[{"id":4488941,"name":"Ya Slippin’","trackName":"Ya Slippin’","artistName":"Boogie Down Productions","albumName":"By All Means Necessary","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\nI'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\nKnow what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\nHappened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\nRed Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\nAbout this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\nYo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\nGiven)\n\nNow what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\nBut let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\nThis is the warning, known as the caution:\nDo not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\nJust like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\nYou can't match this style or attack this\nWhile I'm telling you, write on schedule\nFuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\nDeep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\nNo fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\nTotal domination on stage\nKris is the name, 22 is the age\nThose who wanna battle, I know who you are\nYou got a little girl, you drive a little car\nYou come into the place with that look on your face\nBefore you ran the mile, you lost the race\nSo assume you're doomed when you step in the room\nI'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\nI'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\nI'll slide you to a funky beat\nSo what do we have here?\nA sucka in fear\nI snatched your heart\nPut it way up on the chart\nAt ten you're fucked\nAt nine you suck\nAt eight you're a sucker\nAt seven-a mothafucka\nAt six you're slapped\nAt five you're just wacked\nAt four you're lost\nAt three, you're just soft\nAt two you're an ass\nAt one, you're a dick\nBut before you slip, I'll whip\nCuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\nAnd I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\nSayin?)\n\nI understand that music calms the savage beast\nBut keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\nFirst a bass, a snare\nA little cut over there\nI add my name K-R-S\nAnd the shit becomes fresh\nI ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\nLayin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\nOne again, the tactics of original arts\nWe're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\nWe're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\nGauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\nWe're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\nYou wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\nBecause I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\nRun my rhyme on time and on schedule\nOne after another, another to the next\nCan't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\nCheck your larynx\nIt may get lower havin' sex\nOr may get higher\nWhen bustin' as a liar\nThese are the things I teach so be tought\nTo me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\nIf you come up with a number, notebook, or list\nIt just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\nI'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\nThat gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\nIt's funny\nJust dissin' you I can make money\nBut noone's tippin'\nMy message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\nMan (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\nSayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\nE-N-O, S-R-K\nWhen you go through other albums, you're sure to say\nGoddam! They all seem to sound alike\nTill you hear the crew standin' over in the light\nShowing, glowing, on the top growing\nJust like a river, or better yet a stream\nI'm proud to be down with the winning team\nSo don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\nCuz you'll get walked on like carpet\nWe'll pick you up, and dust you off\nStamp BDP on you're head and you're off\nBut you won't even change that to say instead\nI'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\nSo just before you inherit that ass kicking\nI suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\nDon't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\nMan. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\nSaying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\nIt is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\nHe do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.87] (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n[00:10.42] I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n[00:14.23] Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n[00:18.63] Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n[00:23.28] Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n[00:27.15] About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n[00:31.59] Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n[00:36.04] Given)\n[00:37.59] Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n[00:44.77] But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n[00:47.38] This is the warning, known as the caution:\n[00:50.08] Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n[00:52.60] Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n[00:55.33] You can't match this style or attack this\n[00:57.97] While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n[01:00.56] Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n[01:03.26] Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n[01:05.91] No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n[01:09.04] Total domination on stage\n[01:11.32] Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n[01:13.77] Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n[01:16.11] You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n[01:19.05] You come into the place with that look on your face\n[01:21.58] Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n[01:24.13] So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n[01:26.89] I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n[01:29.55] I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n[01:32.46] I'll slide you to a funky beat\n[01:35.01] So what do we have here?\n[01:36.38] A sucka in fear\n[01:37.77] I snatched your heart\n[01:38.99] Put it way up on the chart\n[01:40.31] At ten you're fucked\n[01:41.50] At nine you suck\n[01:42.92] At eight you're a sucker\n[01:44.29] At seven-a mothafucka\n[01:45.86] At six you're slapped\n[01:46.92] At five you're just wacked\n[01:48.23] At four you're lost\n[01:49.55] At three, you're just soft\n[01:50.70] At two you're an ass\n[01:52.11] At one, you're a dick\n[01:53.44] But before you slip, I'll whip\n[01:55.60] Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n[01:56.94] (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n[02:03.22] And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n[02:07.07] Sayin?)\n[02:08.11] I understand that music calms the savage beast\n[02:14.23] But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n[02:17.02] First a bass, a snare\n[02:18.63] A little cut over there\n[02:19.81] I add my name K-R-S\n[02:21.34] And the shit becomes fresh\n[02:22.68] I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n[02:25.00] Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n[02:27.48] One again, the tactics of original arts\n[02:30.08] We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n[02:32.65] We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n[02:35.54] Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n[02:38.19] We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n[02:41.04] You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n[02:43.51] Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n[02:46.29] Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n[02:48.85] One after another, another to the next\n[02:51.52] Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n[02:54.22] Check your larynx\n[02:55.24] It may get lower havin' sex\n[02:56.78] Or may get higher\n[02:58.24] When bustin' as a liar\n[02:59.68] These are the things I teach so be tought\n[03:02.14] To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n[03:04.64] If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n[03:07.59] It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n[03:09.89] I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n[03:12.55] That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n[03:15.24] It's funny\n[03:16.31] Just dissin' you I can make money\n[03:17.83] But noone's tippin'\n[03:19.26] My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n[03:21.65] (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n[03:29.05] Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n[03:33.20] Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n[03:37.76] E-N-O, S-R-K\n[03:44.30] When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n[03:46.89] Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n[03:49.46] Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n[03:52.08] Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n[03:55.07] Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n[04:00.22] I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n[04:02.62] So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n[04:05.87] Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n[04:08.46] We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n[04:11.14] Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n[04:13.56] But you won't even change that to say instead\n[04:15.91] I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n[04:18.66] So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n[04:21.78] I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n[04:27.96] (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n[04:32.55] Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n[04:35.43] Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n[04:39.84] Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n[04:43.90] It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n[04:49.58] He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n[04:51.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ya Slippin’\n  artist: Boogie Down Productions\n  album: By All Means Necessary\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  start_ms: 6870\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 14230\n- text: Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? 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They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n  start_ms: 267960\n  end_ms: 272550\n- text: Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n  start_ms: 272550\n  end_ms: 275430\n- text: Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n  start_ms: 275430\n  end_ms: 279840\n- text: Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  start_ms: 279840\n  end_ms: 283900\n- text: It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  start_ms: 283900\n  end_ms: 289580\n- text: He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n  start_ms: 289580\n  end_ms: 291840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 291840\nplain: |-\n  (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n  Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n  Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n  About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n  Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n  Given)\n\n  Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n  But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n  This is the warning, known as the caution:\n  Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n  Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n  You can't match this style or attack this\n  While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n  Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n  Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n  No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n  Total domination on stage\n  Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n  Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n  You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n  You come into the place with that look on your face\n  Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n  So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n  I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n  I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n  I'll slide you to a funky beat\n  So what do we have here?\n  A sucka in fear\n  I snatched your heart\n  Put it way up on the chart\n  At ten you're fucked\n  At nine you suck\n  At eight you're a sucker\n  At seven-a mothafucka\n  At six you're slapped\n  At five you're just wacked\n  At four you're lost\n  At three, you're just soft\n  At two you're an ass\n  At one, you're a dick\n  But before you slip, I'll whip\n  Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n  And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n  Sayin?)\n\n  I understand that music calms the savage beast\n  But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n  First a bass, a snare\n  A little cut over there\n  I add my name K-R-S\n  And the shit becomes fresh\n  I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n  Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n  One again, the tactics of original arts\n  We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n  We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n  Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n  We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n  You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n  Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n  Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n  One after another, another to the next\n  Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n  Check your larynx\n  It may get lower havin' sex\n  Or may get higher\n  When bustin' as a liar\n  These are the things I teach so be tought\n  To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n  If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n  It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n  I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n  That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n  It's funny\n  Just dissin' you I can make money\n  But noone's tippin'\n  My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n  (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n  Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n  Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\n  E-N-O, S-R-K\n  When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n  Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n  Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n  Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n  Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n  I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n  So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n  Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n  We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n  Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n  But you won't even change that to say instead\n  I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n  So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n  I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n  Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n  Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n  Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n"},{"id":4488940,"name":"Ya Slippin'","trackName":"Ya Slippin'","artistName":"Boogie Down Productions","albumName":"By All Means Necessary","duration":293.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\nI'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\nKnow what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\nHappened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\nRed Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\nAbout this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\nYo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\nGiven)\n\nNow what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\nBut let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\nThis is the warning, known as the caution:\nDo not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\nJust like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\nYou can't match this style or attack this\nWhile I'm telling you, write on schedule\nFuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\nDeep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\nNo fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\nTotal domination on stage\nKris is the name, 22 is the age\nThose who wanna battle, I know who you are\nYou got a little girl, you drive a little car\nYou come into the place with that look on your face\nBefore you ran the mile, you lost the race\nSo assume you're doomed when you step in the room\nI'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\nI'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\nI'll slide you to a funky beat\nSo what do we have here?\nA sucka in fear\nI snatched your heart\nPut it way up on the chart\nAt ten you're fucked\nAt nine you suck\nAt eight you're a sucker\nAt seven-a mothafucka\nAt six you're slapped\nAt five you're just wacked\nAt four you're lost\nAt three, you're just soft\nAt two you're an ass\nAt one, you're a dick\nBut before you slip, I'll whip\nCuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\nAnd I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\nSayin?)\n\nI understand that music calms the savage beast\nBut keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\nFirst a bass, a snare\nA little cut over there\nI add my name K-R-S\nAnd the shit becomes fresh\nI ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\nLayin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\nOne again, the tactics of original arts\nWe're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\nWe're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\nGauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\nWe're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\nYou wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\nBecause I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\nRun my rhyme on time and on schedule\nOne after another, another to the next\nCan't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\nCheck your larynx\nIt may get lower havin' sex\nOr may get higher\nWhen bustin' as a liar\nThese are the things I teach so be tought\nTo me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\nIf you come up with a number, notebook, or list\nIt just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\nI'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\nThat gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\nIt's funny\nJust dissin' you I can make money\nBut noone's tippin'\nMy message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\nMan (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\nSayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\nE-N-O, S-R-K\nWhen you go through other albums, you're sure to say\nGoddam! They all seem to sound alike\nTill you hear the crew standin' over in the light\nShowing, glowing, on the top growing\nJust like a river, or better yet a stream\nI'm proud to be down with the winning team\nSo don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\nCuz you'll get walked on like carpet\nWe'll pick you up, and dust you off\nStamp BDP on you're head and you're off\nBut you won't even change that to say instead\nI'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\nSo just before you inherit that ass kicking\nI suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\nDon't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\nMan. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\nSaying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\nIt is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\nHe do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.87] (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n[00:10.42] I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n[00:14.23] Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n[00:18.63] Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n[00:23.28] Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n[00:27.15] About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n[00:31.59] Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n[00:36.04] Given)\n[00:37.59] Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n[00:44.77] But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n[00:47.38] This is the warning, known as the caution:\n[00:50.08] Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n[00:52.60] Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n[00:55.33] You can't match this style or attack this\n[00:57.97] While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n[01:00.56] Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n[01:03.26] Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n[01:05.91] No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n[01:09.04] Total domination on stage\n[01:11.32] Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n[01:13.77] Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n[01:16.11] You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n[01:19.05] You come into the place with that look on your face\n[01:21.58] Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n[01:24.13] So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n[01:26.89] I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n[01:29.55] I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n[01:32.46] I'll slide you to a funky beat\n[01:35.01] So what do we have here?\n[01:36.38] A sucka in fear\n[01:37.77] I snatched your heart\n[01:38.99] Put it way up on the chart\n[01:40.31] At ten you're fucked\n[01:41.50] At nine you suck\n[01:42.92] At eight you're a sucker\n[01:44.29] At seven-a mothafucka\n[01:45.86] At six you're slapped\n[01:46.92] At five you're just wacked\n[01:48.23] At four you're lost\n[01:49.55] At three, you're just soft\n[01:50.70] At two you're an ass\n[01:52.11] At one, you're a dick\n[01:53.44] But before you slip, I'll whip\n[01:55.60] Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n[01:56.94] (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n[02:03.22] And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n[02:07.07] Sayin?)\n[02:08.11] I understand that music calms the savage beast\n[02:14.23] But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n[02:17.02] First a bass, a snare\n[02:18.63] A little cut over there\n[02:19.81] I add my name K-R-S\n[02:21.34] And the shit becomes fresh\n[02:22.68] I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n[02:25.00] Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n[02:27.48] One again, the tactics of original arts\n[02:30.08] We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n[02:32.65] We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n[02:35.54] Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n[02:38.19] We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n[02:41.04] You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n[02:43.51] Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n[02:46.29] Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n[02:48.85] One after another, another to the next\n[02:51.52] Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n[02:54.22] Check your larynx\n[02:55.24] It may get lower havin' sex\n[02:56.78] Or may get higher\n[02:58.24] When bustin' as a liar\n[02:59.68] These are the things I teach so be tought\n[03:02.14] To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n[03:04.64] If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n[03:07.59] It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n[03:09.89] I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n[03:12.55] That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n[03:15.24] It's funny\n[03:16.31] Just dissin' you I can make money\n[03:17.83] But noone's tippin'\n[03:19.26] My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n[03:21.65] (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n[03:29.05] Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n[03:33.20] Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n[03:37.76] E-N-O, S-R-K\n[03:44.30] When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n[03:46.89] Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n[03:49.46] Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n[03:52.08] Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n[03:55.07] Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n[04:00.22] I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n[04:02.62] So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n[04:05.87] Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n[04:08.46] We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n[04:11.14] Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n[04:13.56] But you won't even change that to say instead\n[04:15.91] I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n[04:18.66] So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n[04:21.78] I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n[04:27.96] (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n[04:32.55] Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n[04:35.43] Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n[04:39.84] Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n[04:43.90] It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n[04:49.58] He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n[04:51.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ya Slippin'\n  artist: Boogie Down Productions\n  album: By All Means Necessary\n  duration_ms: 293000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  start_ms: 6870\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 14230\n- text: Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? 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They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n  start_ms: 267960\n  end_ms: 272550\n- text: Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n  start_ms: 272550\n  end_ms: 275430\n- text: Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n  start_ms: 275430\n  end_ms: 279840\n- text: Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  start_ms: 279840\n  end_ms: 283900\n- text: It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  start_ms: 283900\n  end_ms: 289580\n- text: He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n  start_ms: 289580\n  end_ms: 291840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 291840\nplain: |-\n  (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n  Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n  Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n  About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n  Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n  Given)\n\n  Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n  But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n  This is the warning, known as the caution:\n  Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n  Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n  You can't match this style or attack this\n  While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n  Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n  Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n  No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n  Total domination on stage\n  Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n  Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n  You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n  You come into the place with that look on your face\n  Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n  So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n  I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n  I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n  I'll slide you to a funky beat\n  So what do we have here?\n  A sucka in fear\n  I snatched your heart\n  Put it way up on the chart\n  At ten you're fucked\n  At nine you suck\n  At eight you're a sucker\n  At seven-a mothafucka\n  At six you're slapped\n  At five you're just wacked\n  At four you're lost\n  At three, you're just soft\n  At two you're an ass\n  At one, you're a dick\n  But before you slip, I'll whip\n  Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n  And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n  Sayin?)\n\n  I understand that music calms the savage beast\n  But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n  First a bass, a snare\n  A little cut over there\n  I add my name K-R-S\n  And the shit becomes fresh\n  I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n  Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n  One again, the tactics of original arts\n  We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n  We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n  Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n  We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n  You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n  Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n  Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n  One after another, another to the next\n  Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n  Check your larynx\n  It may get lower havin' sex\n  Or may get higher\n  When bustin' as a liar\n  These are the things I teach so be tought\n  To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n  If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n  It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n  I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n  That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n  It's funny\n  Just dissin' you I can make money\n  But noone's tippin'\n  My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n  (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n  Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n  Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\n  E-N-O, S-R-K\n  When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n  Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n  Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n  Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n  Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n  I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n  So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n  Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n  We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n  Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n  But you won't even change that to say instead\n  I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n  So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n  I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n  Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n  Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n  Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n"},{"id":8980364,"name":"Ya Slippin'","trackName":"Ya Slippin'","artistName":"Boogie Down Productions","albumName":"By All Means Necessary (Expanded Edition)","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\nI'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\nknow what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\nhappened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\nRed Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\nabout this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\nYo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\ngiven)\n\nNow what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\nBut let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\nThis is the warning, known as the caution:\nDo not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\nJust like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\nYou can't match this style or attack this\nWhile I'm telling you, write on schedule\nFuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\nDeep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\nNo fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\nTotal domination on stage\nKris is the name, 22 is the age\nThose who wanna battle, I know who you are\nYou got a little girl, you drive a little car\nYou come into the place with that look on your face\nBefore you ran the mile, you lost the race\nSo assume you're doomed when you step in the room\nI'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\nI'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\nI'll slide you to a funky beat\nSo what do we have here?\nA sucka in fear\nI snatched your heart\nPut it way up on the chart\nAt ten you're fucked\nAt nine you suck\nAt eight you're a sucker\nAt seven-a mothafucka\nAt six you're slapped\nAt five you're just wacked\nAt four you're lost\nAt three, you're just soft\nAt two you're an ass\nAt one, you're a dick\nBut before you slip, I'll whip\nCuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\nand I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\nsayin?)\n\nI understand that music calms the savage beast\nBut keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\nFirst a bass, a snare\nA little cut over there\nI add my name K-R-S\nAnd the shit becomes fresh\nI ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\nLayin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\nOne again, the tactics of original arts\nWe're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\nWe're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\nGauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\nWe're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\nYou wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\nBecause I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\nRun my rhyme on time and on schedule\nOne after another, another to the next\nCan't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\nCheck your larynx\nIt may get lower havin' sex\nOr may get higher\nWhen bustin' as a liar\nThese are the things I teach so be tought\nTo me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\nIf you come up with a number, notebook, or list\nIt just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\nI'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\nThat gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\nIt's funny\nJust dissin' you I can make money\nBut noone's tippin'\nMy message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\nman (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\nsayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\nE-N-O, S-R-K\nWhen you go through other albums, you're sure to say\nGoddam! They all seem to sound alike\nTill you hear the crew standin' over in the light\nShowing, glowing, on the top growing\nJust like a river, or better yet a stream\nI'm proud to be down with the winning team\nSo don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\nCuz you'll get walked on like carpet\nWe'll pick you up, and dust you off\nStamp BDP on you're head and you're off\nBut you won't even change that to say instead\nI'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\nSo just before you inherit that ass kicking\nI suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\ndon't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\nman. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\nsaying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\nit is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\nhe do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.87] (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n[00:10.42] I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n[00:14.23] know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n[00:18.63] happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n[00:23.28] Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n[00:27.15] about this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n[00:31.59] Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n[00:36.04] given)\n[00:37.59] Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n[00:44.77] But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n[00:47.38] This is the warning, known as the caution:\n[00:50.08] Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n[00:52.60] Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n[00:55.33] You can't match this style or attack this\n[00:57.97] While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n[01:00.56] Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n[01:03.26] Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n[01:05.91] No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n[01:09.04] Total domination on stage\n[01:11.32] Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n[01:13.77] Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n[01:16.11] You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n[01:19.05] You come into the place with that look on your face\n[01:21.58] Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n[01:24.13] So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n[01:26.89] I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n[01:29.55] I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n[01:32.46] I'll slide you to a funky beat\n[01:35.01] So what do we have here?\n[01:36.38] A sucka in fear\n[01:37.77] I snatched your heart\n[01:38.99] Put it way up on the chart\n[01:40.31] At ten you're fucked\n[01:41.50] At nine you suck\n[01:42.92] At eight you're a sucker\n[01:44.29] At seven-a mothafucka\n[01:45.86] At six you're slapped\n[01:46.92] At five you're just wacked\n[01:48.23] At four you're lost\n[01:49.55] At three, you're just soft\n[01:50.70] At two you're an ass\n[01:52.11] At one, you're a dick\n[01:53.44] But before you slip, I'll whip\n[01:55.60] Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n[01:56.94] (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n[02:03.22] and I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n[02:07.07] sayin?)\n[02:08.11] I understand that music calms the savage beast\n[02:14.23] But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n[02:17.02] First a bass, a snare\n[02:18.63] A little cut over there\n[02:19.81] I add my name K-R-S\n[02:21.34] And the shit becomes fresh\n[02:22.68] I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n[02:25.00] Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n[02:27.48] One again, the tactics of original arts\n[02:30.08] We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n[02:32.65] We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n[02:35.54] Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n[02:38.19] We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n[02:41.04] You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n[02:43.51] Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n[02:46.29] Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n[02:48.85] One after another, another to the next\n[02:51.52] Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n[02:54.22] Check your larynx\n[02:55.24] It may get lower havin' sex\n[02:56.78] Or may get higher\n[02:58.24] When bustin' as a liar\n[02:59.68] These are the things I teach so be tought\n[03:02.14] To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n[03:04.64] If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n[03:07.59] It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n[03:09.89] I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n[03:12.55] That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n[03:15.24] It's funny\n[03:16.31] Just dissin' you I can make money\n[03:17.83] But noone's tippin'\n[03:19.26] My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n[03:21.65] (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n[03:29.05] man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n[03:33.20] sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n[03:37.76] E-N-O, S-R-K\n[03:44.30] When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n[03:46.89] Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n[03:49.46] Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n[03:52.08] Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n[03:55.07] Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n[04:00.22] I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n[04:02.62] So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n[04:05.87] Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n[04:08.46] We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n[04:11.14] Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n[04:13.56] But you won't even change that to say instead\n[04:15.91] I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n[04:18.66] So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n[04:21.78] I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n[04:27.96] (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n[04:32.55] don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n[04:35.43] man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n[04:39.84] saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n[04:43.90] it is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n[04:49.58] he do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n[04:51.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ya Slippin'\n  artist: Boogie Down Productions\n  album: By All Means Necessary (Expanded Edition)\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  start_ms: 6870\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 14230\n- text: know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? 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He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 36040\n- text: given)\n  start_ms: 36040\n  end_ms: 37590\n- text: Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n  start_ms: 37590\n  end_ms: 44770\n- text: But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n  start_ms: 44770\n  end_ms: 47380\n- text: 'This is the warning, known as the caution:'\n  start_ms: 47380\n  end_ms: 50080\n- text: Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n  start_ms: 50080\n  end_ms: 52600\n- text: Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n  start_ms: 52600\n  end_ms: 55330\n- text: You can't match this style or attack this\n  start_ms: 55330\n  end_ms: 57970\n- text: While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n  start_ms: 57970\n  end_ms: 60560\n- text: Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n  start_ms: 60560\n  end_ms: 63260\n- text: Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n  start_ms: 63260\n  end_ms: 65910\n- text: No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n  start_ms: 65910\n  end_ms: 69040\n- text: Total domination on stage\n  start_ms: 69040\n  end_ms: 71320\n- text: Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n  start_ms: 71320\n  end_ms: 73770\n- text: Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n  start_ms: 73770\n  end_ms: 76110\n- text: You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n  start_ms: 76110\n  end_ms: 79050\n- text: You come into the place with that look on your face\n  start_ms: 79050\n  end_ms: 81580\n- text: Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n  start_ms: 81580\n  end_ms: 84130\n- text: So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n  start_ms: 84130\n  end_ms: 86890\n- text: I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n  start_ms: 86890\n  end_ms: 89550\n- text: I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n  start_ms: 89550\n  end_ms: 92460\n- text: I'll slide you to a funky beat\n  start_ms: 92460\n  end_ms: 95010\n- text: So what do we have here?\n  start_ms: 95010\n  end_ms: 96380\n- text: A sucka in fear\n  start_ms: 96380\n  end_ms: 97770\n- text: I snatched your heart\n  start_ms: 97770\n  end_ms: 98990\n- text: Put it way up on the chart\n  start_ms: 98990\n  end_ms: 100310\n- text: At ten you're fucked\n  start_ms: 100310\n  end_ms: 101500\n- text: At nine you suck\n  start_ms: 101500\n  end_ms: 102920\n- text: At eight you're a sucker\n  start_ms: 102920\n  end_ms: 104290\n- text: At seven-a mothafucka\n  start_ms: 104290\n  end_ms: 105860\n- text: At six you're slapped\n  start_ms: 105860\n  end_ms: 106920\n- text: At five you're just wacked\n  start_ms: 106920\n  end_ms: 108230\n- text: At four you're lost\n  start_ms: 108230\n  end_ms: 109550\n- text: At three, you're just soft\n  start_ms: 109550\n  end_ms: 110700\n- text: At two you're an ass\n  start_ms: 110700\n  end_ms: 112110\n- text: At one, you're a dick\n  start_ms: 112110\n  end_ms: 113440\n- text: But before you slip, I'll whip\n  start_ms: 113440\n  end_ms: 115600\n- text: Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n  start_ms: 115600\n  end_ms: 116940\n- text: (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n  start_ms: 116940\n  end_ms: 123220\n- text: and I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? 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They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n  start_ms: 267960\n  end_ms: 272550\n- text: don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n  start_ms: 272550\n  end_ms: 275430\n- text: man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n  start_ms: 275430\n  end_ms: 279840\n- text: saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  start_ms: 279840\n  end_ms: 283900\n- text: it is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  start_ms: 283900\n  end_ms: 289580\n- text: he do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n  start_ms: 289580\n  end_ms: 291840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 291840\nplain: |-\n  (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n  happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n  Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n  about this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n  Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n  given)\n\n  Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n  But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n  This is the warning, known as the caution:\n  Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n  Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n  You can't match this style or attack this\n  While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n  Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n  Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n  No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n  Total domination on stage\n  Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n  Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n  You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n  You come into the place with that look on your face\n  Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n  So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n  I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n  I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n  I'll slide you to a funky beat\n  So what do we have here?\n  A sucka in fear\n  I snatched your heart\n  Put it way up on the chart\n  At ten you're fucked\n  At nine you suck\n  At eight you're a sucker\n  At seven-a mothafucka\n  At six you're slapped\n  At five you're just wacked\n  At four you're lost\n  At three, you're just soft\n  At two you're an ass\n  At one, you're a dick\n  But before you slip, I'll whip\n  Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n  and I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n  sayin?)\n\n  I understand that music calms the savage beast\n  But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n  First a bass, a snare\n  A little cut over there\n  I add my name K-R-S\n  And the shit becomes fresh\n  I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n  Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n  One again, the tactics of original arts\n  We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n  We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n  Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n  We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n  You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n  Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n  Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n  One after another, another to the next\n  Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n  Check your larynx\n  It may get lower havin' sex\n  Or may get higher\n  When bustin' as a liar\n  These are the things I teach so be tought\n  To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n  If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n  It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n  I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n  That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n  It's funny\n  Just dissin' you I can make money\n  But noone's tippin'\n  My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n  (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n  man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n  sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\n  E-N-O, S-R-K\n  When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n  Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n  Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n  Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n  Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n  I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n  So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n  Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n  We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n  Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n  But you won't even change that to say instead\n  I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n  So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n  I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n  don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n  man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n  saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  it is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  he do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n"},{"id":29960454,"name":"Ya Slippin'","trackName":"Ya Slippin'","artistName":"Boogie Down Productions","albumName":"By All Means Necessary CD","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\nI'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\nKnow what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\nHappened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\nRed Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\nAbout this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\nYo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\nGiven)\n\nNow what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\nBut let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\nThis is the warning, known as the caution:\nDo not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\nJust like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\nYou can't match this style or attack this\nWhile I'm telling you, write on schedule\nFuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\nDeep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\nNo fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\nTotal domination on stage\nKris is the name, 22 is the age\nThose who wanna battle, I know who you are\nYou got a little girl, you drive a little car\nYou come into the place with that look on your face\nBefore you ran the mile, you lost the race\nSo assume you're doomed when you step in the room\nI'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\nI'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\nI'll slide you to a funky beat\nSo what do we have here?\nA sucka in fear\nI snatched your heart\nPut it way up on the chart\nAt ten you're fucked\nAt nine you suck\nAt eight you're a sucker\nAt seven-a mothafucka\nAt six you're slapped\nAt five you're just wacked\nAt four you're lost\nAt three, you're just soft\nAt two you're an ass\nAt one, you're a dick\nBut before you slip, I'll whip\nCuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\nAnd I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\nSayin?)\n\nI understand that music calms the savage beast\nBut keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\nFirst a bass, a snare\nA little cut over there\nI add my name K-R-S\nAnd the shit becomes fresh\nI ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\nLayin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\nOne again, the tactics of original arts\nWe're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\nWe're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\nGauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\nWe're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\nYou wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\nBecause I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\nRun my rhyme on time and on schedule\nOne after another, another to the next\nCan't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\nCheck your larynx\nIt may get lower havin' sex\nOr may get higher\nWhen bustin' as a liar\nThese are the things I teach so be tought\nTo me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\nIf you come up with a number, notebook, or list\nIt just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\nI'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\nThat gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\nIt's funny\nJust dissin' you I can make money\nBut noone's tippin'\nMy message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\nMan (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\nSayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\nE-N-O, S-R-K\nWhen you go through other albums, you're sure to say\nGoddam! They all seem to sound alike\nTill you hear the crew standin' over in the light\nShowing, glowing, on the top growing\nJust like a river, or better yet a stream\nI'm proud to be down with the winning team\nSo don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\nCuz you'll get walked on like carpet\nWe'll pick you up, and dust you off\nStamp BDP on you're head and you're off\nBut you won't even change that to say instead\nI'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\nSo just before you inherit that ass kicking\nI suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\nDon't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\nMan. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\nSaying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\nIt is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\nHe do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.87] (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n[00:10.42] I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n[00:14.23] Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n[00:18.63] Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n[00:23.28] Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n[00:27.15] About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n[00:31.59] Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n[00:36.04] Given)\n[00:37.59] Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n[00:44.77] But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n[00:47.38] This is the warning, known as the caution:\n[00:50.08] Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n[00:52.60] Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n[00:55.33] You can't match this style or attack this\n[00:57.97] While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n[01:00.56] Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n[01:03.26] Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n[01:05.91] No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n[01:09.04] Total domination on stage\n[01:11.32] Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n[01:13.77] Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n[01:16.11] You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n[01:19.05] You come into the place with that look on your face\n[01:21.58] Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n[01:24.13] So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n[01:26.89] I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n[01:29.55] I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n[01:32.46] I'll slide you to a funky beat\n[01:35.01] So what do we have here?\n[01:36.38] A sucka in fear\n[01:37.77] I snatched your heart\n[01:38.99] Put it way up on the chart\n[01:40.31] At ten you're fucked\n[01:41.50] At nine you suck\n[01:42.92] At eight you're a sucker\n[01:44.29] At seven-a mothafucka\n[01:45.86] At six you're slapped\n[01:46.92] At five you're just wacked\n[01:48.23] At four you're lost\n[01:49.55] At three, you're just soft\n[01:50.70] At two you're an ass\n[01:52.11] At one, you're a dick\n[01:53.44] But before you slip, I'll whip\n[01:55.60] Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n[01:56.94] (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n[02:03.22] And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n[02:07.07] Sayin?)\n[02:08.11] I understand that music calms the savage beast\n[02:14.23] But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n[02:17.02] First a bass, a snare\n[02:18.63] A little cut over there\n[02:19.81] I add my name K-R-S\n[02:21.34] And the shit becomes fresh\n[02:22.68] I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n[02:25.00] Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n[02:27.48] One again, the tactics of original arts\n[02:30.08] We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n[02:32.65] We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n[02:35.54] Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n[02:38.19] We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n[02:41.04] You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n[02:43.51] Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n[02:46.29] Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n[02:48.85] One after another, another to the next\n[02:51.52] Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n[02:54.22] Check your larynx\n[02:55.24] It may get lower havin' sex\n[02:56.78] Or may get higher\n[02:58.24] When bustin' as a liar\n[02:59.68] These are the things I teach so be tought\n[03:02.14] To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n[03:04.64] If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n[03:07.59] It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n[03:09.89] I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n[03:12.55] That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n[03:15.24] It's funny\n[03:16.31] Just dissin' you I can make money\n[03:17.83] But noone's tippin'\n[03:19.26] My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n[03:21.65] (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n[03:29.05] Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n[03:33.20] Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n[03:37.76] E-N-O, S-R-K\n[03:44.30] When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n[03:46.89] Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n[03:49.46] Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n[03:52.08] Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n[03:55.07] Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n[04:00.22] I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n[04:02.62] So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n[04:05.87] Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n[04:08.46] We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n[04:11.14] Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n[04:13.56] But you won't even change that to say instead\n[04:15.91] I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n[04:18.66] So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n[04:21.78] I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n[04:27.96] (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n[04:32.55] Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n[04:35.43] Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n[04:39.84] Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n[04:43.90] It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n[04:49.58] He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n[04:51.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ya Slippin'\n  artist: Boogie Down Productions\n  album: By All Means Necessary CD\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  start_ms: 6870\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 14230\n- text: Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? 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Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n  Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n  About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n  Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n  Given)\n\n  Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n  But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n  This is the warning, known as the caution:\n  Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n  Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n  You can't match this style or attack this\n  While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n  Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n  Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n  No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n  Total domination on stage\n  Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n  Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n  You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n  You come into the place with that look on your face\n  Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n  So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n  I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n  I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n  I'll slide you to a funky beat\n  So what do we have here?\n  A sucka in fear\n  I snatched your heart\n  Put it way up on the chart\n  At ten you're fucked\n  At nine you suck\n  At eight you're a sucker\n  At seven-a mothafucka\n  At six you're slapped\n  At five you're just wacked\n  At four you're lost\n  At three, you're just soft\n  At two you're an ass\n  At one, you're a dick\n  But before you slip, I'll whip\n  Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n  And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n  Sayin?)\n\n  I understand that music calms the savage beast\n  But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n  First a bass, a snare\n  A little cut over there\n  I add my name K-R-S\n  And the shit becomes fresh\n  I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n  Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n  One again, the tactics of original arts\n  We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n  We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n  Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n  We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n  You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n  Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n  Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n  One after another, another to the next\n  Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n  Check your larynx\n  It may get lower havin' sex\n  Or may get higher\n  When bustin' as a liar\n  These are the things I teach so be tought\n  To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n  If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n  It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n  I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n  That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n  It's funny\n  Just dissin' you I can make money\n  But noone's tippin'\n  My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n  (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n  Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n  Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. 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This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n"},{"id":14347465,"name":"Ya Slippin'","trackName":"Ya Slippin'","artistName":"Boogie Down Productions","albumName":"By All Mean Necessary","duration":296.333061,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\nI'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\nknow what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\nhappened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\nRed Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\nabout this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\nYo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\ngiven)\n\nNow what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\nBut let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\nThis is the warning, known as the caution:\nDo not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\nJust like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\nYou can't match this style or attack this\nWhile I'm telling you, write on schedule\nFuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\nDeep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\nNo fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\nTotal domination on stage\nKris is the name, 22 is the age\nThose who wanna battle, I know who you are\nYou got a little girl, you drive a little car\nYou come into the place with that look on your face\nBefore you ran the mile, you lost the race\nSo assume you're doomed when you step in the room\nI'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\nI'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\nI'll slide you to a funky beat\nSo what do we have here?\nA sucka in fear\nI snatched your heart\nPut it way up on the chart\nAt ten you're fucked\nAt nine you suck\nAt eight you're a sucker\nAt seven-a mothafucka\nAt six you're slapped\nAt five you're just wacked\nAt four you're lost\nAt three, you're just soft\nAt two you're an ass\nAt one, you're a dick\nBut before you slip, I'll whip\nCuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\nand I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\nsayin?)\n\nI understand that music calms the savage beast\nBut keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\nFirst a bass, a snare\nA little cut over there\nI add my name K-R-S\nAnd the shit becomes fresh\nI ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\nLayin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\nOne again, the tactics of original arts\nWe're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\nWe're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\nGauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\nWe're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\nYou wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\nBecause I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\nRun my rhyme on time and on schedule\nOne after another, another to the next\nCan't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\nCheck your larynx\nIt may get lower havin' sex\nOr may get higher\nWhen bustin' as a liar\nThese are the things I teach so be tought\nTo me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\nIf you come up with a number, notebook, or list\nIt just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\nI'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\nThat gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\nIt's funny\nJust dissin' you I can make money\nBut noone's tippin'\nMy message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\nman (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\nsayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\nE-N-O, S-R-K\nWhen you go through other albums, you're sure to say\nGoddam! They all seem to sound alike\nTill you hear the crew standin' over in the light\nShowing, glowing, on the top growing\nJust like a river, or better yet a stream\nI'm proud to be down with the winning team\nSo don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\nCuz you'll get walked on like carpet\nWe'll pick you up, and dust you off\nStamp BDP on you're head and you're off\nBut you won't even change that to say instead\nI'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\nSo just before you inherit that ass kicking\nI suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\ndon't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\nman. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\nsaying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\nit is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\nhe do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.87] (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n[00:10.42] I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n[00:14.23] know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n[00:18.63] happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n[00:23.28] Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n[00:27.15] about this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n[00:31.59] Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n[00:36.04] given)\n[00:37.59] Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n[00:44.77] But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n[00:47.38] This is the warning, known as the caution:\n[00:50.08] Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n[00:52.60] Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n[00:55.33] You can't match this style or attack this\n[00:57.97] While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n[01:00.56] Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n[01:03.26] Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n[01:05.91] No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n[01:09.04] Total domination on stage\n[01:11.32] Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n[01:13.77] Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n[01:16.11] You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n[01:19.05] You come into the place with that look on your face\n[01:21.58] Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n[01:24.13] So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n[01:26.89] I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n[01:29.55] I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n[01:32.46] I'll slide you to a funky beat\n[01:35.01] So what do we have here?\n[01:36.38] A sucka in fear\n[01:37.77] I snatched your heart\n[01:38.99] Put it way up on the chart\n[01:40.31] At ten you're fucked\n[01:41.50] At nine you suck\n[01:42.92] At eight you're a sucker\n[01:44.29] At seven-a mothafucka\n[01:45.86] At six you're slapped\n[01:46.92] At five you're just wacked\n[01:48.23] At four you're lost\n[01:49.55] At three, you're just soft\n[01:50.70] At two you're an ass\n[01:52.11] At one, you're a dick\n[01:53.44] But before you slip, I'll whip\n[01:55.60] Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n[01:56.94] (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n[02:03.22] and I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n[02:07.07] sayin?)\n[02:08.11] I understand that music calms the savage beast\n[02:14.23] But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n[02:17.02] First a bass, a snare\n[02:18.63] A little cut over there\n[02:19.81] I add my name K-R-S\n[02:21.34] And the shit becomes fresh\n[02:22.68] I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n[02:25.00] Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n[02:27.48] One again, the tactics of original arts\n[02:30.08] We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n[02:32.65] We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n[02:35.54] Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n[02:38.19] We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n[02:41.04] You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n[02:43.51] Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n[02:46.29] Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n[02:48.85] One after another, another to the next\n[02:51.52] Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n[02:54.22] Check your larynx\n[02:55.24] It may get lower havin' sex\n[02:56.78] Or may get higher\n[02:58.24] When bustin' as a liar\n[02:59.68] These are the things I teach so be tought\n[03:02.14] To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n[03:04.64] If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n[03:07.59] It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n[03:09.89] I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n[03:12.55] That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n[03:15.24] It's funny\n[03:16.31] Just dissin' you I can make money\n[03:17.83] But noone's tippin'\n[03:19.26] My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n[03:21.65] (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n[03:29.05] man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n[03:33.20] sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n[03:37.76] E-N-O, S-R-K\n[03:44.30] When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n[03:46.89] Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n[03:49.46] Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n[03:52.08] Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n[03:55.07] Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n[04:00.22] I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n[04:02.62] So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n[04:05.87] Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n[04:08.46] We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n[04:11.14] Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n[04:13.56] But you won't even change that to say instead\n[04:15.91] I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n[04:18.66] So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n[04:21.78] I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n[04:27.96] (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n[04:32.55] don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n[04:35.43] man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n[04:39.84] saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n[04:43.90] it is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n[04:49.58] he do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n[04:51.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ya Slippin'\n  artist: Boogie Down Productions\n  album: By All Mean Necessary\n  duration_ms: 296333\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  start_ms: 6870\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 14230\n- text: know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? 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They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n  start_ms: 267960\n  end_ms: 272550\n- text: don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n  start_ms: 272550\n  end_ms: 275430\n- text: man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n  start_ms: 275430\n  end_ms: 279840\n- text: saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  start_ms: 279840\n  end_ms: 283900\n- text: it is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  start_ms: 283900\n  end_ms: 289580\n- text: he do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n  start_ms: 289580\n  end_ms: 291840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 291840\nplain: |-\n  (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n  happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n  Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n  about this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n  Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n  given)\n\n  Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n  But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n  This is the warning, known as the caution:\n  Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n  Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n  You can't match this style or attack this\n  While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n  Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n  Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n  No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n  Total domination on stage\n  Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n  Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n  You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n  You come into the place with that look on your face\n  Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n  So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n  I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n  I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n  I'll slide you to a funky beat\n  So what do we have here?\n  A sucka in fear\n  I snatched your heart\n  Put it way up on the chart\n  At ten you're fucked\n  At nine you suck\n  At eight you're a sucker\n  At seven-a mothafucka\n  At six you're slapped\n  At five you're just wacked\n  At four you're lost\n  At three, you're just soft\n  At two you're an ass\n  At one, you're a dick\n  But before you slip, I'll whip\n  Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n  and I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n  sayin?)\n\n  I understand that music calms the savage beast\n  But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n  First a bass, a snare\n  A little cut over there\n  I add my name K-R-S\n  And the shit becomes fresh\n  I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n  Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n  One again, the tactics of original arts\n  We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n  We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n  Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n  We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n  You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n  Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n  Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n  One after another, another to the next\n  Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n  Check your larynx\n  It may get lower havin' sex\n  Or may get higher\n  When bustin' as a liar\n  These are the things I teach so be tought\n  To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n  If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n  It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n  I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n  That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n  It's funny\n  Just dissin' you I can make money\n  But noone's tippin'\n  My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n  (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n  man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n  sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\n  E-N-O, S-R-K\n  When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n  Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n  Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n  Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n  Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n  I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n  So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n  Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n  We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n  Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n  But you won't even change that to say instead\n  I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n  So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n  I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n  don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n  man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n  saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  it is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  he do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n"},{"id":22713553,"name":"Ya Slippin'","trackName":"Ya Slippin'","artistName":"Boogie Down Productions","albumName":"By All Means Necessary(BDP)","duration":296.338375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\nI'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\nKnow what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\nHappened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\nRed Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\nAbout this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\nYo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\nGiven)\n\nNow what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\nBut let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\nThis is the warning, known as the caution:\nDo not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\nJust like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\nYou can't match this style or attack this\nWhile I'm telling you, write on schedule\nFuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\nDeep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\nNo fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\nTotal domination on stage\nKris is the name, 22 is the age\nThose who wanna battle, I know who you are\nYou got a little girl, you drive a little car\nYou come into the place with that look on your face\nBefore you ran the mile, you lost the race\nSo assume you're doomed when you step in the room\nI'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\nI'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\nI'll slide you to a funky beat\nSo what do we have here?\nA sucka in fear\nI snatched your heart\nPut it way up on the chart\nAt ten you're fucked\nAt nine you suck\nAt eight you're a sucker\nAt seven-a mothafucka\nAt six you're slapped\nAt five you're just wacked\nAt four you're lost\nAt three, you're just soft\nAt two you're an ass\nAt one, you're a dick\nBut before you slip, I'll whip\nCuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\nAnd I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\nSayin?)\n\nI understand that music calms the savage beast\nBut keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\nFirst a bass, a snare\nA little cut over there\nI add my name K-R-S\nAnd the shit becomes fresh\nI ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\nLayin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\nOne again, the tactics of original arts\nWe're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\nWe're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\nGauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\nWe're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\nYou wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\nBecause I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\nRun my rhyme on time and on schedule\nOne after another, another to the next\nCan't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\nCheck your larynx\nIt may get lower havin' sex\nOr may get higher\nWhen bustin' as a liar\nThese are the things I teach so be tought\nTo me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\nIf you come up with a number, notebook, or list\nIt just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\nI'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\nThat gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\nIt's funny\nJust dissin' you I can make money\nBut noone's tippin'\nMy message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\nMan (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\nSayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\nE-N-O, S-R-K\nWhen you go through other albums, you're sure to say\nGoddam! They all seem to sound alike\nTill you hear the crew standin' over in the light\nShowing, glowing, on the top growing\nJust like a river, or better yet a stream\nI'm proud to be down with the winning team\nSo don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\nCuz you'll get walked on like carpet\nWe'll pick you up, and dust you off\nStamp BDP on you're head and you're off\nBut you won't even change that to say instead\nI'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\nSo just before you inherit that ass kicking\nI suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\nDon't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\nMan. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\nSaying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\nIt is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\nHe do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.87] (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n[00:10.42] I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n[00:14.23] Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n[00:18.63] Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n[00:23.28] Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n[00:27.15] About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n[00:31.59] Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n[00:36.04] Given)\n[00:37.59] Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n[00:44.77] But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n[00:47.38] This is the warning, known as the caution:\n[00:50.08] Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n[00:52.60] Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n[00:55.33] You can't match this style or attack this\n[00:57.97] While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n[01:00.56] Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n[01:03.26] Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n[01:05.91] No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n[01:09.04] Total domination on stage\n[01:11.32] Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n[01:13.77] Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n[01:16.11] You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n[01:19.05] You come into the place with that look on your face\n[01:21.58] Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n[01:24.13] So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n[01:26.89] I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n[01:29.55] I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n[01:32.46] I'll slide you to a funky beat\n[01:35.01] So what do we have here?\n[01:36.38] A sucka in fear\n[01:37.77] I snatched your heart\n[01:38.99] Put it way up on the chart\n[01:40.31] At ten you're fucked\n[01:41.50] At nine you suck\n[01:42.92] At eight you're a sucker\n[01:44.29] At seven-a mothafucka\n[01:45.86] At six you're slapped\n[01:46.92] At five you're just wacked\n[01:48.23] At four you're lost\n[01:49.55] At three, you're just soft\n[01:50.70] At two you're an ass\n[01:52.11] At one, you're a dick\n[01:53.44] But before you slip, I'll whip\n[01:55.60] Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n[01:56.94] (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n[02:03.22] And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n[02:07.07] Sayin?)\n[02:08.11] I understand that music calms the savage beast\n[02:14.23] But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n[02:17.02] First a bass, a snare\n[02:18.63] A little cut over there\n[02:19.81] I add my name K-R-S\n[02:21.34] And the shit becomes fresh\n[02:22.68] I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n[02:25.00] Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n[02:27.48] One again, the tactics of original arts\n[02:30.08] We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n[02:32.65] We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n[02:35.54] Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n[02:38.19] We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n[02:41.04] You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n[02:43.51] Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n[02:46.29] Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n[02:48.85] One after another, another to the next\n[02:51.52] Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n[02:54.22] Check your larynx\n[02:55.24] It may get lower havin' sex\n[02:56.78] Or may get higher\n[02:58.24] When bustin' as a liar\n[02:59.68] These are the things I teach so be tought\n[03:02.14] To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n[03:04.64] If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n[03:07.59] It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n[03:09.89] I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n[03:12.55] That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n[03:15.24] It's funny\n[03:16.31] Just dissin' you I can make money\n[03:17.83] But noone's tippin'\n[03:19.26] My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n[03:21.65] (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n[03:29.05] Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n[03:33.20] Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n[03:37.76] E-N-O, S-R-K\n[03:44.30] When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n[03:46.89] Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n[03:49.46] Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n[03:52.08] Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n[03:55.07] Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n[04:00.22] I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n[04:02.62] So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n[04:05.87] Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n[04:08.46] We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n[04:11.14] Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n[04:13.56] But you won't even change that to say instead\n[04:15.91] I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n[04:18.66] So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n[04:21.78] I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n[04:27.96] (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n[04:32.55] Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n[04:35.43] Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n[04:39.84] Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n[04:43.90] It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n[04:49.58] He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n[04:51.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ya Slippin'\n  artist: Boogie Down Productions\n  album: By All Means Necessary(BDP)\n  duration_ms: 296338\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  start_ms: 6870\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 14230\n- text: Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? 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They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n  start_ms: 267960\n  end_ms: 272550\n- text: Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n  start_ms: 272550\n  end_ms: 275430\n- text: Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n  start_ms: 275430\n  end_ms: 279840\n- text: Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  start_ms: 279840\n  end_ms: 283900\n- text: It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  start_ms: 283900\n  end_ms: 289580\n- text: He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n  start_ms: 289580\n  end_ms: 291840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 291840\nplain: |-\n  (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n  Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n  Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n  About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n  Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n  Given)\n\n  Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n  But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n  This is the warning, known as the caution:\n  Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n  Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n  You can't match this style or attack this\n  While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n  Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n  Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n  No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n  Total domination on stage\n  Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n  Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n  You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n  You come into the place with that look on your face\n  Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n  So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n  I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n  I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n  I'll slide you to a funky beat\n  So what do we have here?\n  A sucka in fear\n  I snatched your heart\n  Put it way up on the chart\n  At ten you're fucked\n  At nine you suck\n  At eight you're a sucker\n  At seven-a mothafucka\n  At six you're slapped\n  At five you're just wacked\n  At four you're lost\n  At three, you're just soft\n  At two you're an ass\n  At one, you're a dick\n  But before you slip, I'll whip\n  Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n  And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n  Sayin?)\n\n  I understand that music calms the savage beast\n  But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n  First a bass, a snare\n  A little cut over there\n  I add my name K-R-S\n  And the shit becomes fresh\n  I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n  Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n  One again, the tactics of original arts\n  We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n  We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n  Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n  We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n  You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n  Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n  Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n  One after another, another to the next\n  Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n  Check your larynx\n  It may get lower havin' sex\n  Or may get higher\n  When bustin' as a liar\n  These are the things I teach so be tought\n  To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n  If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n  It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n  I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n  That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n  It's funny\n  Just dissin' you I can make money\n  But noone's tippin'\n  My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n  (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n  Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n  Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\n  E-N-O, S-R-K\n  When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n  Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n  Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n  Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n  Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n  I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n  So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n  Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n  We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n  Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n  But you won't even change that to say instead\n  I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n  So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n  I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n  Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n  Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n  Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n"},{"id":34615104,"name":"Ya Slippin'","trackName":"Ya Slippin'","artistName":"Boogie Down Productions","albumName":"By All Means Necessary","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\nI'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\nKnow what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\nHappened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\nRed Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\nAbout this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\nYo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\nGiven)\n\nNow what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\nBut let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\nThis is the warning, known as the caution:\nDo not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\nJust like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\nYou can't match this style or attack this\nWhile I'm telling you, write on schedule\nFuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\nDeep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\nNo fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\nTotal domination on stage\nKris is the name, 22 is the age\nThose who wanna battle, I know who you are\nYou got a little girl, you drive a little car\nYou come into the place with that look on your face\nBefore you ran the mile, you lost the race\nSo assume you're doomed when you step in the room\nI'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\nI'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\nI'll slide you to a funky beat\nSo what do we have here?\nA sucka in fear\nI snatched your heart\nPut it way up on the chart\nAt ten you're fucked\nAt nine you suck\nAt eight you're a sucker\nAt seven-a mothafucka\nAt six you're slapped\nAt five you're just wacked\nAt four you're lost\nAt three, you're just soft\nAt two you're an ass\nAt one, you're a dick\nBut before you slip, I'll whip\nCuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\nAnd I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\nSayin?)\n\nI understand that music calms the savage beast\nBut keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\nFirst a bass, a snare\nA little cut over there\nI add my name K-R-S\nAnd the shit becomes fresh\nI ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\nLayin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\nOne again, the tactics of original arts\nWe're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\nWe're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\nGauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\nWe're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\nYou wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\nBecause I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\nRun my rhyme on time and on schedule\nOne after another, another to the next\nCan't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\nCheck your larynx\nIt may get lower havin' sex\nOr may get higher\nWhen bustin' as a liar\nThese are the things I teach so be tought\nTo me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\nIf you come up with a number, notebook, or list\nIt just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\nI'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\nThat gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\nIt's funny\nJust dissin' you I can make money\nBut noone's tippin'\nMy message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\nMan (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\nSayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\nE-N-O, S-R-K\nWhen you go through other albums, you're sure to say\nGoddam! They all seem to sound alike\nTill you hear the crew standin' over in the light\nShowing, glowing, on the top growing\nJust like a river, or better yet a stream\nI'm proud to be down with the winning team\nSo don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\nCuz you'll get walked on like carpet\nWe'll pick you up, and dust you off\nStamp BDP on you're head and you're off\nBut you won't even change that to say instead\nI'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\nSo just before you inherit that ass kicking\nI suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\nDon't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\nMan. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\nSaying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\nIt is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\nHe do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.87] (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n[00:10.42] I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n[00:14.23] Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n[00:18.63] Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n[00:23.28] Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n[00:27.15] About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n[00:31.59] Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n[00:36.04] Given)\n[00:37.59] Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n[00:44.77] But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n[00:47.38] This is the warning, known as the caution:\n[00:50.08] Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n[00:52.60] Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n[00:55.33] You can't match this style or attack this\n[00:57.97] While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n[01:00.56] Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n[01:03.26] Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n[01:05.91] No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n[01:09.04] Total domination on stage\n[01:11.32] Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n[01:13.77] Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n[01:16.11] You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n[01:19.05] You come into the place with that look on your face\n[01:21.58] Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n[01:24.13] So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n[01:26.89] I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n[01:29.55] I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n[01:32.46] I'll slide you to a funky beat\n[01:35.01] So what do we have here?\n[01:36.38] A sucka in fear\n[01:37.77] I snatched your heart\n[01:38.99] Put it way up on the chart\n[01:40.31] At ten you're fucked\n[01:41.50] At nine you suck\n[01:42.92] At eight you're a sucker\n[01:44.29] At seven-a mothafucka\n[01:45.86] At six you're slapped\n[01:46.92] At five you're just wacked\n[01:48.23] At four you're lost\n[01:49.55] At three, you're just soft\n[01:50.70] At two you're an ass\n[01:52.11] At one, you're a dick\n[01:53.44] But before you slip, I'll whip\n[01:55.60] Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n[01:56.94] (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n[02:03.22] And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n[02:07.07] Sayin?)\n[02:08.11] I understand that music calms the savage beast\n[02:14.23] But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n[02:17.02] First a bass, a snare\n[02:18.63] A little cut over there\n[02:19.81] I add my name K-R-S\n[02:21.34] And the shit becomes fresh\n[02:22.68] I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n[02:25.00] Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n[02:27.48] One again, the tactics of original arts\n[02:30.08] We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n[02:32.65] We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n[02:35.54] Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n[02:38.19] We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n[02:41.04] You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n[02:43.51] Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n[02:46.29] Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n[02:48.85] One after another, another to the next\n[02:51.52] Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n[02:54.22] Check your larynx\n[02:55.24] It may get lower havin' sex\n[02:56.78] Or may get higher\n[02:58.24] When bustin' as a liar\n[02:59.68] These are the things I teach so be tought\n[03:02.14] To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n[03:04.64] If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n[03:07.59] It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n[03:09.89] I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n[03:12.55] That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n[03:15.24] It's funny\n[03:16.31] Just dissin' you I can make money\n[03:17.83] But noone's tippin'\n[03:19.26] My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n[03:21.65] (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n[03:29.05] Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n[03:33.20] Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n[03:37.76] E-N-O, S-R-K\n[03:44.30] When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n[03:46.89] Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n[03:49.46] Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n[03:52.08] Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n[03:55.07] Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n[04:00.22] I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n[04:02.62] So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n[04:05.87] Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n[04:08.46] We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n[04:11.14] Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n[04:13.56] But you won't even change that to say instead\n[04:15.91] I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n[04:18.66] So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n[04:21.78] I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n[04:27.96] (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n[04:32.55] Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n[04:35.43] Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n[04:39.84] Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n[04:43.90] It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n[04:49.58] He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n[04:51.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ya Slippin'\n  artist: Boogie Down Productions\n  album: By All Means Necessary\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  start_ms: 6870\n  end_ms: 10420\n- text: I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  start_ms: 10420\n  end_ms: 14230\n- text: Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n  start_ms: 14230\n  end_ms: 18630\n- text: Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n  start_ms: 18630\n  end_ms: 23280\n- text: Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n  start_ms: 23280\n  end_ms: 27150\n- text: About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n  start_ms: 27150\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 36040\n- text: Given)\n  start_ms: 36040\n  end_ms: 37590\n- text: Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n  start_ms: 37590\n  end_ms: 44770\n- text: But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n  start_ms: 44770\n  end_ms: 47380\n- text: 'This is the warning, known as the caution:'\n  start_ms: 47380\n  end_ms: 50080\n- text: Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n  start_ms: 50080\n  end_ms: 52600\n- text: Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n  start_ms: 52600\n  end_ms: 55330\n- text: You can't match this style or attack this\n  start_ms: 55330\n  end_ms: 57970\n- text: While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n  start_ms: 57970\n  end_ms: 60560\n- text: Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n  start_ms: 60560\n  end_ms: 63260\n- text: Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n  start_ms: 63260\n  end_ms: 65910\n- text: No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n  start_ms: 65910\n  end_ms: 69040\n- text: Total domination on stage\n  start_ms: 69040\n  end_ms: 71320\n- text: Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n  start_ms: 71320\n  end_ms: 73770\n- text: Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n  start_ms: 73770\n  end_ms: 76110\n- text: You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n  start_ms: 76110\n  end_ms: 79050\n- text: You come into the place with that look on your face\n  start_ms: 79050\n  end_ms: 81580\n- text: Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n  start_ms: 81580\n  end_ms: 84130\n- text: So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n  start_ms: 84130\n  end_ms: 86890\n- text: I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n  start_ms: 86890\n  end_ms: 89550\n- text: I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n  start_ms: 89550\n  end_ms: 92460\n- text: I'll slide you to a funky beat\n  start_ms: 92460\n  end_ms: 95010\n- text: So what do we have here?\n  start_ms: 95010\n  end_ms: 96380\n- text: A sucka in fear\n  start_ms: 96380\n  end_ms: 97770\n- text: I snatched your heart\n  start_ms: 97770\n  end_ms: 98990\n- text: Put it way up on the chart\n  start_ms: 98990\n  end_ms: 100310\n- text: At ten you're fucked\n  start_ms: 100310\n  end_ms: 101500\n- text: At nine you suck\n  start_ms: 101500\n  end_ms: 102920\n- text: At eight you're a sucker\n  start_ms: 102920\n  end_ms: 104290\n- text: At seven-a mothafucka\n  start_ms: 104290\n  end_ms: 105860\n- text: At six you're slapped\n  start_ms: 105860\n  end_ms: 106920\n- text: At five you're just wacked\n  start_ms: 106920\n  end_ms: 108230\n- text: At four you're lost\n  start_ms: 108230\n  end_ms: 109550\n- text: At three, you're just soft\n  start_ms: 109550\n  end_ms: 110700\n- text: At two you're an ass\n  start_ms: 110700\n  end_ms: 112110\n- text: At one, you're a dick\n  start_ms: 112110\n  end_ms: 113440\n- text: But before you slip, I'll whip\n  start_ms: 113440\n  end_ms: 115600\n- text: Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n  start_ms: 115600\n  end_ms: 116940\n- text: (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n  start_ms: 116940\n  end_ms: 123220\n- text: And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n  start_ms: 123220\n  end_ms: 127070\n- text: Sayin?)\n  start_ms: 127070\n  end_ms: 128110\n- text: I understand that music calms the savage beast\n  start_ms: 128110\n  end_ms: 134230\n- text: But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n  start_ms: 134230\n  end_ms: 137020\n- text: First a bass, a snare\n  start_ms: 137020\n  end_ms: 138630\n- text: A little cut over there\n  start_ms: 138630\n  end_ms: 139810\n- text: I add my name K-R-S\n  start_ms: 139810\n  end_ms: 141340\n- text: And the shit becomes fresh\n  start_ms: 141340\n  end_ms: 142680\n- text: I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n  start_ms: 142680\n  end_ms: 145000\n- text: Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n  start_ms: 145000\n  end_ms: 147480\n- text: One again, the tactics of original arts\n  start_ms: 147480\n  end_ms: 150080\n- text: We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n  start_ms: 150080\n  end_ms: 152650\n- text: We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n  start_ms: 152650\n  end_ms: 155540\n- text: Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n  start_ms: 155540\n  end_ms: 158190\n- text: We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n  start_ms: 158190\n  end_ms: 161040\n- text: You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n  start_ms: 161040\n  end_ms: 163510\n- text: Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n  start_ms: 163510\n  end_ms: 166290\n- text: Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n  start_ms: 166290\n  end_ms: 168850\n- text: One after another, another to the next\n  start_ms: 168850\n  end_ms: 171520\n- text: Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n  start_ms: 171520\n  end_ms: 174220\n- text: Check your larynx\n  start_ms: 174220\n  end_ms: 175240\n- text: It may get lower havin' sex\n  start_ms: 175240\n  end_ms: 176780\n- text: Or may get higher\n  start_ms: 176780\n  end_ms: 178240\n- text: When bustin' as a liar\n  start_ms: 178240\n  end_ms: 179680\n- text: These are the things I teach so be tought\n  start_ms: 179680\n  end_ms: 182140\n- text: To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n  start_ms: 182140\n  end_ms: 184640\n- text: If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n  start_ms: 184640\n  end_ms: 187590\n- text: It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n  start_ms: 187590\n  end_ms: 189890\n- text: I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n  start_ms: 189890\n  end_ms: 192550\n- text: That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n  start_ms: 192550\n  end_ms: 195240\n- text: It's funny\n  start_ms: 195240\n  end_ms: 196310\n- text: Just dissin' you I can make money\n  start_ms: 196310\n  end_ms: 197830\n- text: But noone's tippin'\n  start_ms: 197830\n  end_ms: 199260\n- text: 'My message is simple: Ya'' slippin!'\n  start_ms: 199260\n  end_ms: 201650\n- text: (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n  start_ms: 201650\n  end_ms: 209050\n- text: Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n  start_ms: 209050\n  end_ms: 213200\n- text: Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n  start_ms: 213200\n  end_ms: 217760\n- text: E-N-O, S-R-K\n  start_ms: 217760\n  end_ms: 224300\n- text: When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n  start_ms: 224300\n  end_ms: 226890\n- text: Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n  start_ms: 226890\n  end_ms: 229460\n- text: Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n  start_ms: 229460\n  end_ms: 232080\n- text: Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n  start_ms: 232080\n  end_ms: 235070\n- text: Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n  start_ms: 235070\n  end_ms: 240220\n- text: I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n  start_ms: 240220\n  end_ms: 242620\n- text: So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n  start_ms: 242620\n  end_ms: 245870\n- text: Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n  start_ms: 245870\n  end_ms: 248460\n- text: We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n  start_ms: 248460\n  end_ms: 251140\n- text: Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n  start_ms: 251140\n  end_ms: 253560\n- text: But you won't even change that to say instead\n  start_ms: 253560\n  end_ms: 255910\n- text: I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n  start_ms: 255910\n  end_ms: 258660\n- text: So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n  start_ms: 258660\n  end_ms: 261780\n- text: I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n  start_ms: 261780\n  end_ms: 267960\n- text: (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n  start_ms: 267960\n  end_ms: 272550\n- text: Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n  start_ms: 272550\n  end_ms: 275430\n- text: Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n  start_ms: 275430\n  end_ms: 279840\n- text: Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  start_ms: 279840\n  end_ms: 283900\n- text: It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  start_ms: 283900\n  end_ms: 289580\n- text: He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n  start_ms: 289580\n  end_ms: 291840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 291840\nplain: |-\n  (Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what\n  I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you\n  Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what\n  Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ\n  Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit\n  About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'.\n  Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was\n  Given)\n\n  Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin\n  But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin\n  This is the warning, known as the caution:\n  Do not attempt to dis cuz you'll soften\n  Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress\n  You can't match this style or attack this\n  While I'm telling you, write on schedule\n  Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you\n  Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel\n  No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle\n  Total domination on stage\n  Kris is the name, 22 is the age\n  Those who wanna battle, I know who you are\n  You got a little girl, you drive a little car\n  You come into the place with that look on your face\n  Before you ran the mile, you lost the race\n  So assume you're doomed when you step in the room\n  I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom\n  I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete\n  I'll slide you to a funky beat\n  So what do we have here?\n  A sucka in fear\n  I snatched your heart\n  Put it way up on the chart\n  At ten you're fucked\n  At nine you suck\n  At eight you're a sucker\n  At seven-a mothafucka\n  At six you're slapped\n  At five you're just wacked\n  At four you're lost\n  At three, you're just soft\n  At two you're an ass\n  At one, you're a dick\n  But before you slip, I'll whip\n  Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D,\n  And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you,\n  Sayin?)\n\n  I understand that music calms the savage beast\n  But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece\n  First a bass, a snare\n  A little cut over there\n  I add my name K-R-S\n  And the shit becomes fresh\n  I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts\n  Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought\n  One again, the tactics of original arts\n  We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start\n  We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance\n  Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance\n  We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost\n  You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source\n  Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal\n  Run my rhyme on time and on schedule\n  One after another, another to the next\n  Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex\n  Check your larynx\n  It may get lower havin' sex\n  Or may get higher\n  When bustin' as a liar\n  These are the things I teach so be tought\n  To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?\n  If you come up with a number, notebook, or list\n  It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed\n  I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap\n  That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap\n  It's funny\n  Just dissin' you I can make money\n  But noone's tippin'\n  My message is simple: Ya' slippin!\n\n  (They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top\n  Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm\n  Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')\n\n  E-N-O, S-R-K\n  When you go through other albums, you're sure to say\n  Goddam! They all seem to sound alike\n  Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light\n  Showing, glowing, on the top growing\n  Just like a river, or better yet a stream\n  I'm proud to be down with the winning team\n  So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement\n  Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet\n  We'll pick you up, and dust you off\n  Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off\n  But you won't even change that to say instead\n  I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head\n  So just before you inherit that ass kicking\n  I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'\n\n  (Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I\n  Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'\n  Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm\n  Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time\n  It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime\n  He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)\n"}]