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I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going back to that)\n\n(Ecoutez. Ecoutez.)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05] Thank you, thank you\n[00:01.32] And for my latest basket of cheers, here it goes, baby!\n[00:05.50] Mess up my mind, mess up my mind\n[00:07.95] Mess up my mind with the eye patch\n[00:10.31] Mess up my mind, mess up my mind\n[00:12.77] Mess up my mind with the eye patch\n[00:15.21] Mess up my mind, mess up my mind\n[00:17.66] Mess up my mind with the eye patch (everything I do gonna be funky)\n[00:19.78] Channeling in sync so my would bring (what!)\n[00:22.90] With that causin' all fat\n[00:24.68] I'm responsible for ya diet (keep it quiet!)\n[00:27.91] Yo, I got beats, state this stitch on my national fabric\n[00:31.44] My daughter will speak the Arabic, that's how I live\n[00:33.82] Levitate to my nation when holding up your nickels\n[00:36.42] I pie like crumble so I Don like Rickles\n[00:38.69] Like green on the pickle\n[00:40.00] My papes are the up, master of the cabbage patch\n[00:42.45] Ya eyes got the latch\n[00:43.25] So catch the cut, I hold the rut\n[00:44.55] For the people's reminder when in Maseo Path\n[00:46.95] I be the finder of the patch\n[00:53.79] Can the cat's tongue slip, ya do the 'da zip'\n[00:56.32] Take the horse into the jolly ranch\n[00:58.52] Keep the hush\n[01:01.04] The good, the bad, and Uncle Tom, beat it, kid (ah!)\n[01:06.08] Do-doot-doot-do-do-do-do-do\n[01:08.54] Show the sheep 'cause I found the fool\n[01:10.61] When I string the man with the eye patch, the eye patch\n[01:14.33] When I'm walkin' it and could ya make it go sha-na-na-na\n[01:18.04] Mm, it sniffs good\n[01:20.69] Punks show disguises while I'm standing on the wood\n[01:22.88] I be the in 'cause the brother holdin' Glocks is out\n[01:25.16] I be the in 'cause the pusher runnin' blocks is out\n[01:27.69] I be the in 'cause the kid smokin' weed, shootin' seed\n[01:29.74] Which leads to a girl's stomach bein' 'bout a half a ton is out\n[01:32.48] Show the fingerprint and give me good grief for my lumber\n[01:35.16] Pants will sag 'cause my license as a plumber\n[01:37.35] Feel the Plug (yo, something's wrong here)\n[01:39.53] Now give a shout\n[01:40.45] Yo, what's up? I'd like to give a holler to Big 4-7 off in the Oakenone!\n[01:44.64] And I bring an income in to my baby girl, Twyla\n[01:47.21] In White Plains and all my peoples out in Delaware\n[01:49.56] Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'd like to give a shout-out\n[01:51.47] To all those rappers who dissed us on record\n[01:53.61] And I wanna let you know you're still wack\n[01:55.59] And, oh yeah, I ain't mention no names 'cause you might f-\n[01:57.86] (Hold it, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going back to that)\n[02:08.71] (Ecoutez, Ecoutez)\n[02:13.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eye Patch\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Buhloone Mindstate (30th Anniversary)\n  duration_ms: 148000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Thank you, thank you\n  start_ms: 50\n  end_ms: 1320\n- text: And for my latest basket of cheers, here it goes, baby!\n  start_ms: 1320\n  end_ms: 5500\n- text: Mess up my mind, mess up my mind\n  start_ms: 5500\n  end_ms: 7950\n- text: Mess up my mind with the eye patch\n  start_ms: 7950\n  end_ms: 10310\n- text: Mess up my mind, mess up my mind\n  start_ms: 10310\n  end_ms: 12770\n- text: Mess up my mind with the eye patch\n  start_ms: 12770\n  end_ms: 15210\n- text: Mess up my mind, mess up my mind\n  start_ms: 15210\n  end_ms: 17660\n- text: Mess up my mind with the eye patch (everything I do gonna be funky)\n  start_ms: 17660\n  end_ms: 19780\n- text: Channeling in sync so my would bring (what!)\n  start_ms: 19780\n  end_ms: 22900\n- text: With that causin' all fat\n  start_ms: 22900\n  end_ms: 24680\n- text: I'm responsible for ya diet (keep it quiet!)\n  start_ms: 24680\n  end_ms: 27910\n- text: Yo, I got beats, state this stitch on my national fabric\n  start_ms: 27910\n  end_ms: 31440\n- text: My daughter will speak the Arabic, that's how I live\n  start_ms: 31440\n  end_ms: 33820\n- text: Levitate to my nation when holding up your nickels\n  start_ms: 33820\n  end_ms: 36420\n- text: I pie like crumble so I Don like Rickles\n  start_ms: 36420\n  end_ms: 38690\n- text: Like green on the pickle\n  start_ms: 38690\n  end_ms: 40000\n- text: My papes are the up, master of the cabbage patch\n  start_ms: 40000\n  end_ms: 42450\n- text: Ya eyes got the latch\n  start_ms: 42450\n  end_ms: 43250\n- text: So catch the cut, I hold the rut\n  start_ms: 43250\n  end_ms: 44550\n- text: For the people's reminder when in Maseo Path\n  start_ms: 44550\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: I be the finder of the patch\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 53790\n- text: Can the cat's tongue slip, ya do the 'da zip'\n  start_ms: 53790\n  end_ms: 56320\n- text: Take the horse into the jolly ranch\n  start_ms: 56320\n  end_ms: 58520\n- text: Keep the hush\n  start_ms: 58520\n  end_ms: 61040\n- text: The good, the bad, and Uncle Tom, beat it, kid (ah!)\n  start_ms: 61040\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Do-doot-doot-do-do-do-do-do\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 68540\n- text: Show the sheep 'cause I found the fool\n  start_ms: 68540\n  end_ms: 70610\n- text: When I string the man with the eye patch, the eye patch\n  start_ms: 70610\n  end_ms: 74330\n- text: When I'm walkin' it and could ya make it go sha-na-na-na\n  start_ms: 74330\n  end_ms: 78040\n- text: Mm, it sniffs good\n  start_ms: 78040\n  end_ms: 80690\n- text: Punks show disguises while I'm standing on the wood\n  start_ms: 80690\n  end_ms: 82880\n- text: I be the in 'cause the brother holdin' Glocks is out\n  start_ms: 82880\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: I be the in 'cause the pusher runnin' blocks is out\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87690\n- text: I be the in 'cause the kid smokin' weed, shootin' seed\n  start_ms: 87690\n  end_ms: 89740\n- text: Which leads to a girl's stomach bein' 'bout a half a ton is out\n  start_ms: 89740\n  end_ms: 92480\n- text: Show the fingerprint and give me good grief for my lumber\n  start_ms: 92480\n  end_ms: 95160\n- text: Pants will sag 'cause my license as a plumber\n  start_ms: 95160\n  end_ms: 97350\n- text: Feel the Plug (yo, something's wrong here)\n  start_ms: 97350\n  end_ms: 99530\n- text: Now give a shout\n  start_ms: 99530\n  end_ms: 100450\n- text: Yo, what's up? 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I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going back to that)\n\n  (Ecoutez. 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I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going back to that)\n\n(Ecoutez. 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