[{"id":20030973,"name":"Ragtime","trackName":"Ragtime","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"Brand Nubian: The Instrumental Collection","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit her, I mean let's hit this\nThat's not straight\nDo it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\nHere we go, let's pull it bwoy\n\nAiyyo, check this out\nBrand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\nWe got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\nWe got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\nAnd my man Ep Rock\nX, kick the flavor for me on this one\n'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n\nWild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\nOpen your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\nKickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\nPeople often wonder and ask\n\nIs I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\nIn fact, they failed the test\nIt's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\nMy bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n\nMan on a mission, go to school with low tuition\nCan't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\nBut oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\nThe criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n\nAnd it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\nThe adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\nAnd a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\nSet forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n\nRhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\nNow MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\nThe X in my name makes it all official\nAm I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n\nRollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\nAnd CB talker was the zero one-niner\nTook a slight drop from the tip of the top\nNow I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n\nWhat's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\nNever ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\nKeep on, yes my word is bond\nSpeakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n'Cause it's ragtime!\n\nAh yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\nAight, now we got Lord J\nLord J, yo c'mon now\nKick, the flavor to this\nDrop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n\nI like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\nI do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\nWhich I contain, to manifest thought\nThe record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n\n(Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\nI speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\nI just get to the bare essential\nDemandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n\nI never slept, my mind was in the right place\nNow let's take our steps and retrace\nBack to a time, when black was defined\nAs original, God-like, supreme, divine\n\nRefined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\nThere was a void in New York but now it's filled in\nBy the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\nTo the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n\nWell you can be one too\nNow here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\nYou got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\nKnow wisdom's the way to let it outcome\nUnderstanding is the manifestation\nAnd cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n\nThat's definitely ragtime\nNow let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\nHit this in the 90's\nHey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n\nAs I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\nTrick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\nLast longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\nI got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n\nWhen it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\nMC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\nI boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\nDamn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n\nAlways help another meaning sister or a brother\nJust a little tip I picked up from my mother\nSmooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\nSo honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n\nMr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\nSo honey, what is it? (What is it?)\nI rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\nYou wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n\nI'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\nNot a only child, four brothers and one sister\nNot a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\nWhen it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n\nSo here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\nWhen brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\nSo smile, here comes the picture, click!\nA humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n\nI can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\nGo no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\nTake my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\nThen I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n(Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n\nAh, yeah\nNow let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\nKnow I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\nThis is a brand new year\nAnd we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n\nBrand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\nBrand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\nBrand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\nYoung ladies, you gonna, can't wait\nKick this shit\nTry to live\nYeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\nWithout the one...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n[00:01.71] That's not straight\n[00:03.49] Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n[00:05.98] Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n[00:07.86] Aiyyo, check this out\n[00:08.94] Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n[00:11.20] We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n[00:14.15] We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n[00:18.82] And my man Ep Rock\n[00:19.10] X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n[00:22.45] 'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n[00:24.92] Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n[00:27.52] Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n[00:29.25] Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n[00:31.89] People often wonder and ask\n[00:33.54] Is I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\n[00:36.99] In fact, they failed the test\n[00:38.84] It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\n[00:40.74] My bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n[00:42.10] Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition\n[00:45.19] Can't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\n[00:47.66] But oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\n[00:49.74] The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n[00:51.72] And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\n[00:54.24] The adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\n[00:56.56] And a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\n[00:58.45] Set forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n[01:01.16] Rhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\n[01:03.01] Now MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\n[01:05.57] The X in my name makes it all official\n[01:07.90] Am I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n[01:10.10] Rollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\n[01:12.26] And CB talker was the zero one-niner\n[01:14.68] Took a slight drop from the tip of the top\n[01:16.88] Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n[01:18.82] What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\n[01:21.22] Never ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\n[01:23.17] Keep on, yes my word is bond\n[01:25.07] Speakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n[01:27.75] 'Cause it's ragtime!\n[01:28.86] Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\n[01:30.22] Aight, now we got Lord J\n[01:31.66] Lord J, yo c'mon now\n[01:33.89] Kick, the flavor to this\n[01:35.46] Drop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n[01:36.86] I like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\n[01:39.23] I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\n[01:41.74] Which I contain, to manifest thought\n[01:43.80] The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n[01:46.48] (Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\n[01:48.55] I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\n[01:50.69] I just get to the bare essential\n[01:53.14] Demandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n[01:55.38] I never slept, my mind was in the right place\n[01:57.41] Now let's take our steps and retrace\n[01:59.37] Back to a time, when black was defined\n[02:01.56] As original, God-like, supreme, divine\n[02:04.37] Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\n[02:06.53] There was a void in New York but now it's filled in\n[02:08.96] By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\n[02:10.94] To the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n[02:13.82] Well you can be one too\n[02:14.94] Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\n[02:17.41] You got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\n[02:20.11] Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome\n[02:22.42] Understanding is the manifestation\n[02:24.53] And cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n[02:27.34] That's definitely ragtime\n[02:29.50] Now let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\n[02:30.88] Hit this in the 90's\n[02:33.57] Hey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n[02:35.45] As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\n[02:37.61] Trick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\n[02:40.13] Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\n[02:42.34] I got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n[02:44.26] When it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\n[02:46.79] MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\n[02:49.18] I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\n[02:51.40] Damn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n[02:53.59] Always help another meaning sister or a brother\n[02:55.96] Just a little tip I picked up from my mother\n[02:58.14] Smooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\n[03:00.40] So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n[03:02.60] Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\n[03:05.24] So honey, what is it? (What is it?)\n[03:06.90] I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\n[03:09.36] You wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n[03:11.59] I'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\n[03:14.07] Not a only child, four brothers and one sister\n[03:16.29] Not a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\n[03:18.44] When it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n[03:20.51] So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\n[03:22.72] When brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\n[03:24.10] So smile, here comes the picture, click!\n[03:27.31] A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n[03:29.23] I can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\n[03:31.71] Go no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\n[03:33.93] Take my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\n[03:36.36] Then I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n[03:38.31] (Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n[03:41.73] Ah, yeah\n[03:43.33] Now let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\n[03:46.65] Know I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\n[03:49.12] This is a brand new year\n[03:51.27] And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n[03:54.01] Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n[03:57.10] Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n[03:59.35] Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n[04:01.48] Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n[04:06.89] Kick this shit\n[04:08.65] Try to live\n[04:10.85] Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n[04:12.74] Without the one...\n[04:13.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ragtime\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: 'Brand Nubian: The Instrumental Collection'\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n  start_ms: 180\n  end_ms: 1710\n- text: That's not straight\n  start_ms: 1710\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 5980\n- text: Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n  start_ms: 5980\n  end_ms: 7860\n- text: Aiyyo, check this out\n  start_ms: 7860\n  end_ms: 8940\n- text: Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n  start_ms: 8940\n  end_ms: 11200\n- text: We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n  start_ms: 11200\n  end_ms: 14150\n- text: We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n  start_ms: 14150\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: And my man Ep Rock\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 19100\n- text: X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n  start_ms: 19100\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: '''Cause we gettin'' ready to be out of here in a sec'\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24920\n- text: Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n  start_ms: 24920\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 29250\n- text: Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n  start_ms: 29250\n  end_ms: 31890\n- text: People often wonder and ask\n  start_ms: 31890\n  end_ms: 33540\n- text: Is I'm the best? 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You know I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 226650\n  end_ms: 229120\n- text: This is a brand new year\n  start_ms: 229120\n  end_ms: 231270\n- text: And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n  start_ms: 231270\n  end_ms: 234010\n- text: Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n  start_ms: 234010\n  end_ms: 237100\n- text: Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n  start_ms: 237100\n  end_ms: 239350\n- text: Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n  start_ms: 239350\n  end_ms: 241480\n- text: Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n  start_ms: 241480\n  end_ms: 246890\n- text: Kick this shit\n  start_ms: 246890\n  end_ms: 248650\n- text: Try to live\n  start_ms: 248650\n  end_ms: 250850\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n  start_ms: 250850\n  end_ms: 252740\n- text: Without the one...\n  start_ms: 252740\n  end_ms: 253850\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253850\nplain: |-\n  Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n  That's not straight\n  Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n  Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n\n  Aiyyo, check this out\n  Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n  We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n  We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n  And my man Ep Rock\n  X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n  'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n\n  Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n  Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n  Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n  People often wonder and ask\n\n  Is I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\n  In fact, they failed the test\n  It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\n  My bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n\n  Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition\n  Can't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\n  But oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\n  The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n\n  And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\n  The adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\n  And a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\n  Set forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n\n  Rhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\n  Now MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\n  The X in my name makes it all official\n  Am I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n\n  Rollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\n  And CB talker was the zero one-niner\n  Took a slight drop from the tip of the top\n  Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n\n  What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\n  Never ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\n  Keep on, yes my word is bond\n  Speakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n  'Cause it's ragtime!\n\n  Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\n  Aight, now we got Lord J\n  Lord J, yo c'mon now\n  Kick, the flavor to this\n  Drop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n\n  I like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\n  I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\n  Which I contain, to manifest thought\n  The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n\n  (Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\n  I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\n  I just get to the bare essential\n  Demandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n\n  I never slept, my mind was in the right place\n  Now let's take our steps and retrace\n  Back to a time, when black was defined\n  As original, God-like, supreme, divine\n\n  Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\n  There was a void in New York but now it's filled in\n  By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\n  To the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n\n  Well you can be one too\n  Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\n  You got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\n  Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome\n  Understanding is the manifestation\n  And cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n\n  That's definitely ragtime\n  Now let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\n  Hit this in the 90's\n  Hey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n\n  As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\n  Trick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\n  Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\n  I got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n\n  When it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\n  MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\n  I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\n  Damn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n\n  Always help another meaning sister or a brother\n  Just a little tip I picked up from my mother\n  Smooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\n  So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n\n  Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\n  So honey, what is it? (What is it?)\n  I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\n  You wanna beat like this? 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You know I'm sayin'?\n  This is a brand new year\n  And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n\n  Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n  Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n  Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n  Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n  Kick this shit\n  Try to live\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n  Without the one...\n"},{"id":10737370,"name":"Ragtime","trackName":"Ragtime","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"One for All (30th Anniversary Remastered)","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit her, I mean let's hit this\nThat's not straight\nDo it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\nHere we go, let's pull it bwoy\n\nAiyyo, check this out\nBrand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\nWe got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\nWe got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\nAnd my man Ep Rock\nX, kick the flavor for me on this one\n'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n\nWild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\nOpen your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\nKickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\nPeople often wonder and ask\n\nIs I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\nIn fact, they failed the test\nIt's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\nMy bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n\nMan on a mission, go to school with low tuition\nCan't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\nBut oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\nThe criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n\nAnd it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\nThe adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\nAnd a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\nSet forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n\nRhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\nNow MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\nThe X in my name makes it all official\nAm I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n\nRollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\nAnd CB talker was the zero one-niner\nTook a slight drop from the tip of the top\nNow I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n\nWhat's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\nNever ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\nKeep on, yes my word is bond\nSpeakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n'Cause it's ragtime!\n\nAh yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\nAight, now we got Lord J\nLord J, yo c'mon now\nKick, the flavor to this\nDrop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n\nI like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\nI do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\nWhich I contain, to manifest thought\nThe record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n\n(Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\nI speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\nI just get to the bare essential\nDemandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n\nI never slept, my mind was in the right place\nNow let's take our steps and retrace\nBack to a time, when black was defined\nAs original, God-like, supreme, divine\n\nRefined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\nThere was a void in New York but now it's filled in\nBy the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\nTo the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n\nWell you can be one too\nNow here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\nYou got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\nKnow wisdom's the way to let it outcome\nUnderstanding is the manifestation\nAnd cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n\nThat's definitely ragtime\nNow let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\nHit this in the 90's\nHey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n\nAs I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\nTrick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\nLast longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\nI got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n\nWhen it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\nMC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\nI boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\nDamn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n\nAlways help another meaning sister or a brother\nJust a little tip I picked up from my mother\nSmooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\nSo honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n\nMr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\nSo honey, what is it? (What is it?)\nI rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\nYou wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n\nI'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\nNot a only child, four brothers and one sister\nNot a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\nWhen it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n\nSo here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\nWhen brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\nSo smile, here comes the picture, click!\nA humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n\nI can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\nGo no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\nTake my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\nThen I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n(Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n\nAh, yeah\nNow let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\nKnow I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\nThis is a brand new year\nAnd we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n\nBrand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\nBrand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\nBrand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\nYoung ladies, you gonna, can't wait\nKick this shit\nTry to live\nYeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\nWithout the one...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n[00:01.71] That's not straight\n[00:03.49] Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n[00:05.98] Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n[00:07.86] Aiyyo, check this out\n[00:08.94] Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n[00:11.20] We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n[00:14.15] We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n[00:18.82] And my man Ep Rock\n[00:19.10] X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n[00:22.45] 'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n[00:24.92] Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n[00:27.52] Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n[00:29.25] Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n[00:31.89] People often wonder and ask\n[00:33.54] Is I'm the best? 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You know I'm sayin'?\n[03:49.12] This is a brand new year\n[03:51.27] And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n[03:54.01] Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n[03:57.10] Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n[03:59.35] Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n[04:01.48] Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n[04:06.89] Kick this shit\n[04:08.65] Try to live\n[04:10.85] Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n[04:12.74] Without the one...\n[04:13.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ragtime\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: One for All (30th Anniversary Remastered)\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n  start_ms: 180\n  end_ms: 1710\n- text: That's not straight\n  start_ms: 1710\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 5980\n- text: Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n  start_ms: 5980\n  end_ms: 7860\n- text: Aiyyo, check this out\n  start_ms: 7860\n  end_ms: 8940\n- text: Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n  start_ms: 8940\n  end_ms: 11200\n- text: We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n  start_ms: 11200\n  end_ms: 14150\n- text: We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n  start_ms: 14150\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: And my man Ep Rock\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 19100\n- text: X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n  start_ms: 19100\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: '''Cause we gettin'' ready to be out of here in a sec'\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24920\n- text: Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n  start_ms: 24920\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 29250\n- text: Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n  start_ms: 29250\n  end_ms: 31890\n- text: People often wonder and ask\n  start_ms: 31890\n  end_ms: 33540\n- text: Is I'm the best? 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You know I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 226650\n  end_ms: 229120\n- text: This is a brand new year\n  start_ms: 229120\n  end_ms: 231270\n- text: And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n  start_ms: 231270\n  end_ms: 234010\n- text: Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n  start_ms: 234010\n  end_ms: 237100\n- text: Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n  start_ms: 237100\n  end_ms: 239350\n- text: Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n  start_ms: 239350\n  end_ms: 241480\n- text: Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n  start_ms: 241480\n  end_ms: 246890\n- text: Kick this shit\n  start_ms: 246890\n  end_ms: 248650\n- text: Try to live\n  start_ms: 248650\n  end_ms: 250850\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n  start_ms: 250850\n  end_ms: 252740\n- text: Without the one...\n  start_ms: 252740\n  end_ms: 253850\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253850\nplain: |-\n  Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n  That's not straight\n  Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n  Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n\n  Aiyyo, check this out\n  Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n  We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n  We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n  And my man Ep Rock\n  X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n  'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n\n  Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n  Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n  Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n  People often wonder and ask\n\n  Is I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\n  In fact, they failed the test\n  It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\n  My bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n\n  Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition\n  Can't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\n  But oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\n  The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n\n  And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\n  The adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\n  And a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\n  Set forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n\n  Rhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\n  Now MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\n  The X in my name makes it all official\n  Am I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n\n  Rollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\n  And CB talker was the zero one-niner\n  Took a slight drop from the tip of the top\n  Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n\n  What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\n  Never ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\n  Keep on, yes my word is bond\n  Speakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n  'Cause it's ragtime!\n\n  Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\n  Aight, now we got Lord J\n  Lord J, yo c'mon now\n  Kick, the flavor to this\n  Drop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n\n  I like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\n  I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\n  Which I contain, to manifest thought\n  The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n\n  (Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\n  I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\n  I just get to the bare essential\n  Demandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n\n  I never slept, my mind was in the right place\n  Now let's take our steps and retrace\n  Back to a time, when black was defined\n  As original, God-like, supreme, divine\n\n  Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\n  There was a void in New York but now it's filled in\n  By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\n  To the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n\n  Well you can be one too\n  Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\n  You got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\n  Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome\n  Understanding is the manifestation\n  And cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n\n  That's definitely ragtime\n  Now let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\n  Hit this in the 90's\n  Hey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n\n  As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\n  Trick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\n  Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\n  I got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n\n  When it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\n  MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\n  I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\n  Damn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n\n  Always help another meaning sister or a brother\n  Just a little tip I picked up from my mother\n  Smooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\n  So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n\n  Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\n  So honey, what is it? (What is it?)\n  I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\n  You wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n\n  I'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\n  Not a only child, four brothers and one sister\n  Not a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\n  When it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n\n  So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\n  When brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\n  So smile, here comes the picture, click!\n  A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n\n  I can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\n  Go no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\n  Take my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\n  Then I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n  (Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n\n  Ah, yeah\n  Now let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\n  Know I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\n  This is a brand new year\n  And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n\n  Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n  Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n  Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n  Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n  Kick this shit\n  Try to live\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n  Without the one...\n"},{"id":12335325,"name":"Ragtime","trackName":"Ragtime","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"One For All (Explicit)","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit her, I mean let's hit this\nThat's not straight\nDo it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\nHere we go, let's pull it bwoy\n\nAiyyo, check this out\nBrand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\nWe got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\nWe got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\nAnd my man Ep Rock\nX, kick the flavor for me on this one\n'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n\nWild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\nOpen your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\nKickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\nPeople often wonder and ask\n\nIs I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\nIn fact, they failed the test\nIt's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\nMy bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n\nMan on a mission, go to school with low tuition\nCan't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\nBut oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\nThe criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n\nAnd it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\nThe adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\nAnd a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\nSet forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n\nRhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\nNow MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\nThe X in my name makes it all official\nAm I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n\nRollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\nAnd CB talker was the zero one-niner\nTook a slight drop from the tip of the top\nNow I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n\nWhat's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\nNever ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\nKeep on, yes my word is bond\nSpeakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n'Cause it's ragtime!\n\nAh yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\nAight, now we got Lord J\nLord J, yo c'mon now\nKick, the flavor to this\nDrop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n\nI like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\nI do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\nWhich I contain, to manifest thought\nThe record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n\n(Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\nI speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\nI just get to the bare essential\nDemandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n\nI never slept, my mind was in the right place\nNow let's take our steps and retrace\nBack to a time, when black was defined\nAs original, God-like, supreme, divine\n\nRefined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\nThere was a void in New York but now it's filled in\nBy the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\nTo the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n\nWell you can be one too\nNow here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\nYou got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\nKnow wisdom's the way to let it outcome\nUnderstanding is the manifestation\nAnd cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n\nThat's definitely ragtime\nNow let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\nHit this in the 90's\nHey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n\nAs I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\nTrick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\nLast longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\nI got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n\nWhen it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\nMC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\nI boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\nDamn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n\nAlways help another meaning sister or a brother\nJust a little tip I picked up from my mother\nSmooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\nSo honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n\nMr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\nSo honey, what is it? (What is it?)\nI rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\nYou wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n\nI'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\nNot a only child, four brothers and one sister\nNot a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\nWhen it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n\nSo here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\nWhen brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\nSo smile, here comes the picture, click!\nA humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n\nI can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\nGo no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\nTake my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\nThen I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n(Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n\nAh, yeah\nNow let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\nKnow I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\nThis is a brand new year\nAnd we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n\nBrand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\nBrand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\nBrand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\nYoung ladies, you gonna, can't wait\nKick this shit\nTry to live\nYeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\nWithout the one...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n[00:01.71] That's not straight\n[00:03.49] Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n[00:05.98] Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n[00:07.86] Aiyyo, check this out\n[00:08.94] Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n[00:11.20] We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n[00:14.15] We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n[00:18.82] And my man Ep Rock\n[00:19.10] X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n[00:22.45] 'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n[00:24.92] Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n[00:27.52] Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n[00:29.25] Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n[00:31.89] People often wonder and ask\n[00:33.54] Is I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\n[00:36.99] In fact, they failed the test\n[00:38.84] It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\n[00:40.74] My bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n[00:42.10] Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition\n[00:45.19] Can't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\n[00:47.66] But oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\n[00:49.74] The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n[00:51.72] And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\n[00:54.24] The adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\n[00:56.56] And a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\n[00:58.45] Set forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n[01:01.16] Rhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\n[01:03.01] Now MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\n[01:05.57] The X in my name makes it all official\n[01:07.90] Am I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n[01:10.10] Rollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\n[01:12.26] And CB talker was the zero one-niner\n[01:14.68] Took a slight drop from the tip of the top\n[01:16.88] Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n[01:18.82] What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\n[01:21.22] Never ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\n[01:23.17] Keep on, yes my word is bond\n[01:25.07] Speakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n[01:27.75] 'Cause it's ragtime!\n[01:28.86] Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\n[01:30.22] Aight, now we got Lord J\n[01:31.66] Lord J, yo c'mon now\n[01:33.89] Kick, the flavor to this\n[01:35.46] Drop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n[01:36.86] I like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\n[01:39.23] I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\n[01:41.74] Which I contain, to manifest thought\n[01:43.80] The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n[01:46.48] (Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\n[01:48.55] I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\n[01:50.69] I just get to the bare essential\n[01:53.14] Demandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n[01:55.38] I never slept, my mind was in the right place\n[01:57.41] Now let's take our steps and retrace\n[01:59.37] Back to a time, when black was defined\n[02:01.56] As original, God-like, supreme, divine\n[02:04.37] Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\n[02:06.53] There was a void in New York but now it's filled in\n[02:08.96] By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\n[02:10.94] To the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n[02:13.82] Well you can be one too\n[02:14.94] Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\n[02:17.41] You got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\n[02:20.11] Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome\n[02:22.42] Understanding is the manifestation\n[02:24.53] And cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n[02:27.34] That's definitely ragtime\n[02:29.50] Now let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\n[02:30.88] Hit this in the 90's\n[02:33.57] Hey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n[02:35.45] As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\n[02:37.61] Trick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\n[02:40.13] Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\n[02:42.34] I got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n[02:44.26] When it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\n[02:46.79] MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\n[02:49.18] I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\n[02:51.40] Damn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n[02:53.59] Always help another meaning sister or a brother\n[02:55.96] Just a little tip I picked up from my mother\n[02:58.14] Smooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\n[03:00.40] So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n[03:02.60] Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\n[03:05.24] So honey, what is it? (What is it?)\n[03:06.90] I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\n[03:09.36] You wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n[03:11.59] I'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\n[03:14.07] Not a only child, four brothers and one sister\n[03:16.29] Not a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\n[03:18.44] When it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n[03:20.51] So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\n[03:22.72] When brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\n[03:24.10] So smile, here comes the picture, click!\n[03:27.31] A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n[03:29.23] I can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\n[03:31.71] Go no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\n[03:33.93] Take my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\n[03:36.36] Then I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n[03:38.31] (Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n[03:41.73] Ah, yeah\n[03:43.33] Now let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\n[03:46.65] Know I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\n[03:49.12] This is a brand new year\n[03:51.27] And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n[03:54.01] Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n[03:57.10] Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n[03:59.35] Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n[04:01.48] Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n[04:06.89] Kick this shit\n[04:08.65] Try to live\n[04:10.85] Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n[04:12.74] Without the one...\n[04:13.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ragtime\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: One For All (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n  start_ms: 180\n  end_ms: 1710\n- text: That's not straight\n  start_ms: 1710\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 5980\n- text: Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n  start_ms: 5980\n  end_ms: 7860\n- text: Aiyyo, check this out\n  start_ms: 7860\n  end_ms: 8940\n- text: Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n  start_ms: 8940\n  end_ms: 11200\n- text: We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n  start_ms: 11200\n  end_ms: 14150\n- text: We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n  start_ms: 14150\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: And my man Ep Rock\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 19100\n- text: X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n  start_ms: 19100\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: '''Cause we gettin'' ready to be out of here in a sec'\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24920\n- text: Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n  start_ms: 24920\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 29250\n- text: Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n  start_ms: 29250\n  end_ms: 31890\n- text: People often wonder and ask\n  start_ms: 31890\n  end_ms: 33540\n- text: Is I'm the best? 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Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\n  In fact, they failed the test\n  It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\n  My bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n\n  Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition\n  Can't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\n  But oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\n  The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n\n  And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\n  The adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\n  And a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\n  Set forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n\n  Rhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\n  Now MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\n  The X in my name makes it all official\n  Am I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n\n  Rollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\n  And CB talker was the zero one-niner\n  Took a slight drop from the tip of the top\n  Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n\n  What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\n  Never ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\n  Keep on, yes my word is bond\n  Speakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n  'Cause it's ragtime!\n\n  Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\n  Aight, now we got Lord J\n  Lord J, yo c'mon now\n  Kick, the flavor to this\n  Drop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n\n  I like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\n  I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\n  Which I contain, to manifest thought\n  The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n\n  (Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\n  I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\n  I just get to the bare essential\n  Demandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n\n  I never slept, my mind was in the right place\n  Now let's take our steps and retrace\n  Back to a time, when black was defined\n  As original, God-like, supreme, divine\n\n  Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\n  There was a void in New York but now it's filled in\n  By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\n  To the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n\n  Well you can be one too\n  Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\n  You got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\n  Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome\n  Understanding is the manifestation\n  And cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n\n  That's definitely ragtime\n  Now let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\n  Hit this in the 90's\n  Hey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n\n  As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\n  Trick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\n  Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\n  I got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n\n  When it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\n  MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\n  I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\n  Damn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n\n  Always help another meaning sister or a brother\n  Just a little tip I picked up from my mother\n  Smooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\n  So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n\n  Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\n  So honey, what is it? (What is it?)\n  I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\n  You wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n\n  I'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\n  Not a only child, four brothers and one sister\n  Not a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\n  When it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n\n  So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\n  When brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\n  So smile, here comes the picture, click!\n  A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n\n  I can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\n  Go no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\n  Take my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\n  Then I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n  (Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n\n  Ah, yeah\n  Now let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\n  Know I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\n  This is a brand new year\n  And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n\n  Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n  Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n  Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n  Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n  Kick this shit\n  Try to live\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n  Without the one...\n"},{"id":9813856,"name":"Ragtime","trackName":"Ragtime","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"One for All","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit her, I mean let's hit this\nThat's not straight\nDo it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\nHere we go, let's pull it bwoy\n\nAiyyo, check this out\nBrand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\nWe got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\nWe got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\nAnd my man Ep Rock\nX, kick the flavor for me on this one\n'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n\nWild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\nOpen your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\nKickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\nPeople often wonder and ask\n\nIs I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\nIn fact, they failed the test\nIt's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\nMy bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n\nMan on a mission, go to school with low tuition\nCan't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\nBut oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\nThe criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n\nAnd it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\nThe adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\nAnd a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\nSet forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n\nRhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\nNow MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\nThe X in my name makes it all official\nAm I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n\nRollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\nAnd CB talker was the zero one-niner\nTook a slight drop from the tip of the top\nNow I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n\nWhat's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\nNever ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\nKeep on, yes my word is bond\nSpeakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n'Cause it's ragtime!\n\nAh yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\nAight, now we got Lord J\nLord J, yo c'mon now\nKick, the flavor to this\nDrop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n\nI like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\nI do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\nWhich I contain, to manifest thought\nThe record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n\n(Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\nI speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\nI just get to the bare essential\nDemandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n\nI never slept, my mind was in the right place\nNow let's take our steps and retrace\nBack to a time, when black was defined\nAs original, God-like, supreme, divine\n\nRefined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\nThere was a void in New York but now it's filled in\nBy the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\nTo the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n\nWell you can be one too\nNow here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\nYou got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\nKnow wisdom's the way to let it outcome\nUnderstanding is the manifestation\nAnd cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n\nThat's definitely ragtime\nNow let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\nHit this in the 90's\nHey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n\nAs I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\nTrick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\nLast longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\nI got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n\nWhen it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\nMC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\nI boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\nDamn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n\nAlways help another meaning sister or a brother\nJust a little tip I picked up from my mother\nSmooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\nSo honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n\nMr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\nSo honey, what is it? (What is it?)\nI rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\nYou wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n\nI'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\nNot a only child, four brothers and one sister\nNot a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\nWhen it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n\nSo here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\nWhen brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\nSo smile, here comes the picture, click!\nA humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n\nI can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\nGo no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\nTake my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\nThen I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n(Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n\nAh, yeah\nNow let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\nKnow I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\nThis is a brand new year\nAnd we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n\nBrand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\nBrand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\nBrand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\nYoung ladies, you gonna, can't wait\nKick this shit\nTry to live\nYeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\nWithout the one...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n[00:01.71] That's not straight\n[00:03.49] Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n[00:05.98] Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n[00:07.86] Aiyyo, check this out\n[00:08.94] Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n[00:11.20] We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n[00:14.15] We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n[00:18.82] And my man Ep Rock\n[00:19.10] X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n[00:22.45] 'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n[00:24.92] Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n[00:27.52] Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n[00:29.25] Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n[00:31.89] People often wonder and ask\n[00:33.54] Is I'm the best? 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'Cause it's ragtime\n[03:41.73] Ah, yeah\n[03:43.33] Now let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\n[03:46.65] Know I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\n[03:49.12] This is a brand new year\n[03:51.27] And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n[03:54.01] Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n[03:57.10] Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n[03:59.35] Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n[04:01.48] Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n[04:06.89] Kick this shit\n[04:08.65] Try to live\n[04:10.85] Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n[04:12.74] Without the one...\n[04:13.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ragtime\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: One for All\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n  start_ms: 180\n  end_ms: 1710\n- text: That's not straight\n  start_ms: 1710\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 5980\n- text: Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n  start_ms: 5980\n  end_ms: 7860\n- text: Aiyyo, check this out\n  start_ms: 7860\n  end_ms: 8940\n- text: Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n  start_ms: 8940\n  end_ms: 11200\n- text: We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n  start_ms: 11200\n  end_ms: 14150\n- text: We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n  start_ms: 14150\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: And my man Ep Rock\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 19100\n- text: X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n  start_ms: 19100\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: '''Cause we gettin'' ready to be out of here in a sec'\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24920\n- text: Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n  start_ms: 24920\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 29250\n- text: Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n  start_ms: 29250\n  end_ms: 31890\n- text: People often wonder and ask\n  start_ms: 31890\n  end_ms: 33540\n- text: Is I'm the best? 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Let me brag mine\n  start_ms: 149500\n  end_ms: 150880\n- text: Hit this in the 90's\n  start_ms: 150880\n  end_ms: 153570\n- text: Hey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n  start_ms: 153570\n  end_ms: 155450\n- text: As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\n  start_ms: 155450\n  end_ms: 157610\n- text: Trick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\n  start_ms: 157610\n  end_ms: 160130\n- text: Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\n  start_ms: 160130\n  end_ms: 162340\n- text: I got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n  start_ms: 162340\n  end_ms: 164260\n- text: When it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\n  start_ms: 164260\n  end_ms: 166790\n- text: MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\n  start_ms: 166790\n  end_ms: 169180\n- text: I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\n  start_ms: 169180\n  end_ms: 171400\n- text: Damn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n  start_ms: 171400\n  end_ms: 173590\n- text: Always help another meaning sister or a brother\n  start_ms: 173590\n  end_ms: 175960\n- text: Just a little tip I picked up from my mother\n  start_ms: 175960\n  end_ms: 178140\n- text: Smooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\n  start_ms: 178140\n  end_ms: 180400\n- text: So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n  start_ms: 180400\n  end_ms: 182600\n- text: Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\n  start_ms: 182600\n  end_ms: 185240\n- text: So honey, what is it? 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You know I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 226650\n  end_ms: 229120\n- text: This is a brand new year\n  start_ms: 229120\n  end_ms: 231270\n- text: And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n  start_ms: 231270\n  end_ms: 234010\n- text: Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n  start_ms: 234010\n  end_ms: 237100\n- text: Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n  start_ms: 237100\n  end_ms: 239350\n- text: Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n  start_ms: 239350\n  end_ms: 241480\n- text: Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n  start_ms: 241480\n  end_ms: 246890\n- text: Kick this shit\n  start_ms: 246890\n  end_ms: 248650\n- text: Try to live\n  start_ms: 248650\n  end_ms: 250850\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n  start_ms: 250850\n  end_ms: 252740\n- text: Without the one...\n  start_ms: 252740\n  end_ms: 253850\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253850\nplain: |-\n  Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n  That's not straight\n  Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n  Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n\n  Aiyyo, check this out\n  Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n  We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n  We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n  And my man Ep Rock\n  X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n  'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n\n  Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n  Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n  Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n  People often wonder and ask\n\n  Is I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\n  In fact, they failed the test\n  It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\n  My bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n\n  Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition\n  Can't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\n  But oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\n  The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n\n  And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\n  The adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\n  And a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\n  Set forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n\n  Rhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\n  Now MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\n  The X in my name makes it all official\n  Am I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n\n  Rollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\n  And CB talker was the zero one-niner\n  Took a slight drop from the tip of the top\n  Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n\n  What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\n  Never ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\n  Keep on, yes my word is bond\n  Speakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n  'Cause it's ragtime!\n\n  Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\n  Aight, now we got Lord J\n  Lord J, yo c'mon now\n  Kick, the flavor to this\n  Drop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n\n  I like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\n  I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\n  Which I contain, to manifest thought\n  The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n\n  (Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\n  I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\n  I just get to the bare essential\n  Demandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n\n  I never slept, my mind was in the right place\n  Now let's take our steps and retrace\n  Back to a time, when black was defined\n  As original, God-like, supreme, divine\n\n  Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\n  There was a void in New York but now it's filled in\n  By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\n  To the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n\n  Well you can be one too\n  Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\n  You got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\n  Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome\n  Understanding is the manifestation\n  And cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n\n  That's definitely ragtime\n  Now let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\n  Hit this in the 90's\n  Hey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n\n  As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\n  Trick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\n  Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\n  I got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n\n  When it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\n  MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\n  I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\n  Damn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n\n  Always help another meaning sister or a brother\n  Just a little tip I picked up from my mother\n  Smooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\n  So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n\n  Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\n  So honey, what is it? (What is it?)\n  I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\n  You wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n\n  I'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\n  Not a only child, four brothers and one sister\n  Not a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\n  When it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n\n  So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\n  When brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\n  So smile, here comes the picture, click!\n  A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n\n  I can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\n  Go no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\n  Take my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\n  Then I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n  (Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n\n  Ah, yeah\n  Now let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\n  Know I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\n  This is a brand new year\n  And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n\n  Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n  Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n  Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n  Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n  Kick this shit\n  Try to live\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n  Without the one...\n"},{"id":39786445,"name":"Ragtime","trackName":"Ragtime","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"One For All [Bonus Tracks]","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit her, I mean let's hit this\nThat's not straight\nDo it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\nHere we go, let's pull it bwoy\n\nAiyyo, check this out\nBrand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\nWe got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\nWe got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\nAnd my man Ep Rock\nX, kick the flavor for me on this one\n'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n\nWild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\nOpen your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\nKickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\nPeople often wonder and ask\n\nIs I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\nIn fact, they failed the test\nIt's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\nMy bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n\nMan on a mission, go to school with low tuition\nCan't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\nBut oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\nThe criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n\nAnd it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\nThe adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\nAnd a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\nSet forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n\nRhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\nNow MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\nThe X in my name makes it all official\nAm I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n\nRollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\nAnd CB talker was the zero one-niner\nTook a slight drop from the tip of the top\nNow I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n\nWhat's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\nNever ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\nKeep on, yes my word is bond\nSpeakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n'Cause it's ragtime!\n\nAh yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\nAight, now we got Lord J\nLord J, yo c'mon now\nKick, the flavor to this\nDrop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n\nI like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\nI do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\nWhich I contain, to manifest thought\nThe record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n\n(Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\nI speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\nI just get to the bare essential\nDemandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n\nI never slept, my mind was in the right place\nNow let's take our steps and retrace\nBack to a time, when black was defined\nAs original, God-like, supreme, divine\n\nRefined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\nThere was a void in New York but now it's filled in\nBy the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\nTo the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n\nWell you can be one too\nNow here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\nYou got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\nKnow wisdom's the way to let it outcome\nUnderstanding is the manifestation\nAnd cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n\nThat's definitely ragtime\nNow let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\nHit this in the 90's\nHey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n\nAs I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\nTrick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\nLast longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\nI got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n\nWhen it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\nMC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\nI boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\nDamn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n\nAlways help another meaning sister or a brother\nJust a little tip I picked up from my mother\nSmooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\nSo honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n\nMr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\nSo honey, what is it? (What is it?)\nI rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\nYou wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n\nI'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\nNot a only child, four brothers and one sister\nNot a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\nWhen it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n\nSo here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\nWhen brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\nSo smile, here comes the picture, click!\nA humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n\nI can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\nGo no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\nTake my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\nThen I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n(Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n\nAh, yeah\nNow let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\nKnow I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\nThis is a brand new year\nAnd we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n\nBrand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\nBrand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\nBrand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\nYoung ladies, you gonna, can't wait\nKick this shit\nTry to live\nYeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\nWithout the one...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18]Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n[00:01.71]That's not straight\n[00:03.49]Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n[00:05.98]Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n[00:07.86]Aiyyo, check this out\n[00:08.94]Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n[00:11.20]We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n[00:14.15]We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n[00:18.82]And my man Ep Rock\n[00:19.10]X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n[00:22.45]'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n[00:24.92]Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n[00:27.52]Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n[00:29.25]Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n[00:31.89]People often wonder and ask\n[00:33.54]Is I'm the best? 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Well that's the so-called issue\n[01:10.10]Rollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\n[01:12.26]And CB talker was the zero one-niner\n[01:14.68]Took a slight drop from the tip of the top\n[01:16.88]Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n[01:18.82]What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\n[01:21.22]Never ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\n[01:23.17]Keep on, yes my word is bond\n[01:25.07]Speakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n[01:27.75]'Cause it's ragtime!\n[01:28.86]Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\n[01:30.22]Aight, now we got Lord J\n[01:31.66]Lord J, yo c'mon now\n[01:33.89]Kick, the flavor to this\n[01:35.46]Drop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n[01:36.86]I like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\n[01:39.23]I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\n[01:41.74]Which I contain, to manifest thought\n[01:43.80]The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n[01:46.48](Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\n[01:48.55]I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\n[01:50.69]I just get to the bare essential\n[01:53.14]Demandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n[01:55.38]I never slept, my mind was in the right place\n[01:57.41]Now let's take our steps and retrace\n[01:59.37]Back to a time, when black was defined\n[02:01.56]As original, God-like, supreme, divine\n[02:04.37]Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\n[02:06.53]There was a void in New York but now it's filled in\n[02:08.96]By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\n[02:10.94]To the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n[02:13.82]Well you can be one too\n[02:14.94]Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\n[02:17.41]You got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\n[02:20.11]Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome\n[02:22.42]Understanding is the manifestation\n[02:24.53]And cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n[02:27.34]That's definitely ragtime\n[02:29.50]Now let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\n[02:30.88]Hit this in the 90's\n[02:33.57]Hey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n[02:35.45]As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\n[02:37.61]Trick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\n[02:40.13]Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\n[02:42.34]I got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n[02:44.26]When it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\n[02:46.79]MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\n[02:49.18]I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\n[02:51.40]Damn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n[02:53.59]Always help another meaning sister or a brother\n[02:55.96]Just a little tip I picked up from my mother\n[02:58.14]Smooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\n[03:00.40]So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n[03:02.60]Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\n[03:05.24]So honey, what is it? (What is it?)\n[03:06.90]I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\n[03:09.36]You wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n[03:11.59]I'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\n[03:14.07]Not a only child, four brothers and one sister\n[03:16.29]Not a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\n[03:18.44]When it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n[03:20.51]So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\n[03:22.72]When brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\n[03:24.10]So smile, here comes the picture, click!\n[03:27.31]A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n[03:29.23]I can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\n[03:31.71]Go no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\n[03:33.93]Take my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\n[03:36.36]Then I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n[03:38.31](Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n[03:41.73]Ah, yeah\n[03:43.33]Now let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\n[03:46.65]Know I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\n[03:49.12]This is a brand new year\n[03:51.27]And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n[03:54.01]Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n[03:57.10]Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n[03:59.35]Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n[04:01.48]Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n[04:06.89]Kick this shit\n[04:08.65]Try to live\n[04:10.85]Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n[04:12.74]Without the one...\n[04:13.85]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ragtime\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: One For All [Bonus Tracks]\n  duration_ms: 255660\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n  start_ms: 180\n  end_ms: 1710\n- text: That's not straight\n  start_ms: 1710\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 5980\n- text: Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n  start_ms: 5980\n  end_ms: 7860\n- text: Aiyyo, check this out\n  start_ms: 7860\n  end_ms: 8940\n- text: Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n  start_ms: 8940\n  end_ms: 11200\n- text: We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n  start_ms: 11200\n  end_ms: 14150\n- text: We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n  start_ms: 14150\n  end_ms: 18820\n- text: And my man Ep Rock\n  start_ms: 18820\n  end_ms: 19100\n- text: X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n  start_ms: 19100\n  end_ms: 22450\n- text: '''Cause we gettin'' ready to be out of here in a sec'\n  start_ms: 22450\n  end_ms: 24920\n- text: Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n  start_ms: 24920\n  end_ms: 27520\n- text: Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n  start_ms: 27520\n  end_ms: 29250\n- text: Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n  start_ms: 29250\n  end_ms: 31890\n- text: People often wonder and ask\n  start_ms: 31890\n  end_ms: 33540\n- text: Is I'm the best? 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You know I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 226650\n  end_ms: 229120\n- text: This is a brand new year\n  start_ms: 229120\n  end_ms: 231270\n- text: And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n  start_ms: 231270\n  end_ms: 234010\n- text: Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n  start_ms: 234010\n  end_ms: 237100\n- text: Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n  start_ms: 237100\n  end_ms: 239350\n- text: Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n  start_ms: 239350\n  end_ms: 241480\n- text: Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n  start_ms: 241480\n  end_ms: 246890\n- text: Kick this shit\n  start_ms: 246890\n  end_ms: 248650\n- text: Try to live\n  start_ms: 248650\n  end_ms: 250850\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n  start_ms: 250850\n  end_ms: 252740\n- text: Without the one...\n  start_ms: 252740\n  end_ms: 253850\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 253850\nplain: |-\n  Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n  That's not straight\n  Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n  Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n\n  Aiyyo, check this out\n  Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n  We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n  We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n  And my man Ep Rock\n  X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n  'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n\n  Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n  Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n  Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n  People often wonder and ask\n\n  Is I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\n  In fact, they failed the test\n  It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\n  My bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n\n  Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition\n  Can't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\n  But oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\n  The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n\n  And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\n  The adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\n  And a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\n  Set forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n\n  Rhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\n  Now MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\n  The X in my name makes it all official\n  Am I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n\n  Rollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\n  And CB talker was the zero one-niner\n  Took a slight drop from the tip of the top\n  Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n\n  What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\n  Never ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\n  Keep on, yes my word is bond\n  Speakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n  'Cause it's ragtime!\n\n  Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\n  Aight, now we got Lord J\n  Lord J, yo c'mon now\n  Kick, the flavor to this\n  Drop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n\n  I like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\n  I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\n  Which I contain, to manifest thought\n  The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n\n  (Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\n  I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\n  I just get to the bare essential\n  Demandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n\n  I never slept, my mind was in the right place\n  Now let's take our steps and retrace\n  Back to a time, when black was defined\n  As original, God-like, supreme, divine\n\n  Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\n  There was a void in New York but now it's filled in\n  By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\n  To the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n\n  Well you can be one too\n  Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\n  You got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\n  Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome\n  Understanding is the manifestation\n  And cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n\n  That's definitely ragtime\n  Now let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\n  Hit this in the 90's\n  Hey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n\n  As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\n  Trick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\n  Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\n  I got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n\n  When it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\n  MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\n  I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\n  Damn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n\n  Always help another meaning sister or a brother\n  Just a little tip I picked up from my mother\n  Smooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\n  So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n\n  Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\n  So honey, what is it? (What is it?)\n  I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\n  You wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n\n  I'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\n  Not a only child, four brothers and one sister\n  Not a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\n  When it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n\n  So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\n  When brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\n  So smile, here comes the picture, click!\n  A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n\n  I can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\n  Go no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\n  Take my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\n  Then I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n  (Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n\n  Ah, yeah\n  Now let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\n  Know I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\n  This is a brand new year\n  And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n\n  Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n  Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n  Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n  Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n  Kick this shit\n  Try to live\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n  Without the one...\n"},{"id":29605803,"name":"04 - ragtime","trackName":"04 - ragtime","artistName":"Brand Nubian","albumName":"One For All","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hit her, I mean let's hit this\nThat's not straight\nDo it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\nHere we go, let's pull it bwoy\n\nAiyyo, check this out\nBrand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\nWe got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\nWe got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\nAnd my man Ep Rock\nX, kick the flavor for me on this one\n'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n\nWild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\nOpen your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\nKickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\nPeople often wonder and ask\n\nIs I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\nIn fact, they failed the test\nIt's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\nMy bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n\nMan on a mission, go to school with low tuition\nCan't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\nBut oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\nThe criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n\nAnd it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\nThe adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\nAnd a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\nSet forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n\nRhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\nNow MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\nThe X in my name makes it all official\nAm I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n\nRollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\nAnd CB talker was the zero one-niner\nTook a slight drop from the tip of the top\nNow I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n\nWhat's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\nNever ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\nKeep on, yes my word is bond\nSpeakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n'Cause it's ragtime!\n\nAh yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\nAight, now we got Lord J\nLord J, yo c'mon now\nKick, the flavor to this\nDrop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n\nI like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\nI do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\nWhich I contain, to manifest thought\nThe record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n\n(Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\nI speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\nI just get to the bare essential\nDemandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n\nI never slept, my mind was in the right place\nNow let's take our steps and retrace\nBack to a time, when black was defined\nAs original, God-like, supreme, divine\n\nRefined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\nThere was a void in New York but now it's filled in\nBy the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\nTo the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n\nWell you can be one too\nNow here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\nYou got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\nKnow wisdom's the way to let it outcome\nUnderstanding is the manifestation\nAnd cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n\nThat's definitely ragtime\nNow let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\nHit this in the 90's\nHey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n\nAs I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\nTrick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\nLast longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\nI got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n\nWhen it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\nMC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\nI boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\nDamn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n\nAlways help another meaning sister or a brother\nJust a little tip I picked up from my mother\nSmooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\nSo honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n\nMr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\nSo honey, what is it? (What is it?)\nI rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\nYou wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n\nI'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\nNot a only child, four brothers and one sister\nNot a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\nWhen it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n\nSo here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\nWhen brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\nSo smile, here comes the picture, click!\nA humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n\nI can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\nGo no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\nTake my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\nThen I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n(Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n\nAh, yeah\nNow let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\nKnow I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\nThis is a brand new year\nAnd we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n\nBrand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\nBrand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\nBrand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\nYoung ladies, you gonna, can't wait\nKick this shit\nTry to live\nYeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\nWithout the one...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 04 - ragtime\n  artist: Brand Nubian\n  album: One For All\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Hit her, I mean let's hit this\n  That's not straight\n  Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?\n  Here we go, let's pull it bwoy\n\n  Aiyyo, check this out\n  Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'\n  We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex\n  We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!\n  And my man Ep Rock\n  X, kick the flavor for me on this one\n  'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a sec\n\n  Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll\n  Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores\n  Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism\n  People often wonder and ask\n\n  Is I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest\n  In fact, they failed the test\n  It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular\n  My bite is in your neck, it's the effect of Dracula\n\n  Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition\n  Can't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin'\n  But oh I beg your pardon, the race is startin'\n  The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard\n\n  And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day\n  The adjective, amazing, spelled with an 'A'\n  And a 'G' on the end, by usin' my pen\n  Set forth on a journey for the perfect blend\n\n  Rhymin' was a fad in the days of my dad\n  Now MC's is makin G's and goin' for bad\n  The X in my name makes it all official\n  Am I the King? Well that's the so-called issue\n\n  Rollin' off the tongue was the fresh one-liner\n  And CB talker was the zero one-niner\n  Took a slight drop from the tip of the top\n  Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin' to clock\n\n  What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine\n  Never ate the pig, can't deal with the swine\n  Keep on, yes my word is bond\n  Speakin' that knowledge like Farrakhan\n  'Cause it's ragtime!\n\n  Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!\n  Aight, now we got Lord J\n  Lord J, yo c'mon now\n  Kick, the flavor to this\n  Drop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)\n\n  I like to drop bass, 'cause when it hits, I bounce 'em\n  I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain\n  Which I contain, to manifest thought\n  The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate\n\n  (Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate\n  I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate\n  I just get to the bare essential\n  Demandin' that I talk of my credentials, 'cause yo\n\n  I never slept, my mind was in the right place\n  Now let's take our steps and retrace\n  Back to a time, when black was defined\n  As original, God-like, supreme, divine\n\n  Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'\n  There was a void in New York but now it's filled in\n  By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A\n  To the R, now say I'm a star (you a star, J!)\n\n  Well you can be one too\n  Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)\n  You got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation\n  Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome\n  Understanding is the manifestation\n  And cultural freedom, the final turnout, 'cause it's ragtime\n\n  That's definitely ragtime\n  Now let me brag mine! Let me brag mine\n  Hit this in the 90's\n  Hey yo, bust it (here I go, here I go, here I go)\n\n  As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza\n  Trick ends on my friends, 'cause Puba's not a miser\n  Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer\n  I got a little older but a whole lot wiser\n\n  When it comes to shootin' sides, I'm a damn good shooter\n  MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a Buddha\n  I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism\n  Damn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm\n\n  Always help another meaning sister or a brother\n  Just a little tip I picked up from my mother\n  Smooth as Ali Baba, once a week I see the barber\n  So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber\n\n  Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard\n  So honey, what is it? (What is it?)\n  I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading\n  You wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding\n\n  I'm hurtin' like a blister, confusin' like Twister\n  Not a only child, four brothers and one sister\n  Not a rinky-dinky, never snackin' on a Twinkie\n  When it comes to flexin' I can bend like a Slinkie\n\n  So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp\n  When brothers try to play me, that's when the Pub' gets amped\n  So smile, here comes the picture, click!\n  A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic'\n\n  I can relate to the Good Times, the Cosby's on the sometimes\n  Go no buzz on a Sunday. then it's back at work on Monday\n  Take my gear to the cleaner's, buy pants or a Beamer\n  Then I'm out, bangin' crackheads, I can do without\n  (Definitely, why not Puba? Why, why, why?) 'Cause it's ragtime\n\n  Ah, yeah\n  Now let's on the top with the 90s, y'all\n  Know I'm sayin'? You know I'm sayin'?\n  This is a brand new year\n  And we all brand new, brand new, brand new, yeah\n\n  Brand, brand new, brand new, yeah (let's check it like this)\n  Brand new, brand new yeah (let's check it like that)\n  Brand new, brand new, yeah (now you know what I'm sayin')\n  Young ladies, you gonna, can't wait\n  Kick this shit\n  Try to live\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-hee!\n  Without the one...\n"}]