[{"id":3079605,"name":"Area","trackName":"Area","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Buhloone Mindstate","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I can just remember)\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nI got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La\nI'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya\nI'm known for sampling of soul food\nOff the old school plates\nWhen I met up with my niggas from the 718\nOne the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens\nYet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans\nSo I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\nFor me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n(You're runnin' on an empty tank) but still get paid in full\n(And get the girls) man, I'm packing gravitational pull\nBring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\nI'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n(What?)\nWell, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\nMan, who's ringing up my area (oh)\nOh, I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\nLike the 718's out of Vietnam\nSniffin' skypagers had me drugged (man, I knew a psycho)\n703's on my love bug\nI made mates with the brothers up in 215\nCrazy Buddhas in my mind\nMy Chattanooga champ had me late for the camp\nAnd my 202 keeps me marvelous\nI guess Mars was my hideaway\nBut if the stars for a getaway\nSince I'm capable, I conjure up the walk in this way\nI slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\nI be the 919 seeker 'cause ain't off legit\nSo when I'm with my crew, I always have a place to sit\nDue to this, a brother tries to play me\n(Yeah, like one in 514) yo, some kid tried to flip on me\nThey instigated a brawl\n(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\nThen I just laughed\n(We whooped that ass)\nAnd put the feelings aside, I know who I am\nI cast the grain by the pound\nI make sounds with the horn\nWhen I color the corn, caught the fit\nAnd sit the two when honey slung the tip\nWell, I'm taking my finds to the 301's\nWhile I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut\nMy man from the 908, he don't like it like that\nSo I pipes 'til the sunshine hikes\nA kettle of the master plan makes the Malibu idol\n(God forgive me) well, it's a hook\nThe third to the 0, to the 5, had top feel the vibe\nWhen the 516 played convicts\nThe man Maseo is here to put the habit along\nAnd what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\nIs it 918? (No)\nIs it 212? (No)\nI'm speakin' on 404? (Hell, no)\nWhat about 516?\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya) (huh? What?)\nJust another area for me to patrol\nI got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\nGiving upside down frowns to London when 703\nHer moms didn't like it, I had to let be\nFor the fact I lays bricks\n'Cause my semen ends with the letter T\nMy seed is hard to submerge\nI play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\nBut I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\nI got Hot Dog in the Area\nI got the Violators in the area (ah)\nI's got the Violators in the area (ah)\nIt don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\nCop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\nClear my area\n(I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n(I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n(Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home)\n(Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n(Okay?)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] I can just remember the number-\n[00:10.25] Just another area (for me to patrol)\n[00:12.80] Just another area (that shows I got soul)\n[00:15.58] Just another area (for me to patrol)\n[00:18.07] Just another area (that shows I got soul)\n[00:20.59] I got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n[00:23.05] I'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya\n[00:25.58] I'm known for sampling of soul food off the old school plates\n[00:28.22] When I met up with my niggas from the 718\n[00:31.16] One the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\n[00:33.47] Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\n[00:36.02] So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n[00:38.46] For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n[00:40.86] (You're runnin' on an empty tank)\n[00:42.24] But still get paid in full (and get the girls)\n[00:44.39] Man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n[00:46.24] Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n[00:48.90] I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen (what?)\n[00:51.43] Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n[00:54.05] Man, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\n[00:57.19] I used to shoe it to the bridge, but that's gone\n[00:59.15] Like the 718's out of Vietnam\n[01:01.93] Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged (man, I knew a psycho)\n[01:04.93] 703's on my love bug\n[01:07.09] I made mates with the brothers up in 215\n[01:09.95] Crazy Buddhas in my mind\n[01:12.15] My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\n[01:14.68] And my 202 keeps me marvelous\n[01:17.43] I guess Mars was my hideaway\n[01:20.32] But if the stars for a getaway\n[01:22.02] Since I'm capable, I conjure up the walk in this way\n[01:24.84] I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n[01:27.47] I be the 919 seeker, 'cause ain't off legit\n[01:30.13] So when I'm with my crew, I always have a place to sit\n[01:32.62] Due to this, a brother tries to play me (yeah, like one in 514)\n[01:35.74] Yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n[01:37.51] They instigated a brawl (so we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n[01:41.98] Then I just laughed\n[01:45.12] (We whooped that ass)\n[01:45.94] And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n[01:48.33] I cashed the grain by the pound\n[01:50.28] I make sounds with the horn\n[01:51.95] When I color the corn, caught the fit\n[01:54.19] And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n[01:55.84] Well, I'm taking my funds to the 301's\n[01:58.50] While I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n[02:01.08] My man from the 908's, he don't like it like that\n[02:04.28] So I pipes 'til the sunshine hikes\n[02:06.19] A kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n[02:09.60] (God forgive me) well, it's a hook\n[02:11.43] The third to the 0 to the five had to feel the vibe\n[02:14.47] When the 516 played convicts\n[02:16.36] The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n[02:18.96] And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n[02:21.51] Is it 918? (No), is it 212? (No)\n[02:26.15] I'm speakin' on 404 (hell no)\n[02:28.93] What about 516? (I dunno)\n[02:31.97] What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n[02:33.91] What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n[02:36.75] And what is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n[02:39.49] And what is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n[02:41.23] (Huh? What?)\n[02:42.49] Just another area for me to patrol\n[02:44.76] I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\n[02:46.97] Giving upside down frowns to London when 703\n[02:50.11] Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n[02:52.49] For the fact I lays bricks 'cause my semen ends with the letter T\n[02:56.08] My seed is hard to submerge\n[02:57.60] I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n[03:00.31] 'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n[03:02.81] But I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\n[03:05.63] I got Hot Dog in the Area\n[03:07.99] I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n[03:10.56] I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n[03:12.92] It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n[03:15.74] Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n[03:18.36] Clear my area\n[03:19.30] (I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n[03:21.52] (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n[03:24.35] (Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n[03:27.80] (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n[03:30.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Area\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Buhloone Mindstate\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I can just remember the number-\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 10250\n- text: Just another area (for me to patrol)\n  start_ms: 10250\n  end_ms: 12800\n- text: Just another area (that shows I got soul)\n  start_ms: 12800\n  end_ms: 15580\n- text: Just another area (for me to patrol)\n  start_ms: 15580\n  end_ms: 18070\n- text: Just another area (that shows I got soul)\n  start_ms: 18070\n  end_ms: 20590\n- text: I got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n  start_ms: 20590\n  end_ms: 23050\n- text: I'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya\n  start_ms: 23050\n  end_ms: 25580\n- text: I'm known for sampling of soul food off the old school plates\n  start_ms: 25580\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: When I met up with my niggas from the 718\n  start_ms: 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What?)\n  start_ms: 161230\n  end_ms: 162490\n- text: Just another area for me to patrol\n  start_ms: 162490\n  end_ms: 164760\n- text: I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  start_ms: 164760\n  end_ms: 166970\n- text: Giving upside down frowns to London when 703\n  start_ms: 166970\n  end_ms: 170110\n- text: Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  start_ms: 170110\n  end_ms: 172490\n- text: For the fact I lays bricks 'cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  start_ms: 172490\n  end_ms: 176080\n- text: My seed is hard to submerge\n  start_ms: 176080\n  end_ms: 177600\n- text: I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  start_ms: 177600\n  end_ms: 180310\n- text: '''Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge'\n  start_ms: 180310\n  end_ms: 182810\n- text: But I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\n  start_ms: 182810\n  end_ms: 185630\n- text: I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  start_ms: 185630\n  end_ms: 187990\n- text: I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  start_ms: 187990\n  end_ms: 190560\n- text: I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  start_ms: 190560\n  end_ms: 192920\n- text: It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  start_ms: 192920\n  end_ms: 195740\n- text: Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  start_ms: 195740\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: Clear my area\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 199300\n- text: (I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n  start_ms: 199300\n  end_ms: 201520\n- text: (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n  start_ms: 201520\n  end_ms: 204350\n- text: (Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n  start_ms: 204350\n  end_ms: 207800\n- text: (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n  start_ms: 207800\n  end_ms: 210650\nplain: |-\n  (I can just remember)\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  I got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n  I'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya\n  I'm known for sampling of soul food\n  Off the old school plates\n  When I met up with my niggas from the 718\n  One the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens\n  Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans\n  So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n  For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n  (You're runnin' on an empty tank) but still get paid in full\n  (And get the girls) man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n  Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n  I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n  (What?)\n  Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n  Man, who's ringing up my area (oh)\n  Oh, I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\n  Like the 718's out of Vietnam\n  Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged (man, I knew a psycho)\n  703's on my love bug\n  I made mates with the brothers up in 215\n  Crazy Buddhas in my mind\n  My Chattanooga champ had me late for the camp\n  And my 202 keeps me marvelous\n  I guess Mars was my hideaway\n  But if the stars for a getaway\n  Since I'm capable, I conjure up the walk in this way\n  I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n  I be the 919 seeker 'cause ain't off legit\n  So when I'm with my crew, I always have a place to sit\n  Due to this, a brother tries to play me\n  (Yeah, like one in 514) yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n  They instigated a brawl\n  (So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n  Then I just laughed\n  (We whooped that ass)\n  And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n  I cast the grain by the pound\n  I make sounds with the horn\n  When I color the corn, caught the fit\n  And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n  Well, I'm taking my finds to the 301's\n  While I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n  My man from the 908, he don't like it like that\n  So I pipes 'til the sunshine hikes\n  A kettle of the master plan makes the Malibu idol\n  (God forgive me) well, it's a hook\n  The third to the 0, to the 5, had top feel the vibe\n  When the 516 played convicts\n  The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n  And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n  Is it 918? (No)\n  Is it 212? (No)\n  I'm speakin' on 404? (Hell, no)\n  What about 516?\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya) (huh? What?)\n  Just another area for me to patrol\n  I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  Giving upside down frowns to London when 703\n  Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  For the fact I lays bricks\n  'Cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  My seed is hard to submerge\n  I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n  But I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\n  I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  I's got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  Clear my area\n  (I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n  (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n  (Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home)\n  (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n  (Okay?)\n"},{"id":3079606,"name":"Area","trackName":"Area","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Buhlo͞one Mind State","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\n\nI got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\nI'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya\nI'm known for sampling of soul food\nOff the old school plates\nWhen I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8\nOne the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\nYet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\nSo I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\nFor me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n(You're runnin' on an empty tank)\nBut still get paid in full (And get the girls)\nMan, I'm packing gravitational pull\nBring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\nI'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n(What?)\n\nWell, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\nMan, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\nI used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\nLike the 7-1-8's out of Vietnam\nSniffin' skypagers had me drugged\n(Man, I knew a psycho)\n7-0-3's on my love bug\nI made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5\nCrazy buddhas in my mind\nMy Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\nAnd my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous\nI guess Mars was my hideaway\nBut if the stars for a getaway\n\nSince I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way\nI slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\nI be the 919 seeker, cause ain't off legit\nSo when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit\nDue to this, a brother tries to play me\n(Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)\nYo, some kid tried to flip on me\nThey instigated a brawl\n(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\nThen I just laughed\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(We whooped that ass)\nAnd put the feelings aside, I know who I am\nI cashed the grain by the pound\nI make sounds with the horn\nWhen I color the corn, caught the fit\nAnd sit the two when honey slung the tip\n\nWell I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1's\nAnd Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut\nMy man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that\nSo I pipes till the sunshine hikes\nA kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n(God forgive me) Well, it's a hook\nThe third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe\nWhen the 5-1-6 played convicts\n\nThe man Maseo is here to put the habit along\nAnd what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\nIs it 9-0-8? (No)\nIs it 2-1-2? (No)\nSpeakin' on 4-0-4? (Hell no)\nWhat about 5-1-6? (I dunno)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n(Huh? What?)\n\nJust another area for me to patrol\nI got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\nGiving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\nHer moms didn't like it, I had to let be\nFor the fact I lays bricks\nCause my semen ends with the letter T\nMy seed is hard to submerge\nI play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\nCause some knuckle might just head for the urge\nBut I got Prince Paul in the Area\n(Oh, it's like that now)\nI got Hot Dog in the Area\n(Heh heh heh)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nIt don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\nCop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\nClear my area\n\n(I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n(I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n(Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n(Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] I can just remember the number-\n[00:10.25] Just another area (for me to patrol)\n[00:12.80] Just another area (that shows I got soul)\n[00:15.58] Just another area (for me to patrol)\n[00:18.07] Just another area (that shows I got soul)\n[00:20.59] I got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n[00:23.05] I'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya\n[00:25.58] I'm known for sampling of soul food off the old school plates\n[00:28.22] When I met up with my niggas from the 718\n[00:31.16] One the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\n[00:33.47] Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\n[00:36.02] So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n[00:38.46] For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n[00:40.86] (You're runnin' on an empty tank)\n[00:42.24] But still get paid in full (and get the girls)\n[00:44.39] Man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n[00:46.24] Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n[00:48.90] I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen (what?)\n[00:51.43] Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n[00:54.05] Man, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\n[00:57.19] I used to shoe it to the bridge, but that's gone\n[00:59.15] Like the 718's out of Vietnam\n[01:01.93] Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged (man, I knew a psycho)\n[01:04.93] 703's on my love bug\n[01:07.09] I made mates with the brothers up in 215\n[01:09.95] Crazy Buddhas in my mind\n[01:12.15] My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\n[01:14.68] And my 202 keeps me marvelous\n[01:17.43] I guess Mars was my hideaway\n[01:20.32] But if the stars for a getaway\n[01:22.02] Since I'm capable, I conjure up the walk in this way\n[01:24.84] I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n[01:27.47] I be the 919 seeker, 'cause ain't off legit\n[01:30.13] So when I'm with my crew, I always have a place to sit\n[01:32.62] Due to this, a brother tries to play me (yeah, like one in 514)\n[01:35.74] Yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n[01:37.51] They instigated a brawl (so we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n[01:41.98] Then I just laughed\n[01:45.12] (We whooped that ass)\n[01:45.94] And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n[01:48.33] I cashed the grain by the pound\n[01:50.28] I make sounds with the horn\n[01:51.95] When I color the corn, caught the fit\n[01:54.19] And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n[01:55.84] Well, I'm taking my funds to the 301's\n[01:58.50] While I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n[02:01.08] My man from the 908's, he don't like it like that\n[02:04.28] So I pipes 'til the sunshine hikes\n[02:06.19] A kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n[02:09.60] (God forgive me) well, it's a hook\n[02:11.43] The third to the 0 to the five had to feel the vibe\n[02:14.47] When the 516 played convicts\n[02:16.36] The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n[02:18.96] And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n[02:21.51] Is it 918? (No), is it 212? (No)\n[02:26.15] I'm speakin' on 404 (hell no)\n[02:28.93] What about 516? (I dunno)\n[02:31.97] What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n[02:33.91] What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n[02:36.75] And what is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n[02:39.49] And what is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n[02:41.23] (Huh? What?)\n[02:42.49] Just another area for me to patrol\n[02:44.76] I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\n[02:46.97] Giving upside down frowns to London when 703\n[02:50.11] Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n[02:52.49] For the fact I lays bricks 'cause my semen ends with the letter T\n[02:56.08] My seed is hard to submerge\n[02:57.60] I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n[03:00.31] 'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n[03:02.81] But I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\n[03:05.63] I got Hot Dog in the Area\n[03:07.99] I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n[03:10.56] I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n[03:12.92] It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n[03:15.74] Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n[03:18.36] Clear my area\n[03:19.30] (I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n[03:21.52] (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n[03:24.35] (Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going 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What?)\n\n  Just another area for me to patrol\n  I got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  Giving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\n  Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  For the fact I lays bricks\n  Cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  My seed is hard to submerge\n  I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n  But I got Prince Paul in the Area\n  (Oh, it's like that now)\n  I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  (Heh heh heh)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  Clear my area\n\n  (I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n  (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n  (Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n  (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n"},{"id":19889506,"name":"Area","trackName":"Area","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Buhloone Mindstate","duration":215.98415,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\n\nI got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\nI'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya\nI'm known for sampling of soul food\nOff the old school plates\nWhen I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8\nOne the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\nYet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\nSo I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\nFor me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n(You're runnin' on an empty tank)\nBut still get paid in full (And get the girls)\nMan, I'm packing gravitational pull\nBring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\nI'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n(What?)\n\nWell, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\nMan, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\nI used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\nLike the 7-1-8's out of Vietnam\nSniffin' skypagers had me drugged\n(Man, I knew a psycho)\n7-0-3's on my love bug\nI made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5\nCrazy buddhas in my mind\nMy Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\nAnd my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous\nI guess Mars was my hideaway\nBut if the stars for a getaway\n\nSince I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way\nI slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\nI be the 919 seeker, cause ain't off legit\nSo when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit\nDue to this, a brother tries to play me\n(Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)\nYo, some kid tried to flip on me\nThey instigated a brawl\n(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\nThen I just laughed\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(We whooped that ass)\nAnd put the feelings aside, I know who I am\nI cashed the grain by the pound\nI make sounds with the horn\nWhen I color the corn, caught the fit\nAnd sit the two when honey slung the tip\n\nWell I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1's\nAnd Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut\nMy man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that\nSo I pipes till the sunshine hikes\nA kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n(God forgive me) Well, it's a hook\nThe third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe\nWhen the 5-1-6 played convicts\n\nThe man Maseo is here to put the habit along\nAnd what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\nIs it 9-0-8? (No)\nIs it 2-1-2? (No)\nSpeakin' on 4-0-4? (Hell no)\nWhat about 5-1-6? (I dunno)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n(Huh? What?)\n\nJust another area for me to patrol\nI got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\nGiving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\nHer moms didn't like it, I had to let be\nFor the fact I lays bricks\nCause my semen ends with the letter T\nMy seed is hard to submerge\nI play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\nCause some knuckle might just head for the urge\nBut I got Prince Paul in the Area\n(Oh, it's like that now)\nI got Hot Dog in the Area\n(Heh heh heh)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nIt don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\nCop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\nClear my area\n\n(I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n(I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n(Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n(Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Area\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Buhloone Mindstate\n  duration_ms: 215984\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n\n  I got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n  I'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya\n  I'm known for sampling of soul food\n  Off the old school plates\n  When I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8\n  One the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\n  Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\n  So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n  For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n  (You're runnin' on an empty tank)\n  But still get paid in full (And get the girls)\n  Man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n  Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n  I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n  (What?)\n\n  Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n  Man, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\n  I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\n  Like the 7-1-8's out of Vietnam\n  Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged\n  (Man, I knew a psycho)\n  7-0-3's on my love bug\n  I made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5\n  Crazy buddhas in my mind\n  My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\n  And my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous\n  I guess Mars was my hideaway\n  But if the stars for a getaway\n\n  Since I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way\n  I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n  I be the 919 seeker, cause ain't off legit\n  So when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit\n  Due to this, a brother tries to play me\n  (Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)\n  Yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n  They instigated a brawl\n  (So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n  Then I just laughed\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (We whooped that ass)\n  And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n  I cashed the grain by the pound\n  I make sounds with the horn\n  When I color the corn, caught the fit\n  And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n\n  Well I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1's\n  And Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n  My man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that\n  So I pipes till the sunshine hikes\n  A kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n  (God forgive me) Well, it's a hook\n  The third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe\n  When the 5-1-6 played convicts\n\n  The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n  And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n  Is it 9-0-8? (No)\n  Is it 2-1-2? (No)\n  Speakin' on 4-0-4? (Hell no)\n  What about 5-1-6? (I dunno)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  (Huh? What?)\n\n  Just another area for me to patrol\n  I got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  Giving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\n  Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  For the fact I lays bricks\n  Cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  My seed is hard to submerge\n  I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n  But I got Prince Paul in the Area\n  (Oh, it's like that now)\n  I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  (Heh heh heh)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  Clear my area\n\n  (I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n  (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n  (Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n  (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n"},{"id":20025499,"name":"Area","trackName":"Area","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Buhlo͞one Mind State","duration":230.373878,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\n\nI got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\nI'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya\nI'm known for sampling of soul food\nOff the old school plates\nWhen I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8\nOne the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\nYet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\nSo I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\nFor me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n(You're runnin' on an empty tank)\nBut still get paid in full (And get the girls)\nMan, I'm packing gravitational pull\nBring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\nI'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n(What?)\n\nWell, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\nMan, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\nI used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\nLike the 7-1-8's out of Vietnam\nSniffin' skypagers had me drugged\n(Man, I knew a psycho)\n7-0-3's on my love bug\nI made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5\nCrazy buddhas in my mind\nMy Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\nAnd my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous\nI guess Mars was my hideaway\nBut if the stars for a getaway\n\nSince I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way\nI slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\nI be the 919 seeker, cause ain't off legit\nSo when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit\nDue to this, a brother tries to play me\n(Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)\nYo, some kid tried to flip on me\nThey instigated a brawl\n(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\nThen I just laughed\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(We whooped that ass)\nAnd put the feelings aside, I know who I am\nI cashed the grain by the pound\nI make sounds with the horn\nWhen I color the corn, caught the fit\nAnd sit the two when honey slung the tip\n\nWell I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1's\nAnd Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut\nMy man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that\nSo I pipes till the sunshine hikes\nA kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n(God forgive me) Well, it's a hook\nThe third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe\nWhen the 5-1-6 played convicts\n\nThe man Maseo is here to put the habit along\nAnd what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\nIs it 9-0-8? (No)\nIs it 2-1-2? (No)\nSpeakin' on 4-0-4? (Hell no)\nWhat about 5-1-6? (I dunno)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n(Huh? What?)\n\nJust another area for me to patrol\nI got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\nGiving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\nHer moms didn't like it, I had to let be\nFor the fact I lays bricks\nCause my semen ends with the letter T\nMy seed is hard to submerge\nI play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\nCause some knuckle might just head for the urge\nBut I got Prince Paul in the Area\n(Oh, it's like that now)\nI got Hot Dog in the Area\n(Heh heh heh)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nIt don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\nCop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\nClear my area\n\n(I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n(I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n(Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n(Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Area\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Buhlo͞one Mind State\n  duration_ms: 230374\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n\n  I got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n  I'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya\n  I'm known for sampling of soul food\n  Off the old school plates\n  When I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8\n  One the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\n  Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\n  So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n  For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n  (You're runnin' on an empty tank)\n  But still get paid in full (And get the girls)\n  Man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n  Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n  I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n  (What?)\n\n  Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n  Man, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\n  I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\n  Like the 7-1-8's out of Vietnam\n  Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged\n  (Man, I knew a psycho)\n  7-0-3's on my love bug\n  I made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5\n  Crazy buddhas in my mind\n  My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\n  And my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous\n  I guess Mars was my hideaway\n  But if the stars for a getaway\n\n  Since I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way\n  I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n  I be the 919 seeker, cause ain't off legit\n  So when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit\n  Due to this, a brother tries to play me\n  (Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)\n  Yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n  They instigated a brawl\n  (So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n  Then I just laughed\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (We whooped that ass)\n  And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n  I cashed the grain by the pound\n  I make sounds with the horn\n  When I color the corn, caught the fit\n  And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n\n  Well I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1's\n  And Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n  My man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that\n  So I pipes till the sunshine hikes\n  A kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n  (God forgive me) Well, it's a hook\n  The third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe\n  When the 5-1-6 played convicts\n\n  The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n  And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n  Is it 9-0-8? (No)\n  Is it 2-1-2? (No)\n  Speakin' on 4-0-4? (Hell no)\n  What about 5-1-6? (I dunno)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  (Huh? What?)\n\n  Just another area for me to patrol\n  I got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  Giving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\n  Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  For the fact I lays bricks\n  Cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  My seed is hard to submerge\n  I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n  But I got Prince Paul in the Area\n  (Oh, it's like that now)\n  I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  (Heh heh heh)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  Clear my area\n\n  (I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n  (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n  (Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n  (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n"},{"id":14568893,"name":"Area","trackName":"Area","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Buhloone Mind State","duration":211.6592,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\n\nI got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\nI'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya\nI'm known for sampling of soul food\nOff the old school plates\nWhen I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8\nOne the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\nYet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\nSo I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\nFor me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n(You're runnin' on an empty tank)\nBut still get paid in full (And get the girls)\nMan, I'm packing gravitational pull\nBring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\nI'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n(What?)\n\nWell, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\nMan, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\nI used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\nLike the 7-1-8's out of Vietnam\nSniffin' skypagers had me drugged\n(Man, I knew a psycho)\n7-0-3's on my love bug\nI made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5\nCrazy buddhas in my mind\nMy Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\nAnd my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous\nI guess Mars was my hideaway\nBut if the stars for a getaway\n\nSince I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way\nI slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\nI be the 919 seeker, cause ain't off legit\nSo when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit\nDue to this, a brother tries to play me\n(Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)\nYo, some kid tried to flip on me\nThey instigated a brawl\n(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\nThen I just laughed\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(We whooped that ass)\nAnd put the feelings aside, I know who I am\nI cashed the grain by the pound\nI make sounds with the horn\nWhen I color the corn, caught the fit\nAnd sit the two when honey slung the tip\n\nWell I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1's\nAnd Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut\nMy man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that\nSo I pipes till the sunshine hikes\nA kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n(God forgive me) Well, it's a hook\nThe third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe\nWhen the 5-1-6 played convicts\n\nThe man Maseo is here to put the habit along\nAnd what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\nIs it 9-0-8? (No)\nIs it 2-1-2? (No)\nSpeakin' on 4-0-4? (Hell no)\nWhat about 5-1-6? (I dunno)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n(Huh? What?)\n\nJust another area for me to patrol\nI got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\nGiving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\nHer moms didn't like it, I had to let be\nFor the fact I lays bricks\nCause my semen ends with the letter T\nMy seed is hard to submerge\nI play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\nCause some knuckle might just head for the urge\nBut I got Prince Paul in the Area\n(Oh, it's like that now)\nI got Hot Dog in the Area\n(Heh heh heh)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nIt don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\nCop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\nClear my area\n\n(I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n(I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n(Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n(Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Area\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Buhloone Mind State\n  duration_ms: 211659\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n\n  I got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n  I'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya\n  I'm known for sampling of soul food\n  Off the old school plates\n  When I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8\n  One the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\n  Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\n  So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n  For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n  (You're runnin' on an empty tank)\n  But still get paid in full (And get the girls)\n  Man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n  Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n  I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n  (What?)\n\n  Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n  Man, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\n  I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\n  Like the 7-1-8's out of Vietnam\n  Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged\n  (Man, I knew a psycho)\n  7-0-3's on my love bug\n  I made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5\n  Crazy buddhas in my mind\n  My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\n  And my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous\n  I guess Mars was my hideaway\n  But if the stars for a getaway\n\n  Since I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way\n  I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n  I be the 919 seeker, cause ain't off legit\n  So when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit\n  Due to this, a brother tries to play me\n  (Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)\n  Yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n  They instigated a brawl\n  (So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n  Then I just laughed\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (We whooped that ass)\n  And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n  I cashed the grain by the pound\n  I make sounds with the horn\n  When I color the corn, caught the fit\n  And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n\n  Well I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1's\n  And Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n  My man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that\n  So I pipes till the sunshine hikes\n  A kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n  (God forgive me) Well, it's a hook\n  The third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe\n  When the 5-1-6 played convicts\n\n  The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n  And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n  Is it 9-0-8? (No)\n  Is it 2-1-2? (No)\n  Speakin' on 4-0-4? (Hell no)\n  What about 5-1-6? (I dunno)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  (Huh? What?)\n\n  Just another area for me to patrol\n  I got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  Giving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\n  Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  For the fact I lays bricks\n  Cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  My seed is hard to submerge\n  I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n  But I got Prince Paul in the Area\n  (Oh, it's like that now)\n  I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  (Heh heh heh)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  Clear my area\n\n  (I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n  (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n  (Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n  (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n"},{"id":24313590,"name":"Area","trackName":"Area","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Buhlo͞one Mindstate","duration":211.6,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I can just remember)\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nI got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La\nI'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya\nI'm known for sampling of soul food\nOff the old school plates\nWhen I met up with my niggas from the 718\nOne the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens\nYet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans\nSo I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\nFor me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n(You're runnin' on an empty tank) but still get paid in full\n(And get the girls) man, I'm packing gravitational pull\nBring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\nI'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n(What?)\nWell, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\nMan, who's ringing up my area (oh)\nOh, I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\nLike the 718's out of Vietnam\nSniffin' skypagers had me drugged (man, I knew a psycho)\n703's on my love bug\nI made mates with the brothers up in 215\nCrazy Buddhas in my mind\nMy Chattanooga champ had me late for the camp\nAnd my 202 keeps me marvelous\nI guess Mars was my hideaway\nBut if the stars for a getaway\nSince I'm capable, I conjure up the walk in this way\nI slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\nI be the 919 seeker 'cause ain't off legit\nSo when I'm with my crew, I always have a place to sit\nDue to this, a brother tries to play me\n(Yeah, like one in 514) yo, some kid tried to flip on me\nThey instigated a brawl\n(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\nThen I just laughed\n(We whooped that ass)\nAnd put the feelings aside, I know who I am\nI cast the grain by the pound\nI make sounds with the horn\nWhen I color the corn, caught the fit\nAnd sit the two when honey slung the tip\nWell, I'm taking my finds to the 301's\nWhile I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut\nMy man from the 908, he don't like it like that\nSo I pipes 'til the sunshine hikes\nA kettle of the master plan makes the Malibu idol\n(God forgive me) well, it's a hook\nThe third to the 0, to the 5, had top feel the vibe\nWhen the 516 played convicts\nThe man Maseo is here to put the habit along\nAnd what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\nIs it 918? (No)\nIs it 212? (No)\nI'm speakin' on 404? (Hell, no)\nWhat about 516?\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya) (huh? What?)\nJust another area for me to patrol\nI got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\nGiving upside down frowns to London when 703\nHer moms didn't like it, I had to let be\nFor the fact I lays bricks\n'Cause my semen ends with the letter T\nMy seed is hard to submerge\nI play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\nBut I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\nI got Hot Dog in the Area\nI got the Violators in the area (ah)\nI's got the Violators in the area (ah)\nIt don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\nCop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\nClear my area\n(I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n(I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n(Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home)\n(Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n(Okay?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Area\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Buhlo͞one Mindstate\n  duration_ms: 211600\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (I can just remember)\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  I got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n  I'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya\n  I'm known for sampling of soul food\n  Off the old school plates\n  When I met up with my niggas from the 718\n  One the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens\n  Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans\n  So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n  For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n  (You're runnin' on an empty tank) but still get paid in full\n  (And get the girls) man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n  Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n  I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n  (What?)\n  Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n  Man, who's ringing up my area (oh)\n  Oh, I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\n  Like the 718's out of Vietnam\n  Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged (man, I knew a psycho)\n  703's on my love bug\n  I made mates with the brothers up in 215\n  Crazy Buddhas in my mind\n  My Chattanooga champ had me late for the camp\n  And my 202 keeps me marvelous\n  I guess Mars was my hideaway\n  But if the stars for a getaway\n  Since I'm capable, I conjure up the walk in this way\n  I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n  I be the 919 seeker 'cause ain't off legit\n  So when I'm with my crew, I always have a place to sit\n  Due to this, a brother tries to play me\n  (Yeah, like one in 514) yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n  They instigated a brawl\n  (So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n  Then I just laughed\n  (We whooped that ass)\n  And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n  I cast the grain by the pound\n  I make sounds with the horn\n  When I color the corn, caught the fit\n  And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n  Well, I'm taking my finds to the 301's\n  While I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n  My man from the 908, he don't like it like that\n  So I pipes 'til the sunshine hikes\n  A kettle of the master plan makes the Malibu idol\n  (God forgive me) well, it's a hook\n  The third to the 0, to the 5, had top feel the vibe\n  When the 516 played convicts\n  The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n  And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n  Is it 918? (No)\n  Is it 212? (No)\n  I'm speakin' on 404? (Hell, no)\n  What about 516?\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya) (huh? What?)\n  Just another area for me to patrol\n  I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  Giving upside down frowns to London when 703\n  Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  For the fact I lays bricks\n  'Cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  My seed is hard to submerge\n  I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n  But I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\n  I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  I's got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  Clear my area\n  (I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n  (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n  (Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home)\n  (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n  (Okay?)\n"},{"id":22736395,"name":"Area","trackName":"Area","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Buhloone Mindstate (30th Anniversary Edition)","duration":211.6130159,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\n\nI got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\nI'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya\nI'm known for sampling of soul food\nOff the old school plates\nWhen I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8\nOne the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\nYet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\nSo I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\nFor me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n(You're runnin' on an empty tank)\nBut still get paid in full (And get the girls)\nMan, I'm packing gravitational pull\nBring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\nI'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n(What?)\n\nWell, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\nMan, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\nI used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\nLike the 7-1-8's out of Vietnam\nSniffin' skypagers had me drugged\n(Man, I knew a psycho)\n7-0-3's on my love bug\nI made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5\nCrazy buddhas in my mind\nMy Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\nAnd my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous\nI guess Mars was my hideaway\nBut if the stars for a getaway\n\nSince I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way\nI slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\nI be the 919 seeker, cause ain't off legit\nSo when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit\nDue to this, a brother tries to play me\n(Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)\nYo, some kid tried to flip on me\nThey instigated a brawl\n(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\nThen I just laughed\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(We whooped that ass)\nAnd put the feelings aside, I know who I am\nI cashed the grain by the pound\nI make sounds with the horn\nWhen I color the corn, caught the fit\nAnd sit the two when honey slung the tip\n\nWell I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1's\nAnd Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut\nMy man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that\nSo I pipes till the sunshine hikes\nA kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n(God forgive me) Well, it's a hook\nThe third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe\nWhen the 5-1-6 played convicts\n\nThe man Maseo is here to put the habit along\nAnd what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\nIs it 9-0-8? (No)\nIs it 2-1-2? (No)\nSpeakin' on 4-0-4? (Hell no)\nWhat about 5-1-6? (I dunno)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n(Huh? What?)\n\nJust another area for me to patrol\nI got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\nGiving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\nHer moms didn't like it, I had to let be\nFor the fact I lays bricks\nCause my semen ends with the letter T\nMy seed is hard to submerge\nI play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\nCause some knuckle might just head for the urge\nBut I got Prince Paul in the Area\n(Oh, it's like that now)\nI got Hot Dog in the Area\n(Heh heh heh)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nIt don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\nCop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\nClear my area\n\n(I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n(I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n(Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n(Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Area\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Buhloone Mindstate (30th Anniversary Edition)\n  duration_ms: 211613\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n\n  I got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n  I'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya\n  I'm known for sampling of soul food\n  Off the old school plates\n  When I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8\n  One the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\n  Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\n  So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n  For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n  (You're runnin' on an empty tank)\n  But still get paid in full (And get the girls)\n  Man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n  Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n  I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n  (What?)\n\n  Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n  Man, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\n  I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\n  Like the 7-1-8's out of Vietnam\n  Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged\n  (Man, I knew a psycho)\n  7-0-3's on my love bug\n  I made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5\n  Crazy buddhas in my mind\n  My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\n  And my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous\n  I guess Mars was my hideaway\n  But if the stars for a getaway\n\n  Since I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way\n  I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n  I be the 919 seeker, cause ain't off legit\n  So when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit\n  Due to this, a brother tries to play me\n  (Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)\n  Yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n  They instigated a brawl\n  (So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n  Then I just laughed\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (We whooped that ass)\n  And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n  I cashed the grain by the pound\n  I make sounds with the horn\n  When I color the corn, caught the fit\n  And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n\n  Well I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1's\n  And Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n  My man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that\n  So I pipes till the sunshine hikes\n  A kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n  (God forgive me) Well, it's a hook\n  The third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe\n  When the 5-1-6 played convicts\n\n  The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n  And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n  Is it 9-0-8? 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What?)\n\n  Just another area for me to patrol\n  I got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  Giving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\n  Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  For the fact I lays bricks\n  Cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  My seed is hard to submerge\n  I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n  But I got Prince Paul in the Area\n  (Oh, it's like that now)\n  I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  (Heh heh heh)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  Clear my area\n\n  (I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n  (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n  (Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n  (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n"},{"id":12609996,"name":"Area","trackName":"Area","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Buhloone Mindstate (30th Anniversary)","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Just another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\n\nI got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\nI'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya\nI'm known for sampling of soul food\nOff the old school plates\nWhen I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8\nOne the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\nYet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\nSo I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\nFor me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n(You're runnin' on an empty tank)\nBut still get paid in full (And get the girls)\nMan, I'm packing gravitational pull\nBring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\nI'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n(What?)\n\nWell, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\nMan, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\nI used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\nLike the 7-1-8's out of Vietnam\nSniffin' skypagers had me drugged\n(Man, I knew a psycho)\n7-0-3's on my love bug\nI made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5\nCrazy buddhas in my mind\nMy Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\nAnd my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous\nI guess Mars was my hideaway\nBut if the stars for a getaway\n\nSince I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way\nI slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\nI be the 919 seeker, cause ain't off legit\nSo when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit\nDue to this, a brother tries to play me\n(Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)\nYo, some kid tried to flip on me\nThey instigated a brawl\n(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\nThen I just laughed\n(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n(We whooped that ass)\nAnd put the feelings aside, I know who I am\nI cashed the grain by the pound\nI make sounds with the horn\nWhen I color the corn, caught the fit\nAnd sit the two when honey slung the tip\n\nWell I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1's\nAnd Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut\nMy man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that\nSo I pipes till the sunshine hikes\nA kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n(God forgive me) Well, it's a hook\nThe third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe\nWhen the 5-1-6 played convicts\n\nThe man Maseo is here to put the habit along\nAnd what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\nIs it 9-0-8? (No)\nIs it 2-1-2? (No)\nSpeakin' on 4-0-4? (Hell no)\nWhat about 5-1-6? (I dunno)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n(Huh? What?)\n\nJust another area for me to patrol\nI got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\nGiving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\nHer moms didn't like it, I had to let be\nFor the fact I lays bricks\nCause my semen ends with the letter T\nMy seed is hard to submerge\nI play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\nCause some knuckle might just head for the urge\nBut I got Prince Paul in the Area\n(Oh, it's like that now)\nI got Hot Dog in the Area\n(Heh heh heh)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nIt don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\nCop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\nClear my area\n\n(I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n(I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n(Come on now. 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What?)\n[02:42.49] Just another area for me to patrol\n[02:44.76] I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\n[02:46.97] Giving upside down frowns to London when 703\n[02:50.11] Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n[02:52.49] For the fact I lays bricks 'cause my semen ends with the letter T\n[02:56.08] My seed is hard to submerge\n[02:57.60] I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n[03:00.31] 'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n[03:02.81] But I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\n[03:05.63] I got Hot Dog in the Area\n[03:07.99] I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n[03:10.56] I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n[03:12.92] It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n[03:15.74] Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n[03:18.36] Clear my area\n[03:19.30] (I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n[03:21.52] (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n[03:24.35] (Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going 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the 718\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 31160\n- text: One the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\n  start_ms: 31160\n  end_ms: 33470\n- text: Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\n  start_ms: 33470\n  end_ms: 36020\n- text: So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n  start_ms: 36020\n  end_ms: 38460\n- text: For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n  start_ms: 38460\n  end_ms: 40860\n- text: (You're runnin' on an empty tank)\n  start_ms: 40860\n  end_ms: 42240\n- text: But still get paid in full (and get the girls)\n  start_ms: 42240\n  end_ms: 44390\n- text: Man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n  start_ms: 44390\n  end_ms: 46240\n- text: Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n  start_ms: 46240\n  end_ms: 48900\n- text: I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen (what?)\n  start_ms: 48900\n  end_ms: 51430\n- text: Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n  start_ms: 51430\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: Man, who's ringing 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(No), is it 212? (No)\n  start_ms: 141510\n  end_ms: 146150\n- text: I'm speakin' on 404 (hell no)\n  start_ms: 146150\n  end_ms: 148930\n- text: What about 516? (I dunno)\n  start_ms: 148930\n  end_ms: 151970\n- text: What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  start_ms: 151970\n  end_ms: 153910\n- text: What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  start_ms: 153910\n  end_ms: 156750\n- text: And what is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  start_ms: 156750\n  end_ms: 159490\n- text: And what is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  start_ms: 159490\n  end_ms: 161230\n- text: (Huh? What?)\n  start_ms: 161230\n  end_ms: 162490\n- text: Just another area for me to patrol\n  start_ms: 162490\n  end_ms: 164760\n- text: I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  start_ms: 164760\n  end_ms: 166970\n- text: Giving upside down frowns to London when 703\n  start_ms: 166970\n  end_ms: 170110\n- text: Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  start_ms: 170110\n  end_ms: 172490\n- text: For the fact I lays bricks 'cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  start_ms: 172490\n  end_ms: 176080\n- text: My seed is hard to submerge\n  start_ms: 176080\n  end_ms: 177600\n- text: I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  start_ms: 177600\n  end_ms: 180310\n- text: '''Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge'\n  start_ms: 180310\n  end_ms: 182810\n- text: But I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\n  start_ms: 182810\n  end_ms: 185630\n- text: I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  start_ms: 185630\n  end_ms: 187990\n- text: I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  start_ms: 187990\n  end_ms: 190560\n- text: I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  start_ms: 190560\n  end_ms: 192920\n- text: It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  start_ms: 192920\n  end_ms: 195740\n- text: Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  start_ms: 195740\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: Clear my area\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 199300\n- text: (I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n  start_ms: 199300\n  end_ms: 201520\n- text: (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n  start_ms: 201520\n  end_ms: 204350\n- text: (Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n  start_ms: 204350\n  end_ms: 207800\n- text: (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n  start_ms: 207800\n  end_ms: 210650\nplain: |-\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n\n  I got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n  I'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya\n  I'm known for sampling of soul food\n  Off the old school plates\n  When I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8\n  One the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\n  Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\n  So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n  For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n  (You're runnin' on an empty tank)\n  But still get paid in full (And get the girls)\n  Man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n  Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n  I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n  (What?)\n\n  Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n  Man, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\n  I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\n  Like the 7-1-8's out of Vietnam\n  Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged\n  (Man, I knew a psycho)\n  7-0-3's on my love bug\n  I made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5\n  Crazy buddhas in my mind\n  My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\n  And my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous\n  I guess Mars was my hideaway\n  But if the stars for a getaway\n\n  Since I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way\n  I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n  I be the 919 seeker, cause ain't off legit\n  So when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit\n  Due to this, a brother tries to play me\n  (Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)\n  Yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n  They instigated a brawl\n  (So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n  Then I just laughed\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (We whooped that ass)\n  And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n  I cashed the grain by the pound\n  I make sounds with the horn\n  When I color the corn, caught the fit\n  And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n\n  Well I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1's\n  And Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n  My man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that\n  So I pipes till the sunshine hikes\n  A kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n  (God forgive me) Well, it's a hook\n  The third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe\n  When the 5-1-6 played convicts\n\n  The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n  And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n  Is it 9-0-8? 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What?)\n\n  Just another area for me to patrol\n  I got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  Giving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\n  Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  For the fact I lays bricks\n  Cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  My seed is hard to submerge\n  I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n  But I got Prince Paul in the Area\n  (Oh, it's like that now)\n  I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  (Heh heh heh)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  Clear my area\n\n  (I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n  (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n  (Come on now. 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What?)\n\nJust another area for me to patrol\nI got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\nGiving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\nHer moms didn't like it, I had to let be\nFor the fact I lays bricks\nCause my semen ends with the letter T\nMy seed is hard to submerge\nI play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\nCause some knuckle might just head for the urge\nBut I got Prince Paul in the Area\n(Oh, it's like that now)\nI got Hot Dog in the Area\n(Heh heh heh)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nI got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\nIt don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\nCop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\nClear my area\n\n(I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n(I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n(Come on now. 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(No), is it 212? (No)\n[02:26.15] I'm speakin' on 404 (hell no)\n[02:28.93] What about 516? (I dunno)\n[02:31.97] What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n[02:33.91] What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n[02:36.75] And what is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n[02:39.49] And what is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n[02:41.23] (Huh? What?)\n[02:42.49] Just another area for me to patrol\n[02:44.76] I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\n[02:46.97] Giving upside down frowns to London when 703\n[02:50.11] Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n[02:52.49] For the fact I lays bricks 'cause my semen ends with the letter T\n[02:56.08] My seed is hard to submerge\n[02:57.60] I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n[03:00.31] 'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n[03:02.81] But I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\n[03:05.63] I got Hot Dog in the Area\n[03:07.99] I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n[03:10.56] I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n[03:12.92] It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n[03:15.74] Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n[03:18.36] Clear my area\n[03:19.30] (I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n[03:21.52] (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n[03:24.35] (Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n[03:27.80] (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n[03:30.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Area\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Bahloone Mind State\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I can just remember the number-\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 10250\n- text: Just another area (for me to patrol)\n  start_ms: 10250\n  end_ms: 12800\n- text: Just another area (that shows I got soul)\n  start_ms: 12800\n  end_ms: 15580\n- text: Just another area (for me to patrol)\n  start_ms: 15580\n  end_ms: 18070\n- text: Just another area (that shows I got soul)\n  start_ms: 18070\n  end_ms: 20590\n- text: I got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n  start_ms: 20590\n  end_ms: 23050\n- text: I'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya\n  start_ms: 23050\n  end_ms: 25580\n- text: I'm known for sampling of soul food off the old school plates\n  start_ms: 25580\n  end_ms: 28220\n- text: When I met up with my niggas from the 718\n  start_ms: 28220\n  end_ms: 31160\n- text: One the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\n  start_ms: 31160\n  end_ms: 33470\n- text: Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\n  start_ms: 33470\n  end_ms: 36020\n- text: So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n  start_ms: 36020\n  end_ms: 38460\n- text: For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n  start_ms: 38460\n  end_ms: 40860\n- text: (You're runnin' on an empty tank)\n  start_ms: 40860\n  end_ms: 42240\n- text: But still get paid in full (and get the girls)\n  start_ms: 42240\n  end_ms: 44390\n- text: Man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n  start_ms: 44390\n  end_ms: 46240\n- text: Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n  start_ms: 46240\n  end_ms: 48900\n- text: I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen (what?)\n  start_ms: 48900\n  end_ms: 51430\n- text: Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n  start_ms: 51430\n  end_ms: 54050\n- text: Man, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\n  start_ms: 54050\n  end_ms: 57190\n- text: I used to shoe it to the bridge, but that's gone\n  start_ms: 57190\n  end_ms: 59150\n- text: Like the 718's out of Vietnam\n  start_ms: 59150\n  end_ms: 61930\n- text: Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged (man, I knew a psycho)\n  start_ms: 61930\n  end_ms: 64930\n- text: 703's on my love bug\n  start_ms: 64930\n  end_ms: 67090\n- text: I made mates with the brothers up in 215\n  start_ms: 67090\n  end_ms: 69950\n- text: Crazy Buddhas in my mind\n  start_ms: 69950\n  end_ms: 72150\n- text: My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\n  start_ms: 72150\n  end_ms: 74680\n- text: And my 202 keeps me marvelous\n  start_ms: 74680\n  end_ms: 77430\n- text: I guess Mars was my hideaway\n  start_ms: 77430\n  end_ms: 80320\n- text: But if the stars for a getaway\n  start_ms: 80320\n  end_ms: 82020\n- text: Since I'm capable, I conjure up the walk in this way\n  start_ms: 82020\n  end_ms: 84840\n- text: I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n  start_ms: 84840\n  end_ms: 87470\n- text: I be the 919 seeker, 'cause ain't off legit\n  start_ms: 87470\n  end_ms: 90130\n- text: So when I'm with my crew, I always have a place to sit\n  start_ms: 90130\n  end_ms: 92620\n- text: Due to this, a brother tries to play me (yeah, like one in 514)\n  start_ms: 92620\n  end_ms: 95740\n- text: Yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n  start_ms: 95740\n  end_ms: 97510\n- text: They instigated a brawl (so we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n  start_ms: 97510\n  end_ms: 101980\n- text: Then I just laughed\n  start_ms: 101980\n  end_ms: 105120\n- text: (We whooped that ass)\n  start_ms: 105120\n  end_ms: 105940\n- text: And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n  start_ms: 105940\n  end_ms: 108330\n- text: I cashed the grain by the pound\n  start_ms: 108330\n  end_ms: 110280\n- text: I make sounds with the horn\n  start_ms: 110280\n  end_ms: 111950\n- text: When I color the corn, caught the fit\n  start_ms: 111950\n  end_ms: 114190\n- text: And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n  start_ms: 114190\n  end_ms: 115840\n- text: Well, I'm taking my funds to the 301's\n  start_ms: 115840\n  end_ms: 118500\n- text: While I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n  start_ms: 118500\n  end_ms: 121080\n- text: My man from the 908's, he don't like it like that\n  start_ms: 121080\n  end_ms: 124280\n- text: So I pipes 'til the sunshine hikes\n  start_ms: 124280\n  end_ms: 126190\n- text: A kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n  start_ms: 126190\n  end_ms: 129600\n- text: (God forgive me) well, it's a hook\n  start_ms: 129600\n  end_ms: 131430\n- text: The third to the 0 to the five had to feel the vibe\n  start_ms: 131430\n  end_ms: 134470\n- text: When the 516 played convicts\n  start_ms: 134470\n  end_ms: 136360\n- text: The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n  start_ms: 136360\n  end_ms: 138960\n- text: And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n  start_ms: 138960\n  end_ms: 141510\n- text: Is it 918? (No), is it 212? (No)\n  start_ms: 141510\n  end_ms: 146150\n- text: I'm speakin' on 404 (hell no)\n  start_ms: 146150\n  end_ms: 148930\n- text: What about 516? (I dunno)\n  start_ms: 148930\n  end_ms: 151970\n- text: What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  start_ms: 151970\n  end_ms: 153910\n- text: What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  start_ms: 153910\n  end_ms: 156750\n- text: And what is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  start_ms: 156750\n  end_ms: 159490\n- text: And what is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  start_ms: 159490\n  end_ms: 161230\n- text: (Huh? What?)\n  start_ms: 161230\n  end_ms: 162490\n- text: Just another area for me to patrol\n  start_ms: 162490\n  end_ms: 164760\n- text: I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  start_ms: 164760\n  end_ms: 166970\n- text: Giving upside down frowns to London when 703\n  start_ms: 166970\n  end_ms: 170110\n- text: Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  start_ms: 170110\n  end_ms: 172490\n- text: For the fact I lays bricks 'cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  start_ms: 172490\n  end_ms: 176080\n- text: My seed is hard to submerge\n  start_ms: 176080\n  end_ms: 177600\n- text: I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  start_ms: 177600\n  end_ms: 180310\n- text: '''Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge'\n  start_ms: 180310\n  end_ms: 182810\n- text: But I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\n  start_ms: 182810\n  end_ms: 185630\n- text: I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  start_ms: 185630\n  end_ms: 187990\n- text: I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  start_ms: 187990\n  end_ms: 190560\n- text: I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  start_ms: 190560\n  end_ms: 192920\n- text: It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  start_ms: 192920\n  end_ms: 195740\n- text: Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  start_ms: 195740\n  end_ms: 198360\n- text: Clear my area\n  start_ms: 198360\n  end_ms: 199300\n- text: (I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n  start_ms: 199300\n  end_ms: 201520\n- text: (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n  start_ms: 201520\n  end_ms: 204350\n- text: (Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n  start_ms: 204350\n  end_ms: 207800\n- text: (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n  start_ms: 207800\n  end_ms: 210650\nplain: |-\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n\n  I got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n  I'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya\n  I'm known for sampling of soul food\n  Off the old school plates\n  When I met up with my niggas from the 7-1-8\n  One the Jungle Bro, the other Questas from Queens\n  Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my genes\n  So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n  For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n  (You're runnin' on an empty tank)\n  But still get paid in full (And get the girls)\n  Man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n  Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n  I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n  (What?)\n\n  Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n  Man, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!\n  I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\n  Like the 7-1-8's out of Vietnam\n  Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged\n  (Man, I knew a psycho)\n  7-0-3's on my love bug\n  I made mates with the brothers up in 2-1-5\n  Crazy buddhas in my mind\n  My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp\n  And my 2-0-2 keeps me marvelous\n  I guess Mars was my hideaway\n  But if the stars for a getaway\n\n  Since I'm capable I conjure up the walkin' this way\n  I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n  I be the 919 seeker, cause ain't off legit\n  So when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit\n  Due to this, a brother tries to play me\n  (Yeah, like one in 5-1-4)\n  Yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n  They instigated a brawl\n  (So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n  Then I just laughed\n  (Ha ha ha ha ha ha)\n  (We whooped that ass)\n  And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n  I cashed the grain by the pound\n  I make sounds with the horn\n  When I color the corn, caught the fit\n  And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n\n  Well I'm taking my funds to the 3-0-1's\n  And Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n  My man from the 9-0-8, he don't like it like that\n  So I pipes till the sunshine hikes\n  A kettle of our master plan makes the Malibu idol\n  (God forgive me) Well, it's a hook\n  The third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe\n  When the 5-1-6 played convicts\n\n  The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n  And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n  Is it 9-0-8? (No)\n  Is it 2-1-2? (No)\n  Speakin' on 4-0-4? (Hell no)\n  What about 5-1-6? (I dunno)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  (Huh? What?)\n\n  Just another area for me to patrol\n  I got status cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  Giving upside down frowns to London when 7-0-3\n  Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  For the fact I lays bricks\n  Cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  My seed is hard to submerge\n  I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n  But I got Prince Paul in the Area\n  (Oh, it's like that now)\n  I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  (Heh heh heh)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  I got the Violators in the area (Aaah)\n  It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  Clear my area\n\n  (I'm going home now, I have been up all night.)\n  (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.)\n  (Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I'm going home!)\n  (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n"},{"id":33710775,"name":"Area","trackName":"Area","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Original Album Series","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I can just remember)\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nI got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La\nI'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya\nI'm known for sampling of soul food\nOff the old school plates\nWhen I met up with my niggas from the 718\nOne the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens\nYet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans\nSo I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\nFor me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n(You're runnin' on an empty tank) but still get paid in full\n(And get the girls) man, I'm packing gravitational pull\nBring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\nI'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n(What?)\nWell, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\nMan, who's ringing up my area (oh)\nOh, I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\nLike the 718's out of Vietnam\nSniffin' skypagers had me drugged (man, I knew a psycho)\n703's on my love bug\nI made mates with the brothers up in 215\nCrazy Buddhas in my mind\nMy Chattanooga champ had me late for the camp\nAnd my 202 keeps me marvelous\nI guess Mars was my hideaway\nBut if the stars for a getaway\nSince I'm capable, I conjure up the walk in this way\nI slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\nI be the 919 seeker 'cause ain't off legit\nSo when I'm with my crew, I always have a place to sit\nDue to this, a brother tries to play me\n(Yeah, like one in 514) yo, some kid tried to flip on me\nThey instigated a brawl\n(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\nThen I just laughed\n(We whooped that ass)\nAnd put the feelings aside, I know who I am\nI cast the grain by the pound\nI make sounds with the horn\nWhen I color the corn, caught the fit\nAnd sit the two when honey slung the tip\nWell, I'm taking my finds to the 301's\nWhile I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut\nMy man from the 908, he don't like it like that\nSo I pipes 'til the sunshine hikes\nA kettle of the master plan makes the Malibu idol\n(God forgive me) well, it's a hook\nThe third to the 0, to the 5, had top feel the vibe\nWhen the 516 played convicts\nThe man Maseo is here to put the habit along\nAnd what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\nIs it 918? (No)\nIs it 212? (No)\nI'm speakin' on 404? (Hell, no)\nWhat about 516?\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya) (huh? What?)\nJust another area for me to patrol\nI got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\nGiving upside down frowns to London when 703\nHer moms didn't like it, I had to let be\nFor the fact I lays bricks\n'Cause my semen ends with the letter T\nMy seed is hard to submerge\nI play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\nBut I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\nI got Hot Dog in the Area\nI got the Violators in the area (ah)\nI's got the Violators in the area (ah)\nIt don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\nCop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\nClear my area\n(I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n(I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n(Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home)\n(Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n(Okay?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Area\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Original Album Series\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (I can just remember)\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  I got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n  I'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya\n  I'm known for sampling of soul food\n  Off the old school plates\n  When I met up with my niggas from the 718\n  One the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens\n  Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans\n  So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n  For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n  (You're runnin' on an empty tank) but still get paid in full\n  (And get the girls) man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n  Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n  I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n  (What?)\n  Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n  Man, who's ringing up my area (oh)\n  Oh, I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\n  Like the 718's out of Vietnam\n  Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged (man, I knew a psycho)\n  703's on my love bug\n  I made mates with the brothers up in 215\n  Crazy Buddhas in my mind\n  My Chattanooga champ had me late for the camp\n  And my 202 keeps me marvelous\n  I guess Mars was my hideaway\n  But if the stars for a getaway\n  Since I'm capable, I conjure up the walk in this way\n  I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n  I be the 919 seeker 'cause ain't off legit\n  So when I'm with my crew, I always have a place to sit\n  Due to this, a brother tries to play me\n  (Yeah, like one in 514) yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n  They instigated a brawl\n  (So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n  Then I just laughed\n  (We whooped that ass)\n  And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n  I cast the grain by the pound\n  I make sounds with the horn\n  When I color the corn, caught the fit\n  And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n  Well, I'm taking my finds to the 301's\n  While I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n  My man from the 908, he don't like it like that\n  So I pipes 'til the sunshine hikes\n  A kettle of the master plan makes the Malibu idol\n  (God forgive me) well, it's a hook\n  The third to the 0, to the 5, had top feel the vibe\n  When the 516 played convicts\n  The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n  And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n  Is it 918? (No)\n  Is it 212? (No)\n  I'm speakin' on 404? (Hell, no)\n  What about 516?\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya) (huh? What?)\n  Just another area for me to patrol\n  I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  Giving upside down frowns to London when 703\n  Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  For the fact I lays bricks\n  'Cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  My seed is hard to submerge\n  I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n  But I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\n  I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  I's got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  Clear my area\n  (I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n  (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n  (Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home)\n  (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n  (Okay?)\n"},{"id":26655740,"name":"Area","trackName":"Area","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"BuhlooneMindState","duration":211.7277499,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I can just remember)\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nJust another area\nFor me to patrol\nJust another area\nThat shows I got soul\nI got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La\nI'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya\nI'm known for sampling of soul food\nOff the old school plates\nWhen I met up with my niggas from the 718\nOne the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens\nYet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans\nSo I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\nFor me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n(You're runnin' on an empty tank) but still get paid in full\n(And get the girls) man, I'm packing gravitational pull\nBring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\nI'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n(What?)\nWell, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\nMan, who's ringing up my area (oh)\nOh, I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\nLike the 718's out of Vietnam\nSniffin' skypagers had me drugged (man, I knew a psycho)\n703's on my love bug\nI made mates with the brothers up in 215\nCrazy Buddhas in my mind\nMy Chattanooga champ had me late for the camp\nAnd my 202 keeps me marvelous\nI guess Mars was my hideaway\nBut if the stars for a getaway\nSince I'm capable, I conjure up the walk in this way\nI slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\nI be the 919 seeker 'cause ain't off legit\nSo when I'm with my crew, I always have a place to sit\nDue to this, a brother tries to play me\n(Yeah, like one in 514) yo, some kid tried to flip on me\nThey instigated a brawl\n(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\nThen I just laughed\n(We whooped that ass)\nAnd put the feelings aside, I know who I am\nI cast the grain by the pound\nI make sounds with the horn\nWhen I color the corn, caught the fit\nAnd sit the two when honey slung the tip\nWell, I'm taking my finds to the 301's\nWhile I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut\nMy man from the 908, he don't like it like that\nSo I pipes 'til the sunshine hikes\nA kettle of the master plan makes the Malibu idol\n(God forgive me) well, it's a hook\nThe third to the 0, to the 5, had top feel the vibe\nWhen the 516 played convicts\nThe man Maseo is here to put the habit along\nAnd what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\nIs it 918? (No)\nIs it 212? (No)\nI'm speakin' on 404? (Hell, no)\nWhat about 516?\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya)\nWhat is it? (Not tellin' ya) (huh? What?)\nJust another area for me to patrol\nI got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\nGiving upside down frowns to London when 703\nHer moms didn't like it, I had to let be\nFor the fact I lays bricks\n'Cause my semen ends with the letter T\nMy seed is hard to submerge\nI play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\nBut I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\nI got Hot Dog in the Area\nI got the Violators in the area (ah)\nI's got the Violators in the area (ah)\nIt don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\nCop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\nClear my area\n(I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n(I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n(Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home)\n(Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n(Okay?)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Area\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: BuhlooneMindState\n  duration_ms: 211728\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (I can just remember)\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  Just another area\n  For me to patrol\n  Just another area\n  That shows I got soul\n  I got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La\n  I'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya\n  I'm known for sampling of soul food\n  Off the old school plates\n  When I met up with my niggas from the 718\n  One the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens\n  Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans\n  So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call\n  For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804\n  (You're runnin' on an empty tank) but still get paid in full\n  (And get the girls) man, I'm packing gravitational pull\n  Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes\n  I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen\n  (What?)\n  Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard\n  Man, who's ringing up my area (oh)\n  Oh, I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone\n  Like the 718's out of Vietnam\n  Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged (man, I knew a psycho)\n  703's on my love bug\n  I made mates with the brothers up in 215\n  Crazy Buddhas in my mind\n  My Chattanooga champ had me late for the camp\n  And my 202 keeps me marvelous\n  I guess Mars was my hideaway\n  But if the stars for a getaway\n  Since I'm capable, I conjure up the walk in this way\n  I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester soufflé\n  I be the 919 seeker 'cause ain't off legit\n  So when I'm with my crew, I always have a place to sit\n  Due to this, a brother tries to play me\n  (Yeah, like one in 514) yo, some kid tried to flip on me\n  They instigated a brawl\n  (So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)\n  Then I just laughed\n  (We whooped that ass)\n  And put the feelings aside, I know who I am\n  I cast the grain by the pound\n  I make sounds with the horn\n  When I color the corn, caught the fit\n  And sit the two when honey slung the tip\n  Well, I'm taking my finds to the 301's\n  While I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut\n  My man from the 908, he don't like it like that\n  So I pipes 'til the sunshine hikes\n  A kettle of the master plan makes the Malibu idol\n  (God forgive me) well, it's a hook\n  The third to the 0, to the 5, had top feel the vibe\n  When the 516 played convicts\n  The man Maseo is here to put the habit along\n  And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code\n  Is it 918? (No)\n  Is it 212? (No)\n  I'm speakin' on 404? (Hell, no)\n  What about 516?\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya)\n  What is it? (Not tellin' ya) (huh? What?)\n  Just another area for me to patrol\n  I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint\n  Giving upside down frowns to London when 703\n  Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be\n  For the fact I lays bricks\n  'Cause my semen ends with the letter T\n  My seed is hard to submerge\n  I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched\n  'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge\n  But I got Prince Paul in the Area (oh, it's like that now)\n  I got Hot Dog in the Area\n  I got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  I's got the Violators in the area (ah)\n  It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall\n  Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud\n  Clear my area\n  (I'm going home now, I have been up all night)\n  (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me)\n  (Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home)\n  (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)\n  (Okay?)\n"}]