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*tchk* Sucker, you wish\nI flow like water, slaughter\nPut you out of order. floored ya!\nRappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\nTo be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\nWith the knack to attract the pack\nSo just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\nAnd just go with the flow you know\nIn the place to be with my man Marley Marl\nSendin this out to Divine Force\nCan't forget my main man Heavy D\nAnd to my good brothers EPMD\nAnd to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\nCan't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\nI say, peace!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young, Gifted and Black\n  artist: Big Daddy Kane\n  album: The Very Best of Big Daddy Kane\n  duration_ms: 193200\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Minister Farrakhan]\n  So out of the MERCY of Allah\n  And the LAW, written in our nature\n  We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\n  And when that individual, I make, NO apologies\n  For what I'm about to say\n\n  [Big Daddy Kane]\n  Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\n  To obey okay so let the man build\n  Words of rapture that you have to capture\n  And I just slapped ya\n  With the hand full of literature\n  That's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\n  Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase\n  Competition you must be on freebase\n  Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken\n  Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\n  Cause I got a strangehold\n  You're still cold off the road for the role you stole\n  Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\n  Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\n  I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\n  I'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\n  Mic like a hammer, and drop grammar\n  Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\n  Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\n  They get the boot and played like a flute\n  So just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\n  Open your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\n  Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue\n  Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\n  In other words, you're half-steppin'\n  Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\n  Is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\n  But when it come to hype rhymes I got one\n  Just like the album is still the same\n  _Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\n  I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\n  To fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\n  We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n  *Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\n  If we didn't revive em, bring back alive\n  Old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\n  You'd be another memory to us\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  So understand, the way that I live\n  That's positive - and the message I got to give\n  It's a benefit for you and me\n  I'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\n  The chosen one that has turned a new leaf\n  I got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\n  No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\n  The Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish\n  I flow like water, slaughter\n  Put you out of order. floored ya!\n  Rappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\n  To be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\n  With the knack to attract the pack\n  So just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\n  And just go with the flow you know\n  In the place to be with my man Marley Marl\n  Sendin this out to Divine Force\n  Can't forget my main man Heavy D\n  And to my good brothers EPMD\n  And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\n  Can't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\n  I say, peace!\n"},{"id":34091600,"name":"Young, Gifted and Black","trackName":"Young, Gifted and Black","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"The Very Best of Big Daddy Kane  (Compilation)","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Minister Farrakhan]\nSo out of the MERCY of Allah\nAnd the LAW, written in our nature\nWe call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\nAnd when that individual, I make, NO apologies\nFor what I'm about to say\n\n[Big Daddy Kane]\nRough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\nTo obey okay so let the man build\nWords of rapture that you have to capture\nAnd I just slapped ya\nWith the hand full of literature\nThat's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\nRappers I replace, rub out, and erase\nCompetition you must be on freebase\nSmokin or chokin, bound to be broken\nMan, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\nCause I got a strangehold\nYou're still cold off the road for the role you stole\nRhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\nCrossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\nI'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\nI'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\nMic like a hammer, and drop grammar\nTreat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\nThose who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\nThey get the boot and played like a flute\nSo just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\nOpen your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\nRagtag and dog, put you in the morgue\nBecause you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\nIn other words, you're half-steppin'\nTiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\nIs not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\nBut when it come to hype rhymes I got one\nJust like the album is still the same\n_Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\nI still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\nTo fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\nWe sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n*Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\nIf we didn't revive em, bring back alive\nOld beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\nYou'd be another memory to us\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nSo understand, the way that I live\nThat's positive - and the message I got to give\nIt's a benefit for you and me\nI'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\nThe chosen one that has turned a new leaf\nI got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\nNo pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\nThe Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish\nI flow like water, slaughter\nPut you out of order. floored ya!\nRappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\nTo be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\nWith the knack to attract the pack\nSo just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\nAnd just go with the flow you know\nIn the place to be with my man Marley Marl\nSendin this out to Divine Force\nCan't forget my main man Heavy D\nAnd to my good brothers EPMD\nAnd to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\nCan't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\nI say, peace!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young, Gifted and Black\n  artist: Big Daddy Kane\n  album: The Very Best of Big Daddy Kane  (Compilation)\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Minister Farrakhan]\n  So out of the MERCY of Allah\n  And the LAW, written in our nature\n  We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\n  And when that individual, I make, NO apologies\n  For what I'm about to say\n\n  [Big Daddy Kane]\n  Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\n  To obey okay so let the man build\n  Words of rapture that you have to capture\n  And I just slapped ya\n  With the hand full of literature\n  That's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\n  Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase\n  Competition you must be on freebase\n  Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken\n  Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\n  Cause I got a strangehold\n  You're still cold off the road for the role you stole\n  Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\n  Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\n  I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\n  I'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\n  Mic like a hammer, and drop grammar\n  Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\n  Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\n  They get the boot and played like a flute\n  So just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\n  Open your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\n  Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue\n  Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\n  In other words, you're half-steppin'\n  Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\n  Is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\n  But when it come to hype rhymes I got one\n  Just like the album is still the same\n  _Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\n  I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\n  To fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\n  We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n  *Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\n  If we didn't revive em, bring back alive\n  Old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\n  You'd be another memory to us\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  So understand, the way that I live\n  That's positive - and the message I got to give\n  It's a benefit for you and me\n  I'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\n  The chosen one that has turned a new leaf\n  I got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\n  No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\n  The Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish\n  I flow like water, slaughter\n  Put you out of order. floored ya!\n  Rappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\n  To be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\n  With the knack to attract the pack\n  So just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\n  And just go with the flow you know\n  In the place to be with my man Marley Marl\n  Sendin this out to Divine Force\n  Can't forget my main man Heavy D\n  And to my good brothers EPMD\n  And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\n  Can't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\n  I say, peace!\n"},{"id":2203277,"name":"Young, Gifted And Black","trackName":"Young, Gifted And Black","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"It's A Big Daddy Thing","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Minister Farrakhan]\nSo out of the MERCY of Allah\nAnd the LAW, written in our nature\nWe call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\nAnd when that individual, I make, NO apologies\nFor what I'm about to say\n\n[Big Daddy Kane]\nRough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\nTo obey okay so let the man build\nWords of rapture that you have to capture\nAnd I just slapped ya\nWith the hand full of literature\nThat's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\nRappers I replace, rub out, and erase\nCompetition you must be on freebase\nSmokin or chokin, bound to be broken\nMan, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\nCause I got a strangehold\nYou're still cold off the road for the role you stole\nRhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\nCrossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\nI'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\nI'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\nMic like a hammer, and drop grammar\nTreat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\nThose who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\nThey get the boot and played like a flute\nSo just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\nOpen your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\nRagtag and dog, put you in the morgue\nBecause you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\nIn other words, you're half-steppin'\nTiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\nIs not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\nBut when it come to hype rhymes I got one\nJust like the album is still the same\n_Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\nI still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\nTo fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\nWe sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n*Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\nIf we didn't revive em, bring back alive\nOld beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\nYou'd be another memory to us\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nSo understand, the way that I live\nThat's positive - and the message I got to give\nIt's a benefit for you and me\nI'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\nThe chosen one that has turned a new leaf\nI got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\nNo pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\nThe Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish\nI flow like water, slaughter\nPut you out of order. floored ya!\nRappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\nTo be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\nWith the knack to attract the pack\nSo just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\nAnd just go with the flow you know\nIn the place to be with my man Marley Marl\nSendin this out to Divine Force\nCan't forget my main man Heavy D\nAnd to my good brothers EPMD\nAnd to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\nCan't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\nI say, peace!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.26] Out of the mercy of Allah\n[00:02.33] And the law, written in our nature\n[00:06.16] We call an individual into existence\n[00:09.52] And when that individual come\n[00:11.55] I make no apologies for what I'm about to say\n[00:15.25] Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\n[00:18.18] To obey, okay, so let the man build\n[00:20.97] Words of rapture that you have to capture\n[00:23.96] And I just slapped ya\n[00:25.67] With the hand full of literature\n[00:27.66] That's dope, def' fresh hype choice, smooth and raw\n[00:30.32] Rappers I replace, rub out and erase\n[00:33.21] Competition, you must be on freebase\n[00:35.25] Smoking or choking, bound to be broken\n[00:37.84] Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm choking\n[00:41.08] 'Cause I got a stranglehold\n[00:42.55] You're still cold on parole for the role you stole\n[00:45.49] Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\n[00:47.82] Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\n[00:50.78] I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\n[00:52.73] I'm a rebel, blessed, able to hold a\n[00:55.58] Mic like a hammer and drop grammar\n[00:57.75] Treat a rapper like a wrestler and body slam 'em\n[01:00.63] Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\n[01:03.37] They get the boot and played like a flute\n[01:05.17] So just play mute, don't even whisper\n[01:08.36] Open your mouth to speak and I'ma diss ya\n[01:10.56] Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue\n[01:12.66] Because you're petty confetti, and not ready to rock steady\n[01:15.96] In other words, you're half-steppin'\n[01:18.26] Tiptoeing, get going because my weapon\n[01:20.92] Is not a nine, an Uzi or a shotgun\n[01:23.49] But when it come to hype rhymes, I got one\n[01:25.73] Just like the album is still the same\n[01:28.25] Long live the Kane, ain't a damn thing changed\n[01:30.74] I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\n[01:33.48] To fill your grill, so don't tell me you're real\n[01:36.13] We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n[01:38.62] Man, you still be home with arthritis\n[01:40.74] If we didn't revive 'em, bring back alive\n[01:42.90] Old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\n[01:46.48] You'd be another memory to us\n[01:48.47] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n[01:51.12] So understand, the way that I live\n[01:53.13] That's positive and the message I got to give\n[01:56.42] Is a benefit for you and me\n[01:58.21] I'm talking 'bout P-E-A-C-E\n[02:00.89] The chosen one that has turned a new leaf\n[02:03.01] I got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\n[02:05.83] No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\n[02:08.57] The Kane falling victim? 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*tchk* Sucker, you wish\nI flow like water, slaughter\nPut you out of order. floored ya!\nRappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\nTo be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\nWith the knack to attract the pack\nSo just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\nAnd just go with the flow you know\nIn the place to be with my man Marley Marl\nSendin this out to Divine Force\nCan't forget my main man Heavy D\nAnd to my good brothers EPMD\nAnd to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\nCan't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\nI say, peace!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young, Gifted and Black\n  artist: Big Daddy Kane\n  album: It’s a Big Daddy Thing\n  duration_ms: 193200\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Minister Farrakhan]\n  So out of the MERCY of Allah\n  And the LAW, written in our nature\n  We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\n  And when that individual, I make, NO apologies\n  For what I'm about to say\n\n  [Big Daddy Kane]\n  Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\n  To obey okay so let the man build\n  Words of rapture that you have to capture\n  And I just slapped ya\n  With the hand full of literature\n  That's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\n  Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase\n  Competition you must be on freebase\n  Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken\n  Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\n  Cause I got a strangehold\n  You're still cold off the road for the role you stole\n  Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\n  Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\n  I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\n  I'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\n  Mic like a hammer, and drop grammar\n  Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\n  Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\n  They get the boot and played like a flute\n  So just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\n  Open your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\n  Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue\n  Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\n  In other words, you're half-steppin'\n  Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\n  Is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\n  But when it come to hype rhymes I got one\n  Just like the album is still the same\n  _Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\n  I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\n  To fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\n  We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n  *Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\n  If we didn't revive em, bring back alive\n  Old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\n  You'd be another memory to us\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  So understand, the way that I live\n  That's positive - and the message I got to give\n  It's a benefit for you and me\n  I'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\n  The chosen one that has turned a new leaf\n  I got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\n  No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\n  The Kane fallin victim? 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*tchk* Sucker, you wish\n  I flow like water, slaughter\n  Put you out of order. floored ya!\n  Rappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\n  To be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\n  With the knack to attract the pack\n  So just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\n  And just go with the flow you know\n  In the place to be with my man Marley Marl\n  Sendin this out to Divine Force\n  Can't forget my main man Heavy D\n  And to my good brothers EPMD\n  And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\n  Can't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\n  I say, peace!\n"},{"id":19018216,"name":"Young, Gifted And Black","trackName":"Young, Gifted And Black","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Rapper's Delight - The Ultimate Collection - 100 Ultimate Hip-Hop Anthems","duration":190.981224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Minister Farrakhan]\nSo out of the MERCY of Allah\nAnd the LAW, written in our nature\nWe call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\nAnd when that individual, I make, NO apologies\nFor what I'm about to say\n\n[Big Daddy Kane]\nRough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\nTo obey okay so let the man build\nWords of rapture that you have to capture\nAnd I just slapped ya\nWith the hand full of literature\nThat's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\nRappers I replace, rub out, and erase\nCompetition you must be on freebase\nSmokin or chokin, bound to be broken\nMan, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\nCause I got a strangehold\nYou're still cold off the road for the role you stole\nRhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\nCrossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\nI'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\nI'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\nMic like a hammer, and drop grammar\nTreat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\nThose who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\nThey get the boot and played like a flute\nSo just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\nOpen your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\nRagtag and dog, put you in the morgue\nBecause you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\nIn other words, you're half-steppin'\nTiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\nIs not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\nBut when it come to hype rhymes I got one\nJust like the album is still the same\n_Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\nI still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\nTo fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\nWe sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n*Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\nIf we didn't revive em, bring back alive\nOld beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\nYou'd be another memory to us\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nSo understand, the way that I live\nThat's positive - and the message I got to give\nIt's a benefit for you and me\nI'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\nThe chosen one that has turned a new leaf\nI got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\nNo pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\nThe Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish\nI flow like water, slaughter\nPut you out of order. floored ya!\nRappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\nTo be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\nWith the knack to attract the pack\nSo just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\nAnd just go with the flow you know\nIn the place to be with my man Marley Marl\nSendin this out to Divine Force\nCan't forget my main man Heavy D\nAnd to my good brothers EPMD\nAnd to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\nCan't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\nI say, peace!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young, Gifted And Black\n  artist: Big Daddy Kane\n  album: Rapper's Delight - The Ultimate Collection - 100 Ultimate Hip-Hop Anthems\n  duration_ms: 190981\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Minister Farrakhan]\n  So out of the MERCY of Allah\n  And the LAW, written in our nature\n  We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\n  And when that individual, I make, NO apologies\n  For what I'm about to say\n\n  [Big Daddy Kane]\n  Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\n  To obey okay so let the man build\n  Words of rapture that you have to capture\n  And I just slapped ya\n  With the hand full of literature\n  That's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\n  Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase\n  Competition you must be on freebase\n  Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken\n  Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\n  Cause I got a strangehold\n  You're still cold off the road for the role you stole\n  Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\n  Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\n  I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\n  I'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\n  Mic like a hammer, and drop grammar\n  Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\n  Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\n  They get the boot and played like a flute\n  So just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\n  Open your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\n  Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue\n  Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\n  In other words, you're half-steppin'\n  Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\n  Is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\n  But when it come to hype rhymes I got one\n  Just like the album is still the same\n  _Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\n  I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\n  To fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\n  We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n  *Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\n  If we didn't revive em, bring back alive\n  Old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\n  You'd be another memory to us\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  So understand, the way that I live\n  That's positive - and the message I got to give\n  It's a benefit for you and me\n  I'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\n  The chosen one that has turned a new leaf\n  I got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\n  No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\n  The Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish\n  I flow like water, slaughter\n  Put you out of order. floored ya!\n  Rappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\n  To be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\n  With the knack to attract the pack\n  So just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\n  And just go with the flow you know\n  In the place to be with my man Marley Marl\n  Sendin this out to Divine Force\n  Can't forget my main man Heavy D\n  And to my good brothers EPMD\n  And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\n  Can't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\n  I say, peace!\n"},{"id":13526965,"name":"Young Gifted and Black","trackName":"Young Gifted and Black","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"80s Rap Hip-Hop Playlist Spotify","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Minister Farrakhan]\nSo out of the MERCY of Allah\nand the LAW, written in our nature\nWe call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\nAnd when that individual, I make, NO apologies\nfor what I'm about to say\n\n[Big Daddy Kane]\nRough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\nto obey okay so let the man build\nwords of rapture that you have to capture\nAnd I just slapped ya\nwith the hand full of literature\nthat's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\nRappers I replace, rub out, and erase\nCompetition you must be on freebase\nSmokin or chokin, bound to be broken\nMan, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\nCause I got a strangehold\nYou're still cold off the road for the role you stole\nRhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\nCrossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\nI'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\nI'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\nmic like a hammer, and drop grammar\nTreat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\nThose who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\nThey get the boot and played like a flute\nso just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\nOpen your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\nRagtag and dog, put you in the morgue\nBecause you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\nIn other words, you're half-steppin'\nTiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\nis not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\nBut when it come to hype rhymes I got one\nJust like the album is still the same\n_Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\nI still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\nto fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\nWe sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n*tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\nIf we didn't revive em, bring back alive\nold beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\nYou'd be another memory to us\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nSo understand, the way that I live\nthat's positive - and the message I got to give\nIt's a benefit for you and me\nI'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\nThe chosen one that has turned a new leaf\nI got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\nNo pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\nThe Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish\nI flow like water, slaughter\nPut you out of order. floored ya!\nRappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\nto be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\nWith the knack to attract the pack\nso just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\nAnd just go with the flow you know\nIn the place to be with my man Marley Marl\nSendin this out to Divine Force\nCan't forget my main man Heavy D\nAnd to my good brothers EPMD\nAnd to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\nCan't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\nI say, peace!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young Gifted and Black\n  artist: Big Daddy Kane\n  album: 80s Rap Hip-Hop Playlist Spotify\n  duration_ms: 194000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Minister Farrakhan]\n  So out of the MERCY of Allah\n  and the LAW, written in our nature\n  We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\n  And when that individual, I make, NO apologies\n  for what I'm about to say\n\n  [Big Daddy Kane]\n  Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\n  to obey okay so let the man build\n  words of rapture that you have to capture\n  And I just slapped ya\n  with the hand full of literature\n  that's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\n  Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase\n  Competition you must be on freebase\n  Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken\n  Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\n  Cause I got a strangehold\n  You're still cold off the road for the role you stole\n  Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\n  Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\n  I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\n  I'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\n  mic like a hammer, and drop grammar\n  Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\n  Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\n  They get the boot and played like a flute\n  so just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\n  Open your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\n  Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue\n  Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\n  In other words, you're half-steppin'\n  Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\n  is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\n  But when it come to hype rhymes I got one\n  Just like the album is still the same\n  _Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\n  I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\n  to fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\n  We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n  *tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\n  If we didn't revive em, bring back alive\n  old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\n  You'd be another memory to us\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  So understand, the way that I live\n  that's positive - and the message I got to give\n  It's a benefit for you and me\n  I'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\n  The chosen one that has turned a new leaf\n  I got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\n  No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\n  The Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish\n  I flow like water, slaughter\n  Put you out of order. floored ya!\n  Rappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\n  to be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\n  With the knack to attract the pack\n  so just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\n  And just go with the flow you know\n  In the place to be with my man Marley Marl\n  Sendin this out to Divine Force\n  Can't forget my main man Heavy D\n  And to my good brothers EPMD\n  And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\n  Can't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\n  I say, peace!\n"},{"id":23955284,"name":"Young, Gifted and Black","trackName":"Young, Gifted and Black","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"The Very Best Of...","duration":145.458292,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Minister Farrakhan]\nSo out of the MERCY of Allah\nAnd the LAW, written in our nature\nWe call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\nAnd when that individual, I make, NO apologies\nFor what I'm about to say\n\n[Big Daddy Kane]\nRough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\nTo obey okay so let the man build\nWords of rapture that you have to capture\nAnd I just slapped ya\nWith the hand full of literature\nThat's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\nRappers I replace, rub out, and erase\nCompetition you must be on freebase\nSmokin or chokin, bound to be broken\nMan, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\nCause I got a strangehold\nYou're still cold off the road for the role you stole\nRhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\nCrossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\nI'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\nI'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\nMic like a hammer, and drop grammar\nTreat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\nThose who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\nThey get the boot and played like a flute\nSo just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\nOpen your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\nRagtag and dog, put you in the morgue\nBecause you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\nIn other words, you're half-steppin'\nTiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\nIs not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\nBut when it come to hype rhymes I got one\nJust like the album is still the same\n_Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\nI still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\nTo fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\nWe sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n*Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\nIf we didn't revive em, bring back alive\nOld beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\nYou'd be another memory to us\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nSo understand, the way that I live\nThat's positive - and the message I got to give\nIt's a benefit for you and me\nI'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\nThe chosen one that has turned a new leaf\nI got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\nNo pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\nThe Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish\nI flow like water, slaughter\nPut you out of order. floored ya!\nRappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\nTo be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\nWith the knack to attract the pack\nSo just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\nAnd just go with the flow you know\nIn the place to be with my man Marley Marl\nSendin this out to Divine Force\nCan't forget my main man Heavy D\nAnd to my good brothers EPMD\nAnd to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\nCan't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\nI say, peace!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young, Gifted and Black\n  artist: Big Daddy Kane\n  album: The Very Best Of...\n  duration_ms: 145458\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Minister Farrakhan]\n  So out of the MERCY of Allah\n  And the LAW, written in our nature\n  We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\n  And when that individual, I make, NO apologies\n  For what I'm about to say\n\n  [Big Daddy Kane]\n  Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\n  To obey okay so let the man build\n  Words of rapture that you have to capture\n  And I just slapped ya\n  With the hand full of literature\n  That's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\n  Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase\n  Competition you must be on freebase\n  Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken\n  Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\n  Cause I got a strangehold\n  You're still cold off the road for the role you stole\n  Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\n  Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\n  I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\n  I'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\n  Mic like a hammer, and drop grammar\n  Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\n  Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\n  They get the boot and played like a flute\n  So just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\n  Open your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\n  Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue\n  Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\n  In other words, you're half-steppin'\n  Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\n  Is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\n  But when it come to hype rhymes I got one\n  Just like the album is still the same\n  _Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\n  I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\n  To fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\n  We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n  *Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\n  If we didn't revive em, bring back alive\n  Old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\n  You'd be another memory to us\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  So understand, the way that I live\n  That's positive - and the message I got to give\n  It's a benefit for you and me\n  I'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\n  The chosen one that has turned a new leaf\n  I got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\n  No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\n  The Kane fallin victim? 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*tchk* Sucker, you wish\nI flow like water, slaughter\nPut you out of order. floored ya!\nRappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\nTo be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\nWith the knack to attract the pack\nSo just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\nAnd just go with the flow you know\nIn the place to be with my man Marley Marl\nSendin this out to Divine Force\nCan't forget my main man Heavy D\nAnd to my good brothers EPMD\nAnd to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\nCan't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\nI say, peace!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young, Gifted, And Black\n  artist: Big Daddy Kane\n  album: The Very Best Of\n  duration_ms: 192970\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Minister Farrakhan]\n  So out of the MERCY of Allah\n  And the LAW, written in our nature\n  We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\n  And when that individual, I make, NO apologies\n  For what I'm about to say\n\n  [Big Daddy Kane]\n  Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\n  To obey okay so let the man build\n  Words of rapture that you have to capture\n  And I just slapped ya\n  With the hand full of literature\n  That's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\n  Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase\n  Competition you must be on freebase\n  Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken\n  Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\n  Cause I got a strangehold\n  You're still cold off the road for the role you stole\n  Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\n  Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\n  I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\n  I'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\n  Mic like a hammer, and drop grammar\n  Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\n  Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\n  They get the boot and played like a flute\n  So just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\n  Open your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\n  Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue\n  Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\n  In other words, you're half-steppin'\n  Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\n  Is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\n  But when it come to hype rhymes I got one\n  Just like the album is still the same\n  _Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\n  I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\n  To fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\n  We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n  *Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\n  If we didn't revive em, bring back alive\n  Old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\n  You'd be another memory to us\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  So understand, the way that I live\n  That's positive - and the message I got to give\n  It's a benefit for you and me\n  I'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\n  The chosen one that has turned a new leaf\n  I got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\n  No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\n  The Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish\n  I flow like water, slaughter\n  Put you out of order. floored ya!\n  Rappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\n  To be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\n  With the knack to attract the pack\n  So just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\n  And just go with the flow you know\n  In the place to be with my man Marley Marl\n  Sendin this out to Divine Force\n  Can't forget my main man Heavy D\n  And to my good brothers EPMD\n  And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\n  Can't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\n  I say, peace!\n"},{"id":39298745,"name":"Young, Gifted and Black","trackName":"Young, Gifted and Black","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Golden Age Hip Hop","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Minister Farrakhan]\nSo out of the MERCY of Allah\nAnd the LAW, written in our nature\nWe call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\nAnd when that individual, I make, NO apologies\nFor what I'm about to say\n\n[Big Daddy Kane]\nRough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\nTo obey okay so let the man build\nWords of rapture that you have to capture\nAnd I just slapped ya\nWith the hand full of literature\nThat's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\nRappers I replace, rub out, and erase\nCompetition you must be on freebase\nSmokin or chokin, bound to be broken\nMan, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\nCause I got a strangehold\nYou're still cold off the road for the role you stole\nRhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\nCrossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\nI'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\nI'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\nMic like a hammer, and drop grammar\nTreat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\nThose who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\nThey get the boot and played like a flute\nSo just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\nOpen your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\nRagtag and dog, put you in the morgue\nBecause you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\nIn other words, you're half-steppin'\nTiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\nIs not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\nBut when it come to hype rhymes I got one\nJust like the album is still the same\n_Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\nI still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\nTo fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\nWe sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n*Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\nIf we didn't revive em, bring back alive\nOld beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\nYou'd be another memory to us\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nSo understand, the way that I live\nThat's positive - and the message I got to give\nIt's a benefit for you and me\nI'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\nThe chosen one that has turned a new leaf\nI got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\nNo pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\nThe Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish\nI flow like water, slaughter\nPut you out of order. floored ya!\nRappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\nTo be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\nWith the knack to attract the pack\nSo just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\nAnd just go with the flow you know\nIn the place to be with my man Marley Marl\nSendin this out to Divine Force\nCan't forget my main man Heavy D\nAnd to my good brothers EPMD\nAnd to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\nCan't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\nI say, peace!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Young, Gifted and Black\n  artist: Big Daddy Kane\n  album: Golden Age Hip Hop\n  duration_ms: 193254\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Minister Farrakhan]\n  So out of the MERCY of Allah\n  And the LAW, written in our nature\n  We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence\n  And when that individual, I make, NO apologies\n  For what I'm about to say\n\n  [Big Daddy Kane]\n  Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill\n  To obey okay so let the man build\n  Words of rapture that you have to capture\n  And I just slapped ya\n  With the hand full of literature\n  That's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw\n  Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase\n  Competition you must be on freebase\n  Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken\n  Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin!\n  Cause I got a strangehold\n  You're still cold off the road for the role you stole\n  Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out\n  Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out\n  I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller\n  I'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a\n  Mic like a hammer, and drop grammar\n  Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him\n  Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute\n  They get the boot and played like a flute\n  So just PLAY mute, don't even whisper\n  Open your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya\n  Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue\n  Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady\n  In other words, you're half-steppin'\n  Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon\n  Is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun\n  But when it come to hype rhymes I got one\n  Just like the album is still the same\n  _Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed\n  I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill\n  To fill your grill so don't tell me you're real\n  We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us\n  *Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis!\n  If we didn't revive em, bring back alive\n  Old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive\n  You'd be another memory to us\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  So understand, the way that I live\n  That's positive - and the message I got to give\n  It's a benefit for you and me\n  I'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E.\n  The chosen one that has turned a new leaf\n  I got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef\n  No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish\n  The Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish\n  I flow like water, slaughter\n  Put you out of order. floored ya!\n  Rappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin\n  To be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon\n  With the knack to attract the pack\n  So just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black\n\n  And just go with the flow you know\n  In the place to be with my man Marley Marl\n  Sendin this out to Divine Force\n  Can't forget my main man Heavy D\n  And to my good brothers EPMD\n  And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast\n  Can't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two\n  I say, peace!\n"}]