[{"id":6321242,"name":"Intro (Stakes Is High)","trackName":"Intro (Stakes Is High)","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When I\nFirst heard\nCriminal Minded\nI was in...\nDamn, where was I?\nSeventh grade\nBattlin' this other emcee\nSmokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower east side with my niggas\nI have no idea where I was, it was so long ago\nI was on my way to a family reunion in a car\nOn the Long Island Expressway when I heard it\nRoosevelt... Projects\nI was in...\nI was outside of church when I was really little\nAnd I was doing the Wop with this girl\nI mean, I could've been anywhere\nRed Alert played one of the songs on the radio\nIt was so long ago\nYo merce, what's up, this is Hanson\nMan, I want you to peep that out\nYo, kid... I was at this party\nThis hype party, when I heard\nKRS' criminal minded. I'll call you back, peace\n\n(All right!)\n(All right!)\n(All right!)\n(All right!)\n(All)\n\nChanneling, in sync so my what brings that testament\nTo cover twelve inches of funk\nFlip like as if I was the Dalek himself\nSpecializing in cleansing like the hits of Ella Fitz'\nDove hits Bibles out the park, man\nDon't even try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and\nMajor more soul than James' \"Escapism\"\nDe La Soul is here to stay like racism\nHatchet know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed\nAs I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head\nRiff a tech pro, flex sue, running you the links\nScout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links\nAnd if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short\nDull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report\nI sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker\nI sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker\nA fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch\nA talker of the verb without weed influence\nSo stick to you Naughty by Nature's and your Kane\n'Cause graffiti that I based upon the wax is insane\n\nGrand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid\nGive me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free\nI got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man\nLittle elf, big four gets the zootie for the self\nLong island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn\nJiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches\nMr. Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle\nStraw it and drink, what, bees gotta be's\n'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies\nMan, I kick the franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck\nWreck, ship, boat, rock\nHeavy metal grooves ain't the infinite\nHere I hips to the hops\nI'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince\nThat brother been down ever since soaked cheese\nAnd motor go smiling\nHey, how ya doin'\nNow, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting\nHey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles\nStraight to my avenue\n(Aaaah... aaaggh)\nSix streets, went miles straight to my avenue\nI'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me\nHere's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu\nBuckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aahh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.42] When I\n[00:01.20] First heard\n[00:01.82] Criminal Minded\n[00:02.73] I was in-\n[00:03.60] Damn, where was I?\n[00:04.93] Seventh grade\n[00:06.16] Battlin' this other MC\n[00:07.01] Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down, Lower East Side with my niggas\n[00:09.83] I have no idea where I was\n[00:10.82] I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the Long Island Expressway when I heard it\n[00:15.65] Roosevelt... Projects\n[00:17.72] I was in\n[00:18.47] I was outside of church when I was really little\n[00:20.21] And I was doing the Wop with this girl\n[00:22.10] I mean, I could've been anywhere\n[00:23.66] Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio\n[00:25.49] It was so long ago\n[00:26.60] Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson\n[00:28.26] Man, I want you to peep that out\n[00:29.35] Yo, kid... I was at this party\n[00:32.05] This hype party, when I heard\n[00:33.45] KRS' Criminal Minded, I'll call you back, peace\n[00:36.65] All right!\n[00:38.39] All right!\n[00:40.84] All right!\n[00:42.52] All right!\n[00:44.38] Channelling, in sync so my what brings that testament\n[00:48.23] To cover 12 inches of funk\n[00:49.92] Flip like as if I was the Dalek himself\n[00:52.54] Specializing in cleansing like the hits of Ella Fitz'\n[00:55.56] Dove hits Bibles out the park, man\n[00:57.47] Don't even try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and\n[00:59.99] Major more soul than James' \"Escape-Ism\"\n[01:02.48] De La Soul is here to stay like racism\n[01:04.82] Hatchet know and I'ma put the pillow off the bed\n[01:07.42] As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head\n[01:10.08] Riff a tech pro, flex sue, running you the links\n[01:12.48] Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links\n[01:14.90] And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short\n[01:17.10] Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report\n[01:20.06] I sport too fly for the 40-ounce drinker\n[01:22.53] I sport too fly for a 40-ounce thinker\n[01:25.37] A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch\n[01:27.93] A talker of the verb without weed influence\n[01:30.26] So stick to your Naughty by Natures and your Kane\n[01:32.76] 'Cause graffiti that I based upon the wax is insane\n[01:35.18] Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid\n[01:37.87] Give me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free\n[01:40.57] I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man\n[01:43.08] Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self\n[01:45.67] Long Island living, what, 12 o'clock dawn\n[01:47.93] Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches\n[01:50.72] Mr. Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle\n[01:53.06] Straw it and drink, what, bees gotta be's\n[01:57.05] 'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies\n[01:58.29] Man, I kick the Frankel-style, dig the bolts in my neck\n[02:00.76] Wreck, ship, boat, rock\n[02:02.70] Heavy metal grooves ain't the infinite\n[02:04.43] Here I hips to the hops\n[02:05.89] I'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince\n[02:08.44] That brother been down ever since soaked cheese\n[02:10.99] And motor go smiling\n[02:12.36] Hey, how ya doin'?\n[02:13.54] Now, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting\n[02:15.37] Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles\n[02:17.98] Straight to my avenue (ah, agh)\n[02:21.96] Six streets, went miles straight to my avenue\n[02:25.27] I'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me\n[02:28.87] Here's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu\n[02:31.36] Buckshot honeys, dig a gun and go ahh\n[02:34.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro (Stakes Is High)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: When I\n  start_ms: 420\n  end_ms: 1200\n- text: First heard\n  start_ms: 1200\n  end_ms: 1820\n- text: Criminal Minded\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 2730\n- text: I was in-\n  start_ms: 2730\n  end_ms: 3600\n- text: Damn, where was I?\n  start_ms: 3600\n  end_ms: 4930\n- text: Seventh grade\n  start_ms: 4930\n  end_ms: 6160\n- text: Battlin' this other MC\n  start_ms: 6160\n  end_ms: 7010\n- text: Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down, Lower East Side with my niggas\n  start_ms: 7010\n  end_ms: 9830\n- text: I have no idea where I was\n  start_ms: 9830\n  end_ms: 10820\n- text: I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the Long Island Expressway when I heard it\n  start_ms: 10820\n  end_ms: 15650\n- text: Roosevelt... 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Projects\n  I was in...\n  I was outside of church when I was really little\n  And I was doing the Wop with this girl\n  I mean, I could've been anywhere\n  Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio\n  It was so long ago\n  Yo merce, what's up, this is Hanson\n  Man, I want you to peep that out\n  Yo, kid... I was at this party\n  This hype party, when I heard\n  KRS' criminal minded. I'll call you back, peace\n\n  (All right!)\n  (All right!)\n  (All right!)\n  (All right!)\n  (All)\n\n  Channeling, in sync so my what brings that testament\n  To cover twelve inches of funk\n  Flip like as if I was the Dalek himself\n  Specializing in cleansing like the hits of Ella Fitz'\n  Dove hits Bibles out the park, man\n  Don't even try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and\n  Major more soul than James' \"Escapism\"\n  De La Soul is here to stay like racism\n  Hatchet know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed\n  As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head\n  Riff a tech pro, flex sue, running you the links\n  Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links\n  And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short\n  Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report\n  I sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker\n  I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker\n  A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch\n  A talker of the verb without weed influence\n  So stick to you Naughty by Nature's and your Kane\n  'Cause graffiti that I based upon the wax is insane\n\n  Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid\n  Give me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free\n  I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man\n  Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self\n  Long island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn\n  Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches\n  Mr. Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle\n  Straw it and drink, what, bees gotta be's\n  'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies\n  Man, I kick the franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck\n  Wreck, ship, boat, rock\n  Heavy metal grooves ain't the infinite\n  Here I hips to the hops\n  I'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince\n  That brother been down ever since soaked cheese\n  And motor go smiling\n  Hey, how ya doin'\n  Now, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting\n  Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles\n  Straight to my avenue\n  (Aaaah... aaaggh)\n  Six streets, went miles straight to my avenue\n  I'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me\n  Here's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu\n  Buckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aahh\n"},{"id":18743021,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High","duration":155.405624,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(When I)\n(First heard)\n(Criminal)\n(Minded)\n(I was in...)\n(Damn, where was I?)\n(...seventh grade)\n(Battlin' this other emcee)\n(Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower East Side with my niggas)\n(I have no idea where I was, it was so long ago)\n(I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the Long Island\nExpressway when I heard it)\n(Rooselvelt Projects)\n(I was in...)\n(I was outside of church when I was really little and I was doing the\nWop with this girl)\n(Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio)\n(It was so long ago)\n(Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson, man, I want you to peep that out.\nYo, kid... I was at this party, this hype\nParty when I heard\nKRS' Criminal Minded. I'll call you back, peace.)\n\n(All right!)\n(All right!)\n(All right!)\n(All right!)\n\nPOS:\nChanneling, in sync so my what brings that testament\nTo cover twelve inches of funk\nFlip like as if I was the Dalek himself\nSpecialising in cleansing like the its of\nElephants, Dove hits bibles out the park, man\nDon't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and\nMajor more soul than James' \"Escapism\"\nDe La Soul is here to stay like racism\nPatrick know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed\nAs I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head\nRiff a tech pro, flex Sue, running you the links\nScout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links\nAnd if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short\nDull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report\nI sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker\nI sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker\nA fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch\nA talker of the berg without weed influence\nSo stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane\n'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane\n\nDOVE:\nGrand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid\nGive me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free\nI got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man\nLittle elf, big four gets the zootie for the self\nLong Island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn\nJiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches\nMr Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle\nStraw it and drink, what bees gotta be's\n'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies\nMan, I kick the Franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck\nWreck, ship, boat, rock\nHeavy metal grooves ain't the infinite\nHere I hips to the hops\nI'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince\nThat brother been down ever since soaked cheese\nAnd motor go smiling\nHey, how ya doin'\nNow, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting\nHey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles\nStraight to my avenue\n(Aaaah... aaaggh)\nSix streets, went miles straight to my avenue\nI'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me\nHere's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu\nBuckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High\n  duration_ms: 155406\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (When I)\n  (First heard)\n  (Criminal)\n  (Minded)\n  (I was in...)\n  (Damn, where was I?)\n  (...seventh grade)\n  (Battlin' this other emcee)\n  (Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower East Side with my niggas)\n  (I have no idea where I was, it was so long ago)\n  (I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the Long Island\n  Expressway when I heard it)\n  (Rooselvelt Projects)\n  (I was in...)\n  (I was outside of church when I was really little and I was doing the\n  Wop with this girl)\n  (Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio)\n  (It was so long ago)\n  (Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson, man, I want you to peep that out.\n  Yo, kid... I was at this party, this hype\n  Party when I heard\n  KRS' Criminal Minded. I'll call you back, peace.)\n\n  (All right!)\n  (All right!)\n  (All right!)\n  (All right!)\n\n  POS:\n  Channeling, in sync so my what brings that testament\n  To cover twelve inches of funk\n  Flip like as if I was the Dalek himself\n  Specialising in cleansing like the its of\n  Elephants, Dove hits bibles out the park, man\n  Don't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and\n  Major more soul than James' \"Escapism\"\n  De La Soul is here to stay like racism\n  Patrick know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed\n  As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head\n  Riff a tech pro, flex Sue, running you the links\n  Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links\n  And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short\n  Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report\n  I sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker\n  I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker\n  A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch\n  A talker of the berg without weed influence\n  So stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane\n  'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane\n\n  DOVE:\n  Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid\n  Give me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free\n  I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man\n  Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self\n  Long Island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn\n  Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches\n  Mr Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle\n  Straw it and drink, what bees gotta be's\n  'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies\n  Man, I kick the Franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck\n  Wreck, ship, boat, rock\n  Heavy metal grooves ain't the infinite\n  Here I hips to the hops\n  I'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince\n  That brother been down ever since soaked cheese\n  And motor go smiling\n  Hey, how ya doin'\n  Now, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting\n  Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles\n  Straight to my avenue\n  (Aaaah... aaaggh)\n  Six streets, went miles straight to my avenue\n  I'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me\n  Here's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu\n  Buckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...\n"},{"id":22839931,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High","duration":219.735273,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(When I)\n(First heard)\n(Criminal)\n(Minded)\n(I was in...)\n(Damn, where was I?)\n(...seventh grade)\n(Battlin' this other emcee)\n(Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower East Side with my niggas)\n(I have no idea where I was, it was so long ago)\n(I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the Long Island\nExpressway when I heard it)\n(Rooselvelt Projects)\n(I was in...)\n(I was outside of church when I was really little and I was doing the\nWop with this girl)\n(Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio)\n(It was so long ago)\n(Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson, man, I want you to peep that out.\nYo, kid... I was at this party, this hype\nParty when I heard\nKRS' Criminal Minded. I'll call you back, peace.)\n\n(All right!)\n(All right!)\n(All right!)\n(All right!)\n\nPOS:\nChanneling, in sync so my what brings that testament\nTo cover twelve inches of funk\nFlip like as if I was the Dalek himself\nSpecialising in cleansing like the its of\nElephants, Dove hits bibles out the park, man\nDon't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and\nMajor more soul than James' \"Escapism\"\nDe La Soul is here to stay like racism\nPatrick know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed\nAs I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head\nRiff a tech pro, flex Sue, running you the links\nScout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links\nAnd if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short\nDull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report\nI sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker\nI sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker\nA fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch\nA talker of the berg without weed influence\nSo stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane\n'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane\n\nDOVE:\nGrand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid\nGive me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free\nI got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man\nLittle elf, big four gets the zootie for the self\nLong Island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn\nJiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches\nMr Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle\nStraw it and drink, what bees gotta be's\n'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies\nMan, I kick the Franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck\nWreck, ship, boat, rock\nHeavy metal grooves ain't the infinite\nHere I hips to the hops\nI'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince\nThat brother been down ever since soaked cheese\nAnd motor go smiling\nHey, how ya doin'\nNow, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting\nHey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles\nStraight to my avenue\n(Aaaah... aaaggh)\nSix streets, went miles straight to my avenue\nI'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me\nHere's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu\nBuckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High\n  duration_ms: 219735\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (When I)\n  (First heard)\n  (Criminal)\n  (Minded)\n  (I was in...)\n  (Damn, where was I?)\n  (...seventh grade)\n  (Battlin' this other emcee)\n  (Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower East Side with my niggas)\n  (I have no idea where I was, it was so long ago)\n  (I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the Long Island\n  Expressway when I heard it)\n  (Rooselvelt Projects)\n  (I was in...)\n  (I was outside of church when I was really little and I was doing the\n  Wop with this girl)\n  (Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio)\n  (It was so long ago)\n  (Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson, man, I want you to peep that out.\n  Yo, kid... I was at this party, this hype\n  Party when I heard\n  KRS' Criminal Minded. I'll call you back, peace.)\n\n  (All right!)\n  (All right!)\n  (All right!)\n  (All right!)\n\n  POS:\n  Channeling, in sync so my what brings that testament\n  To cover twelve inches of funk\n  Flip like as if I was the Dalek himself\n  Specialising in cleansing like the its of\n  Elephants, Dove hits bibles out the park, man\n  Don't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and\n  Major more soul than James' \"Escapism\"\n  De La Soul is here to stay like racism\n  Patrick know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed\n  As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head\n  Riff a tech pro, flex Sue, running you the links\n  Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links\n  And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short\n  Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report\n  I sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker\n  I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker\n  A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch\n  A talker of the berg without weed influence\n  So stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane\n  'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane\n\n  DOVE:\n  Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid\n  Give me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free\n  I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man\n  Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self\n  Long Island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn\n  Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches\n  Mr Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle\n  Straw it and drink, what bees gotta be's\n  'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies\n  Man, I kick the Franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck\n  Wreck, ship, boat, rock\n  Heavy metal grooves ain't the infinite\n  Here I hips to the hops\n  I'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince\n  That brother been down ever since soaked cheese\n  And motor go smiling\n  Hey, how ya doin'\n  Now, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting\n  Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles\n  Straight to my avenue\n  (Aaaah... aaaggh)\n  Six streets, went miles straight to my avenue\n  I'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me\n  Here's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu\n  Buckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...\n"},{"id":28848187,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High (1996)","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey all you kids out there, welcome to 3 Feet High and Rising!\nNow, here's what we do.\nThe following contestants, how are you doing, contestants?\n\nAlright'. Great, Yo Mama\n\nSo fellas, tell us a little bit about yourselves.\nContestant number one?\n\nHow ya doin', Al. Just came all the way down from Wichita\nJust to be on this show.\nYou know it's gonna be swell and I wanna win all the money.\nI wanna win all the money. See ya\n\nAll right, contestant number two?\n\nExcuse me, um, my name is, um, P.A. Mase,\nI'm from Australia, and I'm glad to be here\n\nOkay contestant number three?\n\nHello, my name is, Plug One, and um...\nUm let me tell you a little bit about myself,\nUm I like Twizzlers and um, I like the Alligator Bob,\nAnd my favorite drama movie is Bloodsucking Freaks,\nJust like your mama\n\nOkay contestant number four?\n\nHello my name is Prince Paul and I just-\nI'm glad to be on the show. Thank you\n\nOkay now we've met our contestants, let's get to the game.\n\nI'm going to ask an amount of four questions,\nAnd you'll try to answer them correctly.\nNow, you out there in the audience can answer along with them.\nHow many feathers are on a Perdue chicken?\nHow many fibers are intertwined in a Shredded Wheat biscuit?\nWhat does 'Touche et lele pu' mean?\nHow many times did the Batmobile catch a flat?\nNow that we know the questions,\nWe'll let the contestants think them over,\nAnd we'll return right after these messages","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.92] Hey all you kids out there, welcome to 3 Feet High and Rising!\n[00:16.50] Now, here's what we do.\n[00:18.63] The following contestants, how are you doing, contestants?\n[00:21.95] Alright'. Great, Yo Mama\n[00:24.50] So fellas, tell us a little bit about yourselves.\n[00:27.62] Contestant number one?\n[00:29.12] How ya doin', Al. Just came all the way down from Wichita\n[00:33.85] Just to be on this show.\n[00:35.22] You know it's gonna be swell and I wanna win all the money.\n[00:37.56] I wanna win all the money. See ya\n[00:39.61] All right, contestant number two?\n[00:41.99] Excuse me, um, my name is, um, P.A. Mase,\n[00:45.05] I'm from Australia, and I'm glad to be here\n[00:47.48] Okay contestant number three?\n[00:50.19] Hello, my name is, Plug One, and um...\n[00:53.45] Um let me tell you a little bit about myself,\n[00:55.44] Um I like Twizzlers and um, I like the Alligator Bob,\n[00:58.34] And my favorite drama movie is Bloodsucking Freaks,\n[01:00.84] Just like your mama\n[01:02.34] Okay contestant number four?\n[01:04.18] Hello my name is Prince Paul and I just-\n[01:07.24] I'm glad to be on the show. Thank you\n[01:10.21] Okay now we've met our contestants, let's get to the game.\n[01:13.47] I'm going to ask an amount of four questions,\n[01:16.52] And you'll try to answer them correctly.\n[01:18.52] Now, you out there in the audience can answer along with them.\n[01:22.24] How many feathers are on a Perdue chicken?\n[01:24.66] How many fibers are intertwined in a Shredded Wheat biscuit?\n[01:28.17] What does 'Touche et lele pu' mean?\n[01:31.19] How many times did the Batmobile catch a flat?\n[01:34.68] Now that we know the questions,\n[01:36.52] We'll let the contestants think them over,\n[01:38.42] And we'll return right after these messages\n[01:40.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High (1996)\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey all you kids out there, welcome to 3 Feet High and Rising!\n  start_ms: 11920\n  end_ms: 16500\n- text: Now, here's what we do.\n  start_ms: 16500\n  end_ms: 18630\n- text: The following contestants, how are you doing, contestants?\n  start_ms: 18630\n  end_ms: 21950\n- text: Alright'. 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I'll call you back, peace.)\n\n(All right!)\n(All right!)\n(All right!)\n(All right!)\n\nPOS:\nChanneling, in sync so my what brings that testament\nTo cover twelve inches of funk\nFlip like as if I was the Dalek himself\nSpecialising in cleansing like the its of\nElephants, Dove hits bibles out the park, man\nDon't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and\nMajor more soul than James' \"Escapism\"\nDe La Soul is here to stay like racism\nPatrick know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed\nAs I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head\nRiff a tech pro, flex Sue, running you the links\nScout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links\nAnd if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short\nDull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report\nI sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker\nI sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker\nA fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch\nA talker of the berg without weed influence\nSo stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane\n'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane\n\nDOVE:\nGrand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid\nGive me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free\nI got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man\nLittle elf, big four gets the zootie for the self\nLong Island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn\nJiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches\nMr Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle\nStraw it and drink, what bees gotta be's\n'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies\nMan, I kick the Franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck\nWreck, ship, boat, rock\nHeavy metal grooves ain't the infinite\nHere I hips to the hops\nI'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince\nThat brother been down ever since soaked cheese\nAnd motor go smiling\nHey, how ya doin'\nNow, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting\nHey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles\nStraight to my avenue\n(Aaaah... aaaggh)\nSix streets, went miles straight to my avenue\nI'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me\nHere's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu\nBuckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High [Tommy Boy TBCD 1149]\n  duration_ms: 155827\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (When I)\n  (First heard)\n  (Criminal)\n  (Minded)\n  (I was in...)\n  (Damn, where was I?)\n  (...seventh grade)\n  (Battlin' this other emcee)\n  (Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower East Side with my niggas)\n  (I have no idea where I was, it was so long ago)\n  (I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the Long Island\n  Expressway when I heard it)\n  (Rooselvelt Projects)\n  (I was in...)\n  (I was outside of church when I was really little and I was doing the\n  Wop with this girl)\n  (Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio)\n  (It was so long ago)\n  (Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson, man, I want you to peep that out.\n  Yo, kid... 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I'll call you back, peace.)\n\n  (All right!)\n  (All right!)\n  (All right!)\n  (All right!)\n\n  POS:\n  Channeling, in sync so my what brings that testament\n  To cover twelve inches of funk\n  Flip like as if I was the Dalek himself\n  Specialising in cleansing like the its of\n  Elephants, Dove hits bibles out the park, man\n  Don't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and\n  Major more soul than James' \"Escapism\"\n  De La Soul is here to stay like racism\n  Patrick know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed\n  As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head\n  Riff a tech pro, flex Sue, running you the links\n  Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links\n  And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short\n  Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report\n  I sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker\n  I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker\n  A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch\n  A talker of the berg without weed influence\n  So stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane\n  'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane\n\n  DOVE:\n  Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid\n  Give me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free\n  I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man\n  Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self\n  Long Island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn\n  Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches\n  Mr Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle\n  Straw it and drink, what bees gotta be's\n  'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies\n  Man, I kick the Franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck\n  Wreck, ship, boat, rock\n  Heavy metal grooves ain't the infinite\n  Here I hips to the hops\n  I'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince\n  That brother been down ever since soaked cheese\n  And motor go smiling\n  Hey, how ya doin'\n  Now, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting\n  Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles\n  Straight to my avenue\n  (Aaaah... aaaggh)\n  Six streets, went miles straight to my avenue\n  I'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me\n  Here's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu\n  Buckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...\n"}]