:32.91] Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n[00:35.25] Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n[00:38.28] I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:40.73] One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n[00:43.36] MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n[00:45.75] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n[00:48.49] The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n[00:51.22] Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n[00:53.76] The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n[00:56.17] Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n[00:59.05] Brothers need to come with better compositions\n[01:01.46] I write and recite to make good position\n[01:04.00] In this rap game here, we engineer\n[01:06.58] Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n[01:09.13] And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n[01:11.51] Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n[01:14.38] Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n[01:16.95] My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n[01:19.52] Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n[01:22.10] Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n[01:24.55] Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n[01:27.01] Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n[01:29.67] What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n[01:32.21] It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n[01:34.86] Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n[01:37.48] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:40.09] Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n[01:42.77] Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n[01:45.10] Question\n[01:45.93] Why is that MC's be wack\n[01:47.71] And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n[01:49.41] Aiyyo, funk dat\n[01:50.48] Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n[01:52.40] 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n[01:55.45] If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n[01:58.05] Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n[02:00.95] Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n[02:03.25] How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n[02:05.78] The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n[02:08.42] It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n[02:10.82] So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n[02:13.53] I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n[02:16.08] Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n[02:18.83] I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n[02:21.20] Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n[02:23.82] Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n[02:26.44] We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n[02:29.08] Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n[02:31.67] So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n[02:34.95] An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n[02:37.09] 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n[02:39.73] See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n[02:42.17] Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n[02:44.46] New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n[02:46.85] World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n[02:49.63] Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n[02:52.35] Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n[02:55.14] Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n[02:57.40] We comin' far, far, far\n[02:59.36] Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n[03:01.87] Ya know ya hear me Star\n[03:02.71] Bet your bottom dollah\n[03:04.08] Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n[03:07.25] Whether it be today or tomorrow\n[03:09.41] Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n[03:11.33] You beat them like they father\n[03:12.51] Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n[03:14.27] Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n[03:15.89] You know my niggaz don't be playing\n[03:17.39] Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n[03:18.99] I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n[03:22.32] To define, lyrical sensations\n[03:24.63] Black masons blowin' up the spot\n[03:26.58] Just to represent the Nations\n[03:27.85] Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n[03:31.54] Fat like a burger and fries\n[03:33.50] Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n[03:36.29] Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n[03:38.62] Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n[03:41.28] Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n[03:44.75] As I carry on with my proceedings\n[03:46.42] Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n[03:49.11] But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n[03:52.52] I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n[03:55.59] Sit, dog sit\n[03:56.67] Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n[03:59.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Shit (Ft Busta Rhymes)\n  artist: A Tribe Called Quest\n  album: The Love Movement CD 2\n  duration_ms: 273067\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 3420\n  end_ms: 4900\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 4900\n  end_ms: 7390\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 7390\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12260\n- text: Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  start_ms: 12260\n  end_ms: 14940\n- text: Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  start_ms: 14940\n  end_ms: 17410\n- text: It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 17410\n  end_ms: 20170\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 20170\n  end_ms: 22810\n- text: And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  start_ms: 22810\n  end_ms: 25020\n- text: And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  start_ms: 25020\n  end_ms: 27740\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 27740\n  end_ms: 30640\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 30640\n  end_ms: 32910\n- text: Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  start_ms: 32910\n  end_ms: 35250\n- text: Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  start_ms: 35250\n  end_ms: 38280\n- text: I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 38280\n  end_ms: 40730\n- text: One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  start_ms: 40730\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48490\n- text: The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  start_ms: 48490\n  end_ms: 51220\n- text: Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n  start_ms: 51220\n  end_ms: 53760\n- text: The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  start_ms: 53760\n  end_ms: 56170\n- text: Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  start_ms: 56170\n  end_ms: 59050\n- text: Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  start_ms: 59050\n  end_ms: 61460\n- text: I write and recite to make good position\n  start_ms: 61460\n  end_ms: 64000\n- text: In this rap game here, we engineer\n  start_ms: 64000\n  end_ms: 66580\n- text: Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  start_ms: 66580\n  end_ms: 69130\n- text: And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  start_ms: 69130\n  end_ms: 71510\n- text: Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n  start_ms: 71510\n  end_ms: 74380\n- text: Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  start_ms: 74380\n  end_ms: 76950\n- text: My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  start_ms: 76950\n  end_ms: 79520\n- text: Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  start_ms: 79520\n  end_ms: 82100\n- text: Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n  start_ms: 82100\n  end_ms: 84550\n- text: Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  start_ms: 84550\n  end_ms: 87010\n- text: Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  start_ms: 87010\n  end_ms: 89670\n- text: What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  start_ms: 89670\n  end_ms: 92210\n- text: It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n  start_ms: 92210\n  end_ms: 94860\n- text: Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  start_ms: 94860\n  end_ms: 97480\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 97480\n  end_ms: 100090\n- text: Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  start_ms: 100090\n  end_ms: 102770\n- text: Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  start_ms: 102770\n  end_ms: 105100\n- text: Question\n  start_ms: 105100\n  end_ms: 105930\n- text: Why is that MC's be wack\n  start_ms: 105930\n  end_ms: 107710\n- text: And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  start_ms: 107710\n  end_ms: 109410\n- text: Aiyyo, funk dat\n  start_ms: 109410\n  end_ms: 110480\n- text: Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  start_ms: 110480\n  end_ms: 112400\n- text: '''Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love'\n  start_ms: 112400\n  end_ms: 115450\n- text: If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  start_ms: 115450\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 120950\n- text: Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  start_ms: 120950\n  end_ms: 123250\n- text: How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  start_ms: 123250\n  end_ms: 125780\n- text: The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  start_ms: 125780\n  end_ms: 128420\n- text: It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n  start_ms: 128420\n  end_ms: 130820\n- text: So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  start_ms: 130820\n  end_ms: 133530\n- text: I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  start_ms: 133530\n  end_ms: 136080\n- text: Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  start_ms: 136080\n  end_ms: 138830\n- text: I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n  start_ms: 138830\n  end_ms: 141200\n- text: Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  start_ms: 141200\n  end_ms: 143820\n- text: Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  start_ms: 143820\n  end_ms: 146440\n- text: We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  start_ms: 146440\n  end_ms: 149080\n- text: Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n  start_ms: 149080\n  end_ms: 151670\n- text: So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  start_ms: 151670\n  end_ms: 154950\n- text: An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  start_ms: 154950\n  end_ms: 157090\n- text: '''Cuz all deez bitin'' MC''s, lawd dem somethin'' else'\n  start_ms: 157090\n  end_ms: 159730\n- text: See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n  start_ms: 159730\n  end_ms: 162170\n- text: Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  start_ms: 162170\n  end_ms: 164460\n- text: New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  start_ms: 164460\n  end_ms: 166850\n- text: World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  start_ms: 166850\n  end_ms: 169630\n- text: Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  start_ms: 169630\n  end_ms: 172350\n- text: Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  start_ms: 172350\n  end_ms: 175140\n- text: Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n  start_ms: 175140\n  end_ms: 177400\n- text: We comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 177400\n  end_ms: 179360\n- text: Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  start_ms: 179360\n  end_ms: 181870\n- text: Ya know ya hear me Star\n  start_ms: 181870\n  end_ms: 182710\n- text: Bet your bottom dollah\n  start_ms: 182710\n  end_ms: 184080\n- text: Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  start_ms: 184080\n  end_ms: 187250\n- text: Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  start_ms: 187250\n  end_ms: 189410\n- text: Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  start_ms: 189410\n  end_ms: 191330\n- text: You beat them like they father\n  start_ms: 191330\n  end_ms: 192510\n- text: Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  start_ms: 192510\n  end_ms: 194270\n- text: Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  start_ms: 194270\n  end_ms: 195890\n- text: You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  start_ms: 195890\n  end_ms: 197390\n- text: Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n  start_ms: 197390\n  end_ms: 198990\n- text: I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  start_ms: 198990\n  end_ms: 202320\n- text: To define, lyrical sensations\n  start_ms: 202320\n  end_ms: 204630\n- text: Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  start_ms: 204630\n  end_ms: 206580\n- text: Just to represent the Nations\n  start_ms: 206580\n  end_ms: 207850\n- text: Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  start_ms: 207850\n  end_ms: 211540\n- text: Fat like a burger and fries\n  start_ms: 211540\n  end_ms: 213500\n- text: Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  start_ms: 213500\n  end_ms: 216290\n- text: Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n  start_ms: 216290\n  end_ms: 218620\n- text: Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  start_ms: 218620\n  end_ms: 221280\n- text: Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  start_ms: 221280\n  end_ms: 224750\n- text: As I carry on with my proceedings\n  start_ms: 224750\n  end_ms: 226420\n- text: Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n  start_ms: 226420\n  end_ms: 229110\n- text: But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  start_ms: 229110\n  end_ms: 232520\n- text: I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  start_ms: 232520\n  end_ms: 235590\n- text: Sit, dog sit\n  start_ms: 235590\n  end_ms: 236670\n- text: Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n  start_ms: 236670\n  end_ms: 239450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 239450\nplain: |-\n  One, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down\n  Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound\n  It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same\n  And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time\n  Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design\n  I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n  One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two\n\n  MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes\n  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time\n  The time is eternal when you play with the miser\n  Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser\n\n  The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint\n  Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point\n  Brothers need to come with better compositions\n  I write and recite to make good position\n\n  In this rap game here, we engineer\n  Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear\n  And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way\n  Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray\n\n  Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool\n  My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool\n  Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'\n  Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour\n\n  Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics\n  Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets\n  What you really need to do is just boogie your ass\n  It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last\n\n  Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n  Let the good times roll, let the good times roll\n  Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll\n\n  Question\n  Why is that MC's be wack\n  And major labels wanna sound like crap?\n  Aiyyo, funk dat\n\n  Word to life, I'm comin' rugged\n  'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love\n  If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it\n  Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it\n\n  Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap\n  How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?\n  The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style\n  It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild\n\n  So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing\n  I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing\n  Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle\n  I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle\n\n  Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar\n  Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana\n  We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty\n  Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati\n\n  So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man\n  An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself\n  'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else\n  See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt\n\n  Money on my mind so never mind a trick\n  New York is the town and the team is the Knicks\n  World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart\n  Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark\n  Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead\n  Never mind dat mon here come de dread\n\n  We comin' far, far, far\n  Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far\n  Ya know ya hear me Star\n  Bet your bottom dollah\n\n  Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow\n  Whether it be today or tomorrow\n  Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening\n  You beat them like they father\n\n  Oh, shit, check out what I saying\n  Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah\n  You know my niggaz don't be playing\n  Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time\n\n  I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes\n  To define, lyrical sensations\n  Black masons blowin' up the spot\n  Just to represent the Nations\n\n  Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes\n  Fat like a burger and fries\n  Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah\n  Go back to the country to go check my grand mama\n\n  Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings\n  Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings\n  As I carry on with my proceedings\n  Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings\n\n  But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place\n  I hope you find civilized every soul and every race\n  Sit, dog sit\n  Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit\n"}]