[{"id":37089856,"name":"Youthful Expression","trackName":"Youthful Expression","artistName":"A Tribe Called Quest","albumName":"People's Instinctive Travels a","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Q-Tip:\nThe taste of nuthin, this does somethin\nMoms that knows that, says I'm frontin\nCall me Smiley, cuz I'm wiley\nLivin life like the life of Riley\nSmokin blunts with a boy named Bud\nWe cough up your lungs, cough up your cud\nPut out fires, with a 40, ounce of water\nYou know you oughta\nDance to this, your girl you kiss\nI like fried foods, especially fish\nAfrocentric, I'm electric\nSocialistic and eccentric\nBody's healthy, mind is wealthy\nThoughts, they flow, that will propel me\nTo be a Native, get creative\nOriginal and designative\nListen to the line that's playin\nListen hard to what Q's sayin\nPoliticians are magicians\nMake your vote, they hope your wishin\nAmbiguous words, senseless verbs\nThey all amount to crap that's heard\nViolent hip hop, money flip flops\nPromoters won't book, but it still rocks\nI'm a Zulu, yes, a true blue\nRed Alert is with the poo-poo\nOzone layer, loses flava\nHere's the edge that you will savor\n\nJarobi:\nThe economy... politics... police... everything\nExcept for the youth\nBut the youth about to come back\n\nQ-Tip(voice distorted):\nAlright, here they come\nUh oh, uh oh, uh!\n\nQ-Tip:\nWith expressions and I'm guessin\n19 years is a youthful lesson\nFallin skies babe, open eyes babe\nCan't you see what lays inside babe\nMakin mentions on this tension\nRhythmic lovin, my profession\nHips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate\nNo banana, I ain't a primate\nAin't no soul glo, just an afro\nThe head is bred to let the thoughts grow\nQuest together, to lands of never\nSleet and snow and storms can't sever\nTribe is growin, never know when\nFor this time, six necks may show in\nDialogues have been accepted\nNegatives have been rejected\nThat's the music, negro music\nIs here for all, so you must 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true blue\n[01:12.75] Red Alert is with the poo-poo\n[01:14.92] Ozone layer, loses flava\n[01:17.33] Here's the edge that you will savor\n[01:19.51] Jarobi:\n[01:37.17] The economy... politics... police... everything\n[01:47.19] Except for the youth\n[01:49.79] But the youth about to come back\n[01:54.89] Q-Tip(voice distorted):\n[01:56.22] Alright, here they come\n[01:57.03] Uh oh, uh oh, uh!\n[01:57.68] Q-Tip:\n[01:58.25] With expressions and I'm guessin\n[01:59.14] 19 years is a youthful lesson\n[02:00.20] Fallin skies babe, open eyes babe\n[02:01.29] Can't you see what lays inside babe\n[02:03.12] Makin mentions on this tension\n[02:05.38] Rhythmic lovin, my profession\n[02:07.85] Hips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate\n[02:09.72] No banana, I ain't a primate\n[02:12.11] Ain't no soul glo, just an afro\n[02:14.32] The head is bred to let the thoughts grow\n[02:16.59] Quest together, to lands of never\n[02:18.57] Sleet and snow and storms can't sever\n[02:20.96] Tribe is growin, never 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Alright, here they come\n  Uh oh, uh oh, uh!\n\n  Q-Tip:\n  With expressions and I'm guessin\n  19 years is a youthful lesson\n  Fallin skies babe, open eyes babe\n  Can't you see what lays inside babe\n  Makin mentions on this tension\n  Rhythmic lovin, my profession\n  Hips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate\n  No banana, I ain't a primate\n  Ain't no soul glo, just an afro\n  The head is bred to let the thoughts grow\n  Quest together, to lands of never\n  Sleet and snow and storms can't sever\n  Tribe is growin, never know when\n  For this time, six necks may show in\n  Dialogues have been accepted\n  Negatives have been rejected\n  That's the music, negro music\n  Is here for all, so you must choose it\n  Phonies fondle, watch it throttle\n  3-6-5 straight out the bottle\n  Bustin caps, finger snaps\n  I prefer the second for ghetto tracks\n  Phife, Jarobi, Ali told me\n  Get the force like Wan Kenobi\n  Force his teachin, beats are screechin\n  Poly plateaus, we aim for reachin\n  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oh, uh oh, uh!\n\nQ-Tip:\nWith expressions and I'm guessin\n19 years is a youthful lesson\nFallin skies babe, open eyes babe\nCan't you see what lays inside babe\nMakin mentions on this tension\nRhythmic lovin, my profession\nHips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate\nNo banana, I ain't a primate\nAin't no soul glo, just an afro\nThe head is bred to let the thoughts grow\nQuest together, to lands of never\nSleet and snow and storms can't sever\nTribe is growin, never know when\nFor this time, six necks may show in\nDialogues have been accepted\nNegatives have been rejected\nThat's the music, negro music\nIs here for all, so you must choose it\nPhonies fondle, watch it throttle\n3-6-5 straight out the bottle\nBustin caps, finger snaps\nI prefer the second for ghetto tracks\nPhife, Jarobi, Ali told me\nGet the force like Wan Kenobi\nForce his teachin, beats are screechin\nPoly plateaus, we aim for reachin\nTribalization, freaks the nation\nA mass of peers in celebration\nHopes been real high, 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