[{"id":9321830,"name":"Two Turntables and a Mic","trackName":"Two Turntables and a Mic","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"War Zone Revisited","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"alright party people, it's about that time\nWe want everybody everybody off the stage\nWho ain't supposed to be on the stage\nAnd you trip over the wire, we gon' get smitty to beat you up\"\nJust clap your hands to the beat\n\"just clap your hands to the beat\" \"you don't stop\"\nIf you look at reality, i bet you can't see what i can see\nWhat could you see buck, another duck\nGettin paid off the bullshit, what the fuck\nNow, you can keep the ball if you want\nBut i'm gonna fight for the right in the name of the blunt\nHip-hop rules, can't nobody touch the flavor\nBrotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor (what!!)\nThat we do whatever we gotta do\nGod bless the budda cess and my whole crew\nOne thing i hate see fuck a hand\nYou and your crew bite my style and you play teddy rucker man\nTimberland on the upper hand\nSee the future plan is to be the man on the mic, huh\nI see for now i got to demonstrate\nHey, hold your head back and feel the weight, remember this?\nTwo turntables and a mic (mic!!)\nOne phat emcee on the set (set!!)\nWatch me blow your back out wit the verb\nHerb, come test buck you get served\nLook, up in the air, it's a bird\nNo, it's super nigga and look he's puffin the herb\nSayin \"chocolate do a nigga justice\"\nBust this, spark another session i'm lovin the mist\nContact in my nostril\nIs a collosal emcee to recollect on set\nThe point is, you get biz on the mic\nLike back in the days, niggas we got more like\nShit, today it take niggas too long to recognize\nJust because i'm not commercialized\nOr when i'm in your town i rock the underground\nBut you don't know me\nCuz i don't got no bitches wit me that's ready to blow me\nHalf bud-ass yellin \"have a good time\"\nNowadays i'd rather have a good rhyme\nCommercial rap get the gun clap\nBuckshot, original mack i'm takin it back\nBack, back to when the wack used to play loafer\nCarryin equiptment, nowadays they gettin over\nSayin it's another form of hip-hop\nBut get dropped wit the ball, back and talk when you walk\nAt night, whenever i stomp i can feel the hawk\nInside of my chest, from the bless\nWhat i manifest is what i bring forth\nHold up people, i'm gettin you lost, wait a minute\nRemember this? remenisce?\nWay back in the days when the battle meant whoever got dis\nNow what they do is this, to ruin this\nThey put a commercial emcee in the business\nTo make a brother like me play the dugout\nThat's that shit, no doubt\nYeah yeah yeah yeah, that's what you been missin\nTwo turntables and a mic\nAnd one phat emcee on the set, blowin up the spot\nMc, dj, this is how we do today\nNiggas can't believe how we do that\nBuckshot, bcc, representin who i be, fap listen\nCheck it out\nBuckshot, beatminerz in the front in the back","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] \"alright party people, it's about that time\n[00:02.00] We want everybody everybody off the stage\n[00:04.67] Who ain't supposed to be on the stage\n[00:09.13] And you trip over the wire, we gon' get smitty to beat you up\"\n[00:13.60] Just clap your hands to the beat\n[00:16.37] \"just clap your hands to the beat\" \"you don't stop\"\n[00:31.75] If you look at reality, i bet you can't see what i can see\n[00:36.32] What could you see buck, another duck\n[00:38.10] Gettin paid off the bullshit, what the fuck\n[00:40.85] Now, you can keep the ball if you want\n[00:43.51] But i'm gonna fight for the right in the name of the blunt\n[00:46.27] Hip-hop rules, can't nobody touch the flavor\n[00:48.01] Brotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor (what!!)\n[00:50.86] That we do whatever we gotta do\n[00:53.58] God bless the budda cess and my whole crew\n[00:55.39] One thing i hate see fuck a hand\n[00:58.07] You and your crew bite my style and you play teddy rucker man\n[01:00.70] Timberland on the upper hand\n[01:02.53] See the future plan is to be the man on the mic, huh\n[01:06.22] I see for now i got to demonstrate\n[01:08.01] Hey, hold your head back and feel the weight, remember this?\n[01:10.79] Two turntables and a mic (mic!!)\n[01:12.50] One phat emcee on the set (set!!)\n[01:15.25] Watch me blow your back out wit the verb\n[01:32.25] Herb, come test buck you get served\n[01:34.95] Look, up in the air, it's a bird\n[01:36.75] No, it's super nigga and look he's puffin the herb\n[01:39.48] Sayin \"chocolate do a nigga justice\"\n[01:42.02] Bust this, spark another session i'm lovin the mist\n[01:44.02] Contact in my nostril\n[01:46.73] Is a collosal emcee to recollect on set\n[01:49.48] The point is, you get biz on the mic\n[01:52.13] Like back in the days, niggas we got more like\n[01:53.90] Shit, today it take niggas too long to recognize\n[01:56.02] Just because i'm not commercialized\n[01:58.53] Or when i'm in your town i rock the underground\n[02:00.38] But you don't know me\n[02:01.27] Cuz i don't got no bitches wit me that's ready to blow me\n[02:03.95] Half bud-ass yellin \"have a good time\"\n[02:06.69] Nowadays i'd rather have a good rhyme\n[02:08.44] Commercial rap get the gun clap\n[02:30.28] Buckshot, original mack i'm takin it back\n[02:32.97] Back, back to when the wack used to play loafer\n[02:35.66] Carryin equiptment, nowadays they gettin over\n[02:38.33] Sayin it's another form of hip-hop\n[02:40.15] But get dropped wit the ball, back and talk when you walk\n[02:42.94] At night, whenever i stomp i can feel the hawk\n[02:45.60] Inside of my chest, from the bless\n[02:48.36] What i manifest is what i bring forth\n[02:50.17] Hold up people, i'm gettin you lost, wait a minute\n[02:53.71] Remember this? remenisce?\n[02:54.68] Way back in the days when the battle meant whoever got dis\n[02:57.35] Now what they do is this, to ruin this\n[03:01.01] They put a commercial emcee in the business\n[03:02.83] To make a brother like me play the dugout\n[03:05.51] That's that shit, no doubt\n[03:28.27] Yeah yeah yeah yeah, that's what you been missin\n[03:30.99] Two turntables and a mic\n[03:32.79] And one phat emcee on the set, blowin up the spot\n[03:36.39] Mc, dj, this is how we do today\n[03:39.02] Niggas can't believe how we do that\n[03:43.63] Buckshot, bcc, representin who i be, fap listen\n[03:46.38] Check it out\n[03:48.15] Buckshot, beatminerz in the front in the back\n[03:52.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Two Turntables and a Mic\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: War Zone Revisited\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"alright party people, it''s about that time'\n  start_ms: 60\n  end_ms: 2000\n- text: We want everybody everybody off the stage\n  start_ms: 2000\n  end_ms: 4670\n- text: Who ain't supposed to be on the stage\n  start_ms: 4670\n  end_ms: 9130\n- text: And you trip over the wire, we gon' get smitty to beat you up\"\n  start_ms: 9130\n  end_ms: 13600\n- text: Just clap your hands to the beat\n  start_ms: 13600\n  end_ms: 16370\n- text: '\"just clap your hands to the beat\" \"you don''t stop\"'\n  start_ms: 16370\n  end_ms: 31750\n- text: If you look at reality, i bet you can't see what i can see\n  start_ms: 31750\n  end_ms: 36320\n- text: What could you see buck, another duck\n  start_ms: 36320\n  end_ms: 38100\n- text: Gettin paid off the bullshit, what the fuck\n  start_ms: 38100\n  end_ms: 40850\n- text: Now, you can keep the ball if you want\n  start_ms: 40850\n  end_ms: 43510\n- text: But i'm gonna fight for the right in the name of the blunt\n  start_ms: 43510\n  end_ms: 46270\n- text: Hip-hop rules, can't nobody touch the flavor\n  start_ms: 46270\n  end_ms: 48010\n- text: Brotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor (what!!)\n  start_ms: 48010\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: That we do whatever we gotta do\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 53580\n- text: God bless the budda cess and my whole crew\n  start_ms: 53580\n  end_ms: 55390\n- text: One thing i hate see fuck a hand\n  start_ms: 55390\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: You and your crew bite my style and you play teddy rucker man\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 60700\n- text: Timberland on the upper hand\n  start_ms: 60700\n  end_ms: 62530\n- text: See the future plan is to be the man on the mic, huh\n  start_ms: 62530\n  end_ms: 66220\n- text: I see for now i got to demonstrate\n  start_ms: 66220\n  end_ms: 68010\n- text: Hey, hold your head back and feel the weight, remember this?\n  start_ms: 68010\n  end_ms: 70790\n- text: Two turntables and a mic (mic!!)\n  start_ms: 70790\n  end_ms: 72500\n- text: One phat emcee on the set (set!!)\n  start_ms: 72500\n  end_ms: 75250\n- text: Watch me blow your back out wit the verb\n  start_ms: 75250\n  end_ms: 92250\n- text: Herb, come test buck you get served\n  start_ms: 92250\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: Look, up in the air, it's a bird\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 96750\n- text: No, it's super nigga and look he's 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how we do that\n  start_ms: 219020\n  end_ms: 223630\n- text: Buckshot, bcc, representin who i be, fap listen\n  start_ms: 223630\n  end_ms: 226380\n- text: Check it out\n  start_ms: 226380\n  end_ms: 228150\n- text: Buckshot, beatminerz in the front in the back\n  start_ms: 228150\n  end_ms: 232640\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 232640\nplain: |-\n  \"alright party people, it's about that time\n  We want everybody everybody off the stage\n  Who ain't supposed to be on the stage\n  And you trip over the wire, we gon' get smitty to beat you up\"\n  Just clap your hands to the beat\n  \"just clap your hands to the beat\" \"you don't stop\"\n  If you look at reality, i bet you can't see what i can see\n  What could you see buck, another duck\n  Gettin paid off the bullshit, what the fuck\n  Now, you can keep the ball if you want\n  But i'm gonna fight for the right in the name of the blunt\n  Hip-hop rules, can't nobody touch the flavor\n  Brotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor (what!!)\n  That we do whatever we gotta do\n  God bless the budda cess and my whole crew\n  One thing i hate see fuck a hand\n  You and your crew bite my style and you play teddy rucker man\n  Timberland on the upper hand\n  See the future plan is to be the man on the mic, huh\n  I see for now i got to demonstrate\n  Hey, hold your head back and feel the weight, remember this?\n  Two turntables and a mic (mic!!)\n  One phat emcee on the set (set!!)\n  Watch me blow your back out wit the verb\n  Herb, come test buck you get served\n  Look, up in the air, it's a bird\n  No, it's super nigga and look he's puffin the herb\n  Sayin \"chocolate do a nigga justice\"\n  Bust this, spark another session i'm lovin the mist\n  Contact in my nostril\n  Is a collosal emcee to recollect on set\n  The point is, you get biz on the mic\n  Like back in the days, niggas we got more like\n  Shit, today it take niggas too long to recognize\n  Just because i'm not commercialized\n  Or when i'm in your town i rock the underground\n  But you don't know me\n  Cuz i don't got no bitches wit me that's ready to blow me\n  Half bud-ass yellin \"have a good time\"\n  Nowadays i'd rather have a good rhyme\n  Commercial rap get the gun clap\n  Buckshot, original mack i'm takin it back\n  Back, back to when the wack used to play loafer\n  Carryin equiptment, nowadays they gettin over\n  Sayin it's another form of hip-hop\n  But get dropped wit the ball, back and talk when you walk\n  At night, whenever i stomp i can feel the hawk\n  Inside of my chest, from the bless\n  What i manifest is what i bring forth\n  Hold up people, i'm gettin you lost, wait a minute\n  Remember this? remenisce?\n  Way back in the days when the battle meant whoever got dis\n  Now what they do is this, to ruin this\n  They put a commercial emcee in the business\n  To make a brother like me play the dugout\n  That's that shit, no doubt\n  Yeah yeah yeah yeah, that's what you been missin\n  Two turntables and a mic\n  And one phat emcee on the set, blowin up the spot\n  Mc, dj, this is how we do today\n  Niggas can't believe how we do that\n  Buckshot, bcc, representin who i be, fap listen\n  Check it out\n  Buckshot, beatminerz in the front in the back\n"},{"id":30949190,"name":"Two Turntables and a Mic","trackName":"Two Turntables and a Mic","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Boot Camp Clik's Greatest Hits: Basic Training","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"alright party people, it's about that time\nWe want everybody everybody off the stage\nWho ain't supposed to be on the stage\nAnd you trip over the wire, we gon' get smitty to beat you up\"\nJust clap your hands to the beat\n\"just clap your hands to the beat\" \"you don't stop\"\nIf you look at reality, i bet you can't see what i can see\nWhat could you see buck, another duck\nGettin paid off the bullshit, what the fuck\nNow, you can keep the ball if you want\nBut i'm gonna fight for the right in the name of the blunt\nHip-hop rules, can't nobody touch the flavor\nBrotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor (what!!)\nThat we do whatever we gotta do\nGod bless the budda cess and my whole crew\nOne thing i hate see fuck a hand\nYou and your crew bite my style and you play teddy rucker man\nTimberland on the upper hand\nSee the future plan is to be the man on the mic, huh\nI see for now i got to demonstrate\nHey, hold your head back and feel the weight, remember this?\nTwo turntables and a mic (mic!!)\nOne phat emcee on the set (set!!)\nWatch me blow your back out wit the verb\nHerb, come test buck you get served\nLook, up in the air, it's a bird\nNo, it's super nigga and look he's puffin the herb\nSayin \"chocolate do a nigga justice\"\nBust this, spark another session i'm lovin the mist\nContact in my nostril\nIs a collosal emcee to recollect on set\nThe point is, you get biz on the mic\nLike back in the days, niggas we got more like\nShit, today it take niggas too long to recognize\nJust because 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one phat emcee on the set, blowin up the spot\nMc, dj, this is how we do today\nNiggas can't believe how we do that\nBuckshot, bcc, representin who i be, fap listen\nCheck it out\nBuckshot, beatminerz in the front in the back","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] \"alright party people, it's about that time\n[00:02.00] We want everybody everybody off the stage\n[00:04.67] Who ain't supposed to be on the stage\n[00:09.13] And you trip over the wire, we gon' get smitty to beat you up\"\n[00:13.60] Just clap your hands to the beat\n[00:16.37] \"just clap your hands to the beat\" \"you don't stop\"\n[00:31.75] If you look at reality, i bet you can't see what i can see\n[00:36.32] What could you see buck, another duck\n[00:38.10] Gettin paid off the bullshit, what the fuck\n[00:40.85] Now, you can keep the ball if you want\n[00:43.51] But i'm gonna fight for the right in the name of the blunt\n[00:46.27] Hip-hop rules, can't nobody touch the flavor\n[00:48.01] Brotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor (what!!)\n[00:50.86] That we do whatever we gotta do\n[00:53.58] God bless the budda cess and my whole crew\n[00:55.39] One thing i hate see fuck a hand\n[00:58.07] You and your crew bite my style and you play teddy rucker man\n[01:00.70] Timberland on the upper hand\n[01:02.53] See the future plan is to be the man on the mic, huh\n[01:06.22] I see for now i got to demonstrate\n[01:08.01] Hey, hold your head back and feel the weight, remember this?\n[01:10.79] Two turntables and a mic (mic!!)\n[01:12.50] One phat emcee on the set (set!!)\n[01:15.25] Watch me blow your back out wit the verb\n[01:32.25] Herb, come test buck you get served\n[01:34.95] Look, up in the air, it's a bird\n[01:36.75] No, it's super nigga and look he's puffin the herb\n[01:39.48] Sayin \"chocolate do a nigga justice\"\n[01:42.02] Bust this, spark another session i'm lovin the mist\n[01:44.02] Contact in my nostril\n[01:46.73] Is a collosal emcee to recollect on set\n[01:49.48] The point is, you get biz on the mic\n[01:52.13] Like back in the days, niggas we got more like\n[01:53.90] Shit, today it take niggas too long to recognize\n[01:56.02] Just because i'm not commercialized\n[01:58.53] Or when i'm in your town i rock the underground\n[02:00.38] But you don't know me\n[02:01.27] Cuz i don't got no bitches wit me that's ready to blow me\n[02:03.95] Half bud-ass yellin \"have a good time\"\n[02:06.69] Nowadays i'd rather have a good rhyme\n[02:08.44] Commercial rap get the gun clap\n[02:30.28] Buckshot, original mack i'm takin it back\n[02:32.97] Back, back to when the wack used to play loafer\n[02:35.66] Carryin equiptment, nowadays they gettin over\n[02:38.33] Sayin it's another form of hip-hop\n[02:40.15] But get dropped wit the ball, back and talk when you walk\n[02:42.94] At night, whenever i stomp i can feel the hawk\n[02:45.60] Inside of my chest, from the bless\n[02:48.36] What i manifest is what i bring forth\n[02:50.17] Hold up people, i'm gettin you lost, wait a minute\n[02:53.71] Remember this? remenisce?\n[02:54.68] Way back in the days when the battle meant whoever got dis\n[02:57.35] Now what they do is this, to ruin this\n[03:01.01] They put a commercial emcee in the business\n[03:02.83] To make a brother like me play the dugout\n[03:05.51] That's that shit, no doubt\n[03:28.27] Yeah yeah yeah yeah, that's what you been missin\n[03:30.99] Two turntables and a mic\n[03:32.79] And one phat emcee on the set, blowin up the spot\n[03:36.39] Mc, dj, this is how we do today\n[03:39.02] Niggas can't believe how we do that\n[03:43.63] Buckshot, bcc, representin who i be, fap listen\n[03:46.38] Check it out\n[03:48.15] Buckshot, beatminerz in the front in the back\n[03:52.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Two Turntables and a Mic\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: 'Boot Camp Clik''s Greatest Hits: Basic Training'\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"alright party people, it''s about that time'\n  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