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(Yes you can!)\nWhy do people think just because we speak peace\nWe can't blow no joints?\n(I-I-I don't know)\nMase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge, you know it\nKeeps me peacefully, no?\nYeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\nAnd now it's time for some heads to get flown\nWe bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\nBut pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\nA picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink\nCould turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick\nBut in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\nI'd rather, rather pass a brother a pound or palm\nI kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity\nAnd shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\nI click, I click the TV to the Simpsons\nAnd sip the Porridge deep into my system\nSo mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\nInside the studio or on a road\nThe Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\nIt's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\nTo praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\nIt's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\nCan't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\nBrother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow\nDon't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\nDon't und, don't understand the act of being foul\nHey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\nIt's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\nThrow on the Touching Fingers serenade\nSo we can throw our lemonade\nIn their face and kick their little butts\nPeople wanna get ragged with the reruns\nMe not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\nThey can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\nI tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\nThe por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\nWe won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\nTake advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\nBut when, but when we fly that head all the people say\nHere in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, cause it keeps us frogs\nReal peaceful like\nIn my land, my people adore Porridge and I don't understand why De La\nSoul is so violent\nAnd we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and\nThey are so violent. I don't understand\nI don't understand\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)","syncedLyrics":"[00:39.08] My name, my name, my name is the Pasta\n[00:41.19] Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\n[00:43.68] So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\n[00:46.13] The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\n[00:48.59] My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\n[00:51.08] Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\n[00:53.54] Get played, get played, played a lot on radio\n[00:55.98] And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\n[00:58.63] The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\n[01:01.05] It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\n[01:03.42] But late, but lately loonies acting real bold\n[01:05.93] Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\n[01:08.42] Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut\n[01:11.00] Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\n[01:13.32] Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue\n[01:15.80] Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n[01:57.88] Question, and that's if only I can ask this question\n[02:01.50] Can I? (Yes you can!)\n[02:03.19] Why do people think just because we speak peace\n[02:05.42] We can't blow no joints?\n[02:06.93] (I-I-I don't know)\n[02:08.26] Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge, you know it\n[02:11.29] Keeps me peacefully, no?\n[02:12.90] Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\n[02:15.21] And now it's time for some heads to get flown\n[02:17.95] We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\n[02:20.29] But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\n[02:22.74] A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink\n[02:25.16] Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick\n[02:27.66] But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\n[02:30.09] I'd rather, rather pass a brother a pound or palm\n[02:32.70] I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity\n[02:35.16] And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\n[02:37.58] I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons\n[02:40.09] And sip the Porridge deep into my system\n[02:42.59] So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\n[02:45.02] Inside the studio or on a road\n[02:47.58] The Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\n[02:49.92] It's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\n[02:52.49] To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\n[02:54.91] It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n[02:57.95] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:00.34] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:02.87] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:05.26] (Nine days old)\n[03:17.51] Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\n[03:19.81] Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow\n[03:22.29] Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\n[03:24.77] Don't und, don't understand the act of being foul\n[03:27.19] Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\n[03:29.59] It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\n[03:32.10] Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade\n[03:34.28] So we can throw our lemonade\n[03:35.37] In their face and kick their little butts\n[03:56.16] People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n[03:59.61] Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n[04:01.98] They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n[04:04.39] I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n[04:06.93] The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\n[04:09.35] We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n[04:11.77] Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n[04:14.25] But when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n[04:17.30] Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, cause it keeps us frogs\n[04:22.04] Real peaceful like\n[04:23.10] In my land, my people adore Porridge and I don't understand why De La\n[04:27.07] Soul is so violent\n[04:28.32] And we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and\n[04:31.73] They are so violent. 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(Yes you can!)\n  Why do people think just because we speak peace\n  We can't blow no joints?\n  (I-I-I don't know)\n  Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge, you know it\n  Keeps me peacefully, no?\n  Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\n  And now it's time for some heads to get flown\n  We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\n  But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\n  A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink\n  Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick\n  But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\n  I'd rather, rather pass a brother a pound or palm\n  I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity\n  And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\n  I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons\n  And sip the Porridge deep into my system\n  So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\n  Inside the studio or on a road\n  The Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\n  It's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\n  To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\n  It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n  Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\n  Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow\n  Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\n  Don't und, don't understand the act of being foul\n  Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\n  It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\n  Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade\n  So we can throw our lemonade\n  In their face and kick their little butts\n  People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n  Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n  They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n  I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n  The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\n  We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n  Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n  But when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n  Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, cause it keeps us frogs\n  Real peaceful like\n  In my land, my people adore Porridge and I don't understand why De La\n  Soul is so violent\n  And we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and\n  They are so violent. 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(Yes you can!)\n[02:03.19] Why do people think just because we speak peace\n[02:05.42] We can't blow no joints?\n[02:06.93] (I-I-I don't know)\n[02:08.26] Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge, you know it\n[02:11.29] Keeps me peacefully, no?\n[02:12.90] Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\n[02:15.21] And now it's time for some heads to get flown\n[02:17.95] We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\n[02:20.29] But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\n[02:22.74] A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink\n[02:25.16] Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick\n[02:27.66] But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\n[02:30.09] I'd rather, rather pass a brother a pound or palm\n[02:32.70] I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity\n[02:35.16] And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\n[02:37.58] I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons\n[02:40.09] And sip the Porridge deep into my system\n[02:42.59] So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\n[02:45.02] Inside the studio or on a road\n[02:47.58] The Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\n[02:49.92] It's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\n[02:52.49] To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\n[02:54.91] It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n[02:57.95] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:00.34] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:02.87] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:05.26] (Nine days old)\n[03:17.51] Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\n[03:19.81] Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow\n[03:22.29] Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\n[03:24.77] Don't und, don't understand the act of being foul\n[03:27.19] Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\n[03:29.59] It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\n[03:32.10] Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade\n[03:34.28] So we can throw our lemonade\n[03:35.37] In their face and kick their little butts\n[03:56.16] People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n[03:59.61] Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n[04:01.98] They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n[04:04.39] I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n[04:06.93] The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\n[04:09.35] We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n[04:11.77] Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n[04:14.25] But when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n[04:17.30] Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, cause it keeps us frogs\n[04:22.04] Real peaceful like\n[04:23.10] In my land, my people adore Porridge and I don't understand why De La\n[04:27.07] Soul is so violent\n[04:28.32] And we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and\n[04:31.73] They are so violent. 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Word up, yo it was, but forget that man,\nAfter they came out with \"Plug One, Plug Two\" then \"Potholes\",\nYo then they fell off with the brothers,\nYes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man,\nI'm telling you, forget them faggots\nYo check it out B, though,\nWRMS is throwin' a party at the club though, man,\nYo I bet you they'll be there!\nYeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man,\nLet them brothers be there,\nI'mma cold jack one of them niggas, run up on them!\n(Background:)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\nMy name, my name, my name is the Pasta\nNow I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\nSo loo, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\nThe funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\nMy tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\nConsis, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\nGet played, were played, played a lot on radio\nAnd also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\nThe Pea, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\nIt kept, it kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\nBut late, but lately loonies acting real bold\nCan't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\nGirls watch, and watch, and watch me dance the King Tut\nOur home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\nDon't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue\nIs rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n\nYo, Miss Thing!\nYo Marisol, what's up?\nYou heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?\nYo yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting,\nYo they was wildin'\nWord man?\nWord, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo,\nThey was on the dance floor, right,\nSome kids walked up to them and said something\nAbout hippies being punks,\nAnd the chubby one Plug Three?\nYeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him\nAll right, Plug Three, all right,\nHe walked up to this kid, hit him real quick,\nThink he didn't when he did,\nAnd then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um,\nWhat's the other ones, the other ones?\nThe Violators\nThe Violators, right, right, throwing chairs,\nAnd they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?\nYeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs\nThings like that, you know what I mean?...\n\nQuestion, and that's if only I can ask this question\nCan I? (Yes you can!)\nWhy do people think just because we speak peace\nWe can't blow no joints?\n(I-I-I don't know)\n\nMase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge.\nYou know it keeps me peacefully, no?\n\nYeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\nAnd now it's time for some heads to get flown\n\nWe bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\nBut pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\nA pic, picture, picture, picture painted pink\nCould turn to re, to red, to red in blooded quick\nBut in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\nI'd ra, I'd rather bless a brother pound of palm\nWith e, with ease I kick a verse of unity\nAnd shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\nI click, I click the TV to The Simpsons\nAnd sip the Porridge deep into my system\nSo mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\nInside the studio or on a road\nThe Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\nIt's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\nTo praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\nIt's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\nCan't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\nBrother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow\nDon't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\nDon't und, don't understand the act of being foul\nHey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\nIt's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\nThrow on the Touching Fingers serenade\nSo we can throw our lemonade\nIn their face and kick their little butts\n\nAnd they're off,\nAnd Mase is the first to throw a punch\nAnd he connects lovely to the rib cage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?\nIndeed, indeed,\nI would say he showed a lot of form in that combination,\nBut look at the hoodlum trying to escape\nYeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum\nShowed great form in trying to escape,\nBut he, ah, just got his ass busted\n\n(Background:)\n(Touching fingers, touch, touch)\n(One at a time, touch together)\n\nPeople wanna get ragged with the reruns\nMe not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\nThey can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\nI tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\nThe por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\nWe won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\nTake advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\nBut when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n\nHere in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge,\nCause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\n\nIn my land, my people adore Porridge.\nAnd I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent,\nAnd we are so peaceful,\nWe sit by the campfire and listen to our rituals,\nAnd they are so violent.\nI don't understand, I don't understand\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pease Porridge\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: De La Soul Is Dead\n  duration_ms: 305642\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, gee\n  Yo, word up, gee, man\n  Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?\n  Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man\n  Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!\n  Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?\n  They ain't punks, man\n  Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack\n  Yo, man but, yo, that \"Buddy\", that was kind of fly, man,\n  And \"Potholes?\" Slammin'. Slammin'\n  Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man,\n  After they came out with \"Plug One, Plug Two\" then \"Potholes\",\n  Yo then they fell off with the brothers,\n  Yes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man,\n  I'm telling you, forget them faggots\n  Yo check it out B, though,\n  WRMS is throwin' a party at the club though, man,\n  Yo I bet you they'll be there!\n  Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man,\n  Let them brothers be there,\n  I'mma cold jack one of them niggas, run up on them!\n  (Background:)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  My name, my name, my name is the Pasta\n  Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\n  So loo, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\n  The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\n  My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\n  Consis, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\n  Get played, were played, played a lot on radio\n  And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\n  The Pea, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\n  It kept, it kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\n  But late, but lately loonies acting real bold\n  Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\n  Girls watch, and watch, and watch me dance the King Tut\n  Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\n  Don't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue\n  Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n\n  Yo, Miss Thing!\n  Yo Marisol, what's up?\n  You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?\n  Yo yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting,\n  Yo they was wildin'\n  Word man?\n  Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo,\n  They was on the dance floor, right,\n  Some kids walked up to them and said something\n  About hippies being punks,\n  And the chubby one Plug Three?\n  Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him\n  All right, Plug Three, all right,\n  He walked up to this kid, hit him real quick,\n  Think he didn't when he did,\n  And then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um,\n  What's the other ones, the other ones?\n  The Violators\n  The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs,\n  And they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?\n  Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs\n  Things like that, you know what I mean?...\n\n  Question, and that's if only I can ask this question\n  Can I? (Yes you can!)\n  Why do people think just because we speak peace\n  We can't blow no joints?\n  (I-I-I don't know)\n\n  Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge.\n  You know it keeps me peacefully, no?\n\n  Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\n  And now it's time for some heads to get flown\n\n  We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\n  But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\n  A pic, picture, picture, picture painted pink\n  Could turn to re, to red, to red in blooded quick\n  But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\n  I'd ra, I'd rather bless a brother pound of palm\n  With e, with ease I kick a verse of unity\n  And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\n  I click, I click the TV to The Simpsons\n  And sip the Porridge deep into my system\n  So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\n  Inside the studio or on a road\n  The Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\n  It's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\n  To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\n  It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\n  Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow\n  Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\n  Don't und, don't understand the act of being foul\n  Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\n  It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\n  Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade\n  So we can throw our lemonade\n  In their face and kick their little butts\n\n  And they're off,\n  And Mase is the first to throw a punch\n  And he connects lovely to the rib cage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?\n  Indeed, indeed,\n  I would say he showed a lot of form in that combination,\n  But look at the hoodlum trying to escape\n  Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum\n  Showed great form in trying to escape,\n  But he, ah, just got his ass busted\n\n  (Background:)\n  (Touching fingers, touch, touch)\n  (One at a time, touch together)\n\n  People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n  Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n  They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n  I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n  The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\n  We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n  Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n  But when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n\n  Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge,\n  Cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\n\n  In my land, my people adore Porridge.\n  And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent,\n  And we are so peaceful,\n  We sit by the campfire and listen to our rituals,\n  And they are so violent.\n  I don't understand, I don't understand\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n"},{"id":23156082,"name":"Pease Porridge","trackName":"Pease Porridge","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"De La Soul Is Dead","duration":195.326259,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, gee\nYo, word up, gee, man\nYo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?\nYeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man\nYo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!\nWord up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?\nThey ain't punks, man\nYo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack\nYo, man but, yo, that \"Buddy\", that was kind of fly, man,\nAnd \"Potholes?\" Slammin'. Slammin'\nYeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man,\nAfter they came out with \"Plug One, Plug Two\" then \"Potholes\",\nYo then they fell off with the brothers,\nYes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man,\nI'm telling you, forget them faggots\nYo check it out B, though,\nWRMS is throwin' a party at the club though, man,\nYo I bet you they'll be there!\nYeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man,\nLet them brothers be there,\nI'mma cold jack one of them niggas, run up on them!\n(Background:)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\nMy name, my name, my name is the Pasta\nNow I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\nSo loo, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\nThe funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\nMy tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\nConsis, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\nGet played, were played, played a lot on radio\nAnd also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\nThe Pea, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\nIt kept, it kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\nBut late, but lately loonies acting real bold\nCan't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\nGirls watch, and watch, and watch me dance the King Tut\nOur home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\nDon't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue\nIs rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n\nYo, Miss Thing!\nYo Marisol, what's up?\nYou heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?\nYo yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting,\nYo they was wildin'\nWord man?\nWord, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo,\nThey was on the dance floor, right,\nSome kids walked up to them and said something\nAbout hippies being punks,\nAnd the chubby one Plug Three?\nYeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him\nAll right, Plug Three, all right,\nHe walked up to this kid, hit him real quick,\nThink he didn't when he did,\nAnd then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um,\nWhat's the other ones, the other ones?\nThe Violators\nThe Violators, right, right, throwing chairs,\nAnd they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?\nYeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs\nThings like that, you know what I mean?...\n\nQuestion, and that's if only I can ask this question\nCan I? (Yes you can!)\nWhy do people think just because we speak peace\nWe can't blow no joints?\n(I-I-I don't know)\n\nMase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge.\nYou know it keeps me peacefully, no?\n\nYeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\nAnd now it's time for some heads to get flown\n\nWe bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\nBut pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\nA pic, picture, picture, picture painted pink\nCould turn to re, to red, to red in blooded quick\nBut in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\nI'd ra, I'd rather bless a brother pound of palm\nWith e, with ease I kick a verse of unity\nAnd shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\nI click, I click the TV to The Simpsons\nAnd sip the Porridge deep into my system\nSo mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\nInside the studio or on a road\nThe Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\nIt's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\nTo praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\nIt's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\nCan't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\nBrother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow\nDon't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\nDon't und, don't understand the act of being foul\nHey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\nIt's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\nThrow on the Touching Fingers serenade\nSo we can throw our lemonade\nIn their face and kick their little butts\n\nAnd they're off,\nAnd Mase is the first to throw a punch\nAnd he connects lovely to the rib cage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?\nIndeed, indeed,\nI would say he showed a lot of form in that combination,\nBut look at the hoodlum trying to escape\nYeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum\nShowed great form in trying to escape,\nBut he, ah, just got his ass busted\n\n(Background:)\n(Touching fingers, touch, touch)\n(One at a time, touch together)\n\nPeople wanna get ragged with the reruns\nMe not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\nThey can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\nI tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\nThe por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\nWe won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\nTake advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\nBut when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n\nHere in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge,\nCause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\n\nIn my land, my people adore Porridge.\nAnd I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent,\nAnd we are so peaceful,\nWe sit by the campfire and listen to our rituals,\nAnd they are so violent.\nI don't understand, I don't understand\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pease Porridge\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: De La Soul Is Dead\n  duration_ms: 195326\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, gee\n  Yo, word up, gee, man\n  Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?\n  Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man\n  Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!\n  Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?\n  They ain't punks, man\n  Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack\n  Yo, man but, yo, that \"Buddy\", that was kind of fly, man,\n  And \"Potholes?\" Slammin'. Slammin'\n  Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man,\n  After they came out with \"Plug One, Plug Two\" then \"Potholes\",\n  Yo then they fell off with the brothers,\n  Yes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man,\n  I'm telling you, forget them faggots\n  Yo check it out B, though,\n  WRMS is throwin' a party at the club though, man,\n  Yo I bet you they'll be there!\n  Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man,\n  Let them brothers be there,\n  I'mma cold jack one of them niggas, run up on them!\n  (Background:)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  My name, my name, my name is the Pasta\n  Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\n  So loo, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\n  The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\n  My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\n  Consis, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\n  Get played, were played, played a lot on radio\n  And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\n  The Pea, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\n  It kept, it kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\n  But late, but lately loonies acting real bold\n  Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\n  Girls watch, and watch, and watch me dance the King Tut\n  Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\n  Don't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue\n  Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n\n  Yo, Miss Thing!\n  Yo Marisol, what's up?\n  You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?\n  Yo yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting,\n  Yo they was wildin'\n  Word man?\n  Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo,\n  They was on the dance floor, right,\n  Some kids walked up to them and said something\n  About hippies being punks,\n  And the chubby one Plug Three?\n  Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him\n  All right, Plug Three, all right,\n  He walked up to this kid, hit him real quick,\n  Think he didn't when he did,\n  And then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um,\n  What's the other ones, the other ones?\n  The Violators\n  The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs,\n  And they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?\n  Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs\n  Things like that, you know what I mean?...\n\n  Question, and that's if only I can ask this question\n  Can I? (Yes you can!)\n  Why do people think just because we speak peace\n  We can't blow no joints?\n  (I-I-I don't know)\n\n  Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge.\n  You know it keeps me peacefully, no?\n\n  Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\n  And now it's time for some heads to get flown\n\n  We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\n  But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\n  A pic, picture, picture, picture painted pink\n  Could turn to re, to red, to red in blooded quick\n  But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\n  I'd ra, I'd rather bless a brother pound of palm\n  With e, with ease I kick a verse of unity\n  And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\n  I click, I click the TV to The Simpsons\n  And sip the Porridge deep into my system\n  So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\n  Inside the studio or on a road\n  The Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\n  It's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\n  To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\n  It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\n  Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow\n  Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\n  Don't und, don't understand the act of being foul\n  Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\n  It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\n  Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade\n  So we can throw our lemonade\n  In their face and kick their little butts\n\n  And they're off,\n  And Mase is the first to throw a punch\n  And he connects lovely to the rib cage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?\n  Indeed, indeed,\n  I would say he showed a lot of form in that combination,\n  But look at the hoodlum trying to escape\n  Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum\n  Showed great form in trying to escape,\n  But he, ah, just got his ass busted\n\n  (Background:)\n  (Touching fingers, touch, touch)\n  (One at a time, touch together)\n\n  People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n  Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n  They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n  I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n  The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\n  We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n  Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n  But when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n\n  Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge,\n  Cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\n\n  In my land, my people adore Porridge.\n  And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent,\n  And we are so peaceful,\n  We sit by the campfire and listen to our rituals,\n  And they are so violent.\n  I don't understand, I don't understand\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n"},{"id":36025032,"name":"Pease Porridge","trackName":"Pease Porridge","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"De La Soul is Dead","duration":147.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My name, my name, my name is the Pasta\nNow I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\nSo loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\nThe funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\nMy tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\nConsists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\nGet played, get played, played a lot on radio\nAnd also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\nThe Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\nIt kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\nBut late, but lately loonies acting real bold\nCan't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\nGirls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut\nOur home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\nDon't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue\nIs rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\nQuestion, and that's if only I can ask this question\nCan I? (Yes you can!)\nWhy do people think just because we speak peace\nWe can't blow no joints?\n(I-I-I don't know)\nMase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge, you know it\nKeeps me peacefully, no?\nYeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\nAnd now it's time for some heads to get flown\nWe bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\nBut pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\nA picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink\nCould turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick\nBut in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\nI'd rather, rather pass a brother a pound or palm\nI kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity\nAnd shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\nI click, I click the TV to the Simpsons\nAnd sip the Porridge deep into my system\nSo mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\nInside the studio or on a road\nThe Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\nIt's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\nTo praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\nIt's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\nCan't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\nBrother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow\nDon't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\nDon't und, don't understand the act of being foul\nHey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\nIt's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\nThrow on the Touching Fingers serenade\nSo we can throw our lemonade\nIn their face and kick their little butts\nPeople wanna get ragged with the reruns\nMe not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\nThey can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\nI tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\nThe por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\nWe won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\nTake advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\nBut when, but when we fly that head all the people say\nHere in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, cause it keeps us frogs\nReal peaceful like\nIn my land, my people adore Porridge and I don't understand why De La\nSoul is so violent\nAnd we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and\nThey are so violent. 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Word up, yo it was, but forget that man,\nAfter they came out with \"Plug One, Plug Two\" then \"Potholes\",\nYo then they fell off with the brothers,\nYes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man,\nI'm telling you, forget them faggots\nYo check it out B, though,\nWRMS is throwin' a party at the club though, man,\nYo I bet you they'll be there!\nYeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man,\nLet them brothers be there,\nI'mma cold jack one of them niggas, run up on them!\n(Background:)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\nMy name, my name, my name is the Pasta\nNow I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\nSo loo, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\nThe funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\nMy tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\nConsis, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\nGet played, were played, played a lot on radio\nAnd also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\nThe Pea, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\nIt kept, it kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\nBut late, but lately loonies acting real bold\nCan't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\nGirls watch, and watch, and watch me dance the King Tut\nOur home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\nDon't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue\nIs rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n\nYo, Miss Thing!\nYo Marisol, what's up?\nYou heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?\nYo yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting,\nYo they was wildin'\nWord man?\nWord, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo,\nThey was on the dance floor, right,\nSome kids walked up to them and said something\nAbout hippies being punks,\nAnd the chubby one Plug Three?\nYeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him\nAll right, Plug Three, all right,\nHe walked up to this kid, hit him real quick,\nThink he didn't when he did,\nAnd then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um,\nWhat's the other ones, the other ones?\nThe Violators\nThe Violators, right, right, throwing chairs,\nAnd they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?\nYeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs\nThings like that, you know what I mean?...\n\nQuestion, and that's if only I can ask this question\nCan I? (Yes you can!)\nWhy do people think just because we speak peace\nWe can't blow no joints?\n(I-I-I don't know)\n\nMase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge.\nYou know it keeps me peacefully, no?\n\nYeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\nAnd now it's time for some heads to get flown\n\nWe bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\nBut pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\nA pic, picture, picture, picture painted pink\nCould turn to re, to red, to red in blooded quick\nBut in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\nI'd ra, I'd rather bless a brother pound of palm\nWith e, with ease I kick a verse of unity\nAnd shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\nI click, I click the TV to The Simpsons\nAnd sip the Porridge deep into my system\nSo mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\nInside the studio or on a road\nThe Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\nIt's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\nTo praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\nIt's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\nCan't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\nBrother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow\nDon't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\nDon't und, don't understand the act of being foul\nHey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\nIt's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\nThrow on the Touching Fingers serenade\nSo we can throw our lemonade\nIn their face and kick their little butts\n\nAnd they're off,\nAnd Mase is the first to throw a punch\nAnd he connects lovely to the rib cage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?\nIndeed, indeed,\nI would say he showed a lot of form in that combination,\nBut look at the hoodlum trying to escape\nYeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum\nShowed great form in trying to escape,\nBut he, ah, just got his ass busted\n\n(Background:)\n(Touching fingers, touch, touch)\n(One at a time, touch together)\n\nPeople wanna get ragged with the reruns\nMe not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\nThey can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\nI tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\nThe por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\nWe won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\nTake advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\nBut when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n\nHere in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge,\nCause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\n\nIn my land, my people adore Porridge.\nAnd I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent,\nAnd we are so peaceful,\nWe sit by the campfire and listen to our rituals,\nAnd they are so violent.\nI don't understand, I don't understand\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 04. De La Soul - Pease Porridge\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: De la Soul is Dead\n  duration_ms: 301012\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, gee\n  Yo, word up, gee, man\n  Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?\n  Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man\n  Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!\n  Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?\n  They ain't punks, man\n  Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack\n  Yo, man but, yo, that \"Buddy\", that was kind of fly, man,\n  And \"Potholes?\" Slammin'. Slammin'\n  Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man,\n  After they came out with \"Plug One, Plug Two\" then \"Potholes\",\n  Yo then they fell off with the brothers,\n  Yes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man,\n  I'm telling you, forget them faggots\n  Yo check it out B, though,\n  WRMS is throwin' a party at the club though, man,\n  Yo I bet you they'll be there!\n  Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man,\n  Let them brothers be there,\n  I'mma cold jack one of them niggas, run up on them!\n  (Background:)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  My name, my name, my name is the Pasta\n  Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\n  So loo, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\n  The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\n  My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\n  Consis, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\n  Get played, were played, played a lot on radio\n  And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\n  The Pea, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\n  It kept, it kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\n  But late, but lately loonies acting real bold\n  Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\n  Girls watch, and watch, and watch me dance the King Tut\n  Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\n  Don't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue\n  Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n\n  Yo, Miss Thing!\n  Yo Marisol, what's up?\n  You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?\n  Yo yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting,\n  Yo they was wildin'\n  Word man?\n  Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo,\n  They was on the dance floor, right,\n  Some kids walked up to them and said something\n  About hippies being punks,\n  And the chubby one Plug Three?\n  Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him\n  All right, Plug Three, all right,\n  He walked up to this kid, hit him real quick,\n  Think he didn't when he did,\n  And then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um,\n  What's the other ones, the other ones?\n  The Violators\n  The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs,\n  And they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?\n  Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs\n  Things like that, you know what I mean?...\n\n  Question, and that's if only I can ask this question\n  Can I? (Yes you can!)\n  Why do people think just because we speak peace\n  We can't blow no joints?\n  (I-I-I don't know)\n\n  Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge.\n  You know it keeps me peacefully, no?\n\n  Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\n  And now it's time for some heads to get flown\n\n  We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\n  But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\n  A pic, picture, picture, picture painted pink\n  Could turn to re, to red, to red in blooded quick\n  But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\n  I'd ra, I'd rather bless a brother pound of palm\n  With e, with ease I kick a verse of unity\n  And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\n  I click, I click the TV to The Simpsons\n  And sip the Porridge deep into my system\n  So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\n  Inside the studio or on a road\n  The Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\n  It's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\n  To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\n  It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\n  Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow\n  Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\n  Don't und, don't understand the act of being foul\n  Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\n  It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\n  Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade\n  So we can throw our lemonade\n  In their face and kick their little butts\n\n  And they're off,\n  And Mase is the first to throw a punch\n  And he connects lovely to the rib cage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?\n  Indeed, indeed,\n  I would say he showed a lot of form in that combination,\n  But look at the hoodlum trying to escape\n  Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum\n  Showed great form in trying to escape,\n  But he, ah, just got his ass busted\n\n  (Background:)\n  (Touching fingers, touch, touch)\n  (One at a time, touch together)\n\n  People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n  Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n  They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n  I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n  The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\n  We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n  Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n  But when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n\n  Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge,\n  Cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\n\n  In my land, my people adore Porridge.\n  And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent,\n  And we are so peaceful,\n  We sit by the campfire and listen to our rituals,\n  And they are so violent.\n  I don't understand, I don't understand\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n"},{"id":40198765,"name":"04 - Pease Porridge","trackName":"04 - Pease Porridge","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"De La Soul is Dead","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, gee\nYo, word up, gee, man\nYo, man, you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?\nYeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man\nYo, man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!\nWord up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?\nThey ain't punks, man\nYo, man, those kids are wack, man, straight up booty, wack\n\nYo, man, but, yo, that 'Buddy', that was kind of fly, man, and 'Potholes'?\" Slammin', Slammin'\nYeah, it was, word up, yo, it was, but forget that, man\nAfter they came out with \"Plug One, Plug Two\" then 'Potholes'\nYo, then they fell off with the brothers, man\nYes, they did, man, yo, they were straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots\nYo, check it out, B, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club though, man\nYo, I bet you they'll be there!\nYeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers be there\nI'ma cold jap one of them niggas, run up on them!\n\nMy name, my name, my name is The Pasta\nNow I like, I like, I like to plug the real thing\nSo loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\nThe funk, the funk, funky-funky stuff I bring\nMy tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\nConsists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\nGet played, get played, played a lot on radio\nAnd also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\n\nThe Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\nIt kept, it kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\nBut late, but lately loonies acting real bold\nCan't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\nGirls watch, and watch, and watch me dance the King Tut\nOur home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\nDon't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue\nIs rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n\nYo, Miss Thing!\nYo, Marisol, what's up?\nYou heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?\nYo, I was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo, they was wildin'\nWord, man?\nWord, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo\nThey was on the dance floor, right\nSome kid walked up to them and said something about hippies being punks, yo, and the chubby one, Plug Three?\nYeah, Plug Three, yeah I know, I know\nAll right, Plug Three, all right\n\nHe walked up to this kid, hit him real quick, think he didn't when he did\nAnd then them other kids, the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other ones? The other ones?\nThe Violators, yeah, The Violators\nThe Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?\nYeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs things like that, you know\n\nQuestion, and that's if only I can ask this question\nCan I? (Yes, you can!)\nWhy do people think just because we speak peace\nWe can't blow no joints? (I-I-I don't know)\nMase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge\nYou know it keeps me peacefully, no?\nYeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\nAnd now it's time for some heads to get flown\n\nWe bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\nBut pack a .9 inside, inside my De La drawers\nA picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink\nCould turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick\nBut in a single file, my Native Tongue is calm\nI'd ra-, I'd rather bless a brother pound of palm\nWith e-, with ease, I kick a verse of unity\nAnd shack-, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\n\nI click, I click the TV to the Simpsons\nAnd sip the Porridge deep into my system\nSo mel-, so mellow mode is my day mode\nInside the studio or on a road\nThe Shwing-, the Shwingalo is the now step\nIt's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep\nTo praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\nIt's false because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\nCan't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\nBrother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow\nDon't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\nDon't und-, don't understand the act of being foul\nHey, D, hey, D, hey, DJ, set the record up\nIt's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\nThrow on the Touching Fingers serenade\nSo we can throw our lemonade\nIn their face and kick their little butts\n\nAnd they're off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch, and he connects lovely to the rib cage (touching fingers, touch, touch)\nWouldn't you say so, Squirrel? (One at a time, touch together)\nIndeed, indeed, I would say he showed a lot of form in that combination\nBut look at the hoodlum trying to escape (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\nYeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\nBut he, ah, just got his ass busted (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n\nPeople wanna get ragged with the reruns\nMe not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\nThey can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\nI tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\nThe por-, the por-, the porridge got crazy cold\nWe won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\nTake advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\nBut when, but when we fly that head, all the people say\n\nHere in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge 'cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\nIn my land, my people adore Porridge\nAnd I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful\nWe sit by the campfire, and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent\nI don't understand, I don't understand\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] Yo, gee\n[00:01.65] Yo, word up, gee, man\n[00:02.69] Yo, man, you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?\n[00:04.82] Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man\n[00:06.06] Yo, man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!\n[00:08.58] Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?\n[00:11.45] They ain't punks, man\n[00:12.16] Yo, man, those kids are wack, man, straight up booty, wack\n[00:14.60] Yo, man, but, yo, that 'Buddy', that was kind of fly, man, and 'Potholes'?\" Slammin', Slammin'\n[00:19.37] Yeah, it was, word up, yo, it was, but forget that, man\n[00:21.03] After they came out with \"Plug One, Plug Two\" then 'Potholes'\n[00:23.90] Yo, then they fell off with the brothers, man\n[00:25.67] Yes, they did, man, yo, they were straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots\n[00:29.65] Yo, check it out, B, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club though, man\n[00:33.12] Yo, I bet you they'll be there!\n[00:35.20] Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers be there\n[00:36.96] I'ma cold jap one of them niggas, run up on them!\n[00:39.31] My name, my name, my name is The Pasta\n[00:41.67] Now I like, I like, I like to plug the real thing\n[00:44.31] So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\n[00:46.96] The funk, the funk, funky-funky stuff I bring\n[00:49.38] My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\n[00:51.79] Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\n[00:54.47] Get played, get played, played a lot on radio\n[00:56.70] And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\n[00:59.43] The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\n[01:01.61] It kept, it kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\n[01:04.21] But late, but lately loonies acting real bold\n[01:06.58] Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\n[01:09.00] Girls watch, and watch, and watch me dance the King Tut\n[01:11.55] Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\n[01:13.96] Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue\n[01:16.25] Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n[01:19.15] Yo, Miss Thing!\n[01:20.48] Yo, Marisol, what's up?\n[01:21.72] You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?\n[01:24.02] Yo, I was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo, they was wildin'\n[01:28.13] Word, man?\n[01:28.88] Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo\n[01:31.43] They was on the dance floor, right\n[01:33.00] Some kid walked up to them and said something about hippies being punks, yo, and the chubby one, Plug Three?\n[01:38.42] Yeah, Plug Three, yeah I know, I know\n[01:39.83] All right, Plug Three, all right\n[01:40.98] He walked up to this kid, hit him real quick, think he didn't when he did\n[01:44.47] And then them other kids, the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other ones? The other ones?\n[01:48.65] The Violators, yeah, The Violators\n[01:50.29] The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?\n[01:54.43] Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs things like that, you know\n[01:59.17] Question, and that's if only I can ask this question\n[02:02.26] Can I? (Yes, you can!)\n[02:03.65] Why do people think just because we speak peace\n[02:05.83] We can't blow no joints? (I-I-I don't know)\n[02:08.55] Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge\n[02:11.44] You know it keeps me peacefully, no?\n[02:13.20] Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\n[02:15.66] And now it's time for some heads to get flown\n[02:18.37] We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\n[02:20.92] But pack a .9 inside, inside my De La drawers\n[02:23.49] A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink\n[02:25.86] Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick\n[02:28.31] But in a single file, my Native Tongue is calm\n[02:30.83] I'd ra-, I'd rather bless a brother pound of palm\n[02:33.31] With e-, with ease, I kick a verse of unity\n[02:35.77] And shack-, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\n[02:38.19] I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons\n[02:40.70] And sip the Porridge deep into my system\n[02:43.29] So mel-, so mellow mode is my day mode\n[02:45.72] Inside the studio or on a road\n[02:48.33] The Shwing-, the Shwingalo is the now step\n[02:50.68] It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep\n[02:53.15] To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\n[02:55.54] It's false because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n[02:58.30] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:00.89] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:03.22] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:05.78] (Nine days old)\n[03:08.15] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:10.62] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:13.01] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:15.52] (Nine days old)\n[03:17.89] Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\n[03:20.47] Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow\n[03:22.95] Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\n[03:25.44] Don't und-, don't understand the act of being foul\n[03:27.71] Hey, D, hey, D, hey, DJ, set the record up\n[03:30.15] It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\n[03:32.70] Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade\n[03:34.68] So we can throw our lemonade\n[03:36.06] In their face and kick their little butts\n[03:37.98] And they're off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch, and he connects lovely to the rib cage (touching fingers, touch, touch)\n[03:41.84] Wouldn't you say so, Squirrel? (One at a time, touch together)\n[03:43.18] Indeed, indeed, I would say he showed a lot of form in that combination\n[03:47.32] But look at the hoodlum trying to escape (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n[03:50.45] Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n[03:54.06] But he, ah, just got his ass busted (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n[03:57.41] People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n[03:59.85] Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n[04:02.45] They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n[04:04.83] I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n[04:07.28] The por-, the por-, the porridge got crazy cold\n[04:09.74] We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n[04:12.39] Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n[04:14.82] But when, but when we fly that head, all the people say\n[04:17.95] Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge 'cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\n[04:23.99] In my land, my people adore Porridge\n[04:26.25] And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful\n[04:29.63] We sit by the campfire, and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent\n[04:32.63] I don't understand, I don't understand\n[04:37.38] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[04:39.95] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[04:42.35] (Pease porridge in the pot)\n[04:44.88] (Nine days old)\n[04:47.22] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[04:49.71] (Pease porridge in the pot)\n[04:52.11] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[04:54.74] (Nine days old)\n[04:57.26] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[04:59.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 04 - Pease Porridge\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: De La Soul is Dead\n  duration_ms: 301575\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, gee\n  start_ms: 860\n  end_ms: 1650\n- text: Yo, word up, gee, man\n  start_ms: 1650\n  end_ms: 2690\n- text: Yo, man, you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?\n  start_ms: 2690\n  end_ms: 4820\n- text: Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man\n  start_ms: 4820\n  end_ms: 6060\n- text: Yo, man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!\n  start_ms: 6060\n  end_ms: 8580\n- text: Word up! 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Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?\n  They ain't punks, man\n  Yo, man, those kids are wack, man, straight up booty, wack\n\n  Yo, man, but, yo, that 'Buddy', that was kind of fly, man, and 'Potholes'?\" Slammin', Slammin'\n  Yeah, it was, word up, yo, it was, but forget that, man\n  After they came out with \"Plug One, Plug Two\" then 'Potholes'\n  Yo, then they fell off with the brothers, man\n  Yes, they did, man, yo, they were straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots\n  Yo, check it out, B, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club though, man\n  Yo, I bet you they'll be there!\n  Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers be there\n  I'ma cold jap one of them niggas, run up on them!\n\n  My name, my name, my name is The Pasta\n  Now I like, I like, I like to plug the real thing\n  So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\n  The funk, the funk, funky-funky stuff I bring\n  My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\n  Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\n  Get played, get played, played a lot on radio\n  And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\n\n  The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\n  It kept, it kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\n  But late, but lately loonies acting real bold\n  Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\n  Girls watch, and watch, and watch me dance the King Tut\n  Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\n  Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue\n  Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n\n  Yo, Miss Thing!\n  Yo, Marisol, what's up?\n  You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?\n  Yo, I was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo, they was wildin'\n  Word, man?\n  Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo\n  They was on the dance floor, right\n  Some kid walked up to them and said something about hippies being punks, yo, and the chubby one, Plug Three?\n  Yeah, Plug Three, yeah I know, I know\n  All right, Plug Three, all right\n\n  He walked up to this kid, hit him real quick, think he didn't when he did\n  And then them other kids, the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other ones? The other ones?\n  The Violators, yeah, The Violators\n  The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?\n  Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs things like that, you know\n\n  Question, and that's if only I can ask this question\n  Can I? (Yes, you can!)\n  Why do people think just because we speak peace\n  We can't blow no joints? (I-I-I don't know)\n  Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge\n  You know it keeps me peacefully, no?\n  Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\n  And now it's time for some heads to get flown\n\n  We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\n  But pack a .9 inside, inside my De La drawers\n  A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink\n  Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick\n  But in a single file, my Native Tongue is calm\n  I'd ra-, I'd rather bless a brother pound of palm\n  With e-, with ease, I kick a verse of unity\n  And shack-, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\n\n  I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons\n  And sip the Porridge deep into my system\n  So mel-, so mellow mode is my day mode\n  Inside the studio or on a road\n  The Shwing-, the Shwingalo is the now step\n  It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep\n  To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\n  It's false because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\n  Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow\n  Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\n  Don't und-, don't understand the act of being foul\n  Hey, D, hey, D, hey, DJ, set the record up\n  It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\n  Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade\n  So we can throw our lemonade\n  In their face and kick their little butts\n\n  And they're off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch, and he connects lovely to the rib cage (touching fingers, touch, touch)\n  Wouldn't you say so, Squirrel? (One at a time, touch together)\n  Indeed, indeed, I would say he showed a lot of form in that combination\n  But look at the hoodlum trying to escape (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n  Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n  But he, ah, just got his ass busted (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n\n  People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n  Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n  They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n  I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n  The por-, the por-, the porridge got crazy cold\n  We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n  Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n  But when, but when we fly that head, all the people say\n\n  Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge 'cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\n  In my land, my people adore Porridge\n  And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful\n  We sit by the campfire, and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent\n  I don't understand, I don't understand\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n"},{"id":10861224,"name":"Pease Porridge","trackName":"Pease Porridge","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Is Dead","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, gee\nYo, word up, gee, man\nYo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?\nYeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man\nYo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!\nWord up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?\nThey ain't punks, man\nYo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack\nYo, man but, yo, that \"Buddy\", that was kind of fly, man,\nAnd \"Potholes?\" Slammin'. Slammin'\nYeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man,\nAfter they came out with \"Plug One, Plug Two\" then \"Potholes\",\nYo then they fell off with the brothers,\nYes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man,\nI'm telling you, forget them faggots\nYo check it out B, though,\nWRMS is throwin' a party at the club though, man,\nYo I bet you they'll be there!\nYeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man,\nLet them brothers be there,\nI'mma cold jack one of them niggas, run up on them!\n(Background:)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\nMy name, my name, my name is the Pasta\nNow I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\nSo loo, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\nThe funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\nMy tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\nConsis, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\nGet played, were played, played a lot on radio\nAnd also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\nThe Pea, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\nIt kept, it kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\nBut late, but lately loonies acting real bold\nCan't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\nGirls watch, and watch, and watch me dance the King Tut\nOur home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\nDon't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue\nIs rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n\nYo, Miss Thing!\nYo Marisol, what's up?\nYou heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?\nYo yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting,\nYo they was wildin'\nWord man?\nWord, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo,\nThey was on the dance floor, right,\nSome kids walked up to them and said something\nAbout hippies being punks,\nAnd the chubby one Plug Three?\nYeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him\nAll right, Plug Three, all right,\nHe walked up to this kid, hit him real quick,\nThink he didn't when he did,\nAnd then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um,\nWhat's the other ones, the other ones?\nThe Violators\nThe Violators, right, right, throwing chairs,\nAnd they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?\nYeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs\nThings like that, you know what I mean?...\n\nQuestion, and that's if only I can ask this question\nCan I? (Yes you can!)\nWhy do people think just because we speak peace\nWe can't blow no joints?\n(I-I-I don't know)\n\nMase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge.\nYou know it keeps me peacefully, no?\n\nYeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\nAnd now it's time for some heads to get flown\n\nWe bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\nBut pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\nA pic, picture, picture, picture painted pink\nCould turn to re, to red, to red in blooded quick\nBut in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\nI'd ra, I'd rather bless a brother pound of palm\nWith e, with ease I kick a verse of unity\nAnd shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\nI click, I click the TV to The Simpsons\nAnd sip the Porridge deep into my system\nSo mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\nInside the studio or on a road\nThe Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\nIt's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\nTo praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\nIt's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\nCan't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\nBrother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow\nDon't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\nDon't und, don't understand the act of being foul\nHey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\nIt's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\nThrow on the Touching Fingers serenade\nSo we can throw our lemonade\nIn their face and kick their little butts\n\nAnd they're off,\nAnd Mase is the first to throw a punch\nAnd he connects lovely to the rib cage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?\nIndeed, indeed,\nI would say he showed a lot of form in that combination,\nBut look at the hoodlum trying to escape\nYeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum\nShowed great form in trying to escape,\nBut he, ah, just got his ass busted\n\n(Background:)\n(Touching fingers, touch, touch)\n(One at a time, touch together)\n\nPeople wanna get ragged with the reruns\nMe not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\nThey can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\nI tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\nThe por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\nWe won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\nTake advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\nBut when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n\nHere in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge,\nCause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\n\nIn my land, my people adore Porridge.\nAnd I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent,\nAnd we are so peaceful,\nWe sit by the campfire and listen to our rituals,\nAnd they are so violent.\nI don't understand, I don't understand\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Pease porridge in the pot)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] Yo, gee\n[00:01.65] Yo, word up, gee, man\n[00:02.69] Yo, man, you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?\n[00:04.82] Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man\n[00:06.06] Yo, man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!\n[00:08.58] Word up! 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All right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers be there\n[00:36.96] I'ma cold jap one of them niggas, run up on them!\n[00:39.31] My name, my name, my name is The Pasta\n[00:41.67] Now I like, I like, I like to plug the real thing\n[00:44.31] So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\n[00:46.96] The funk, the funk, funky-funky stuff I bring\n[00:49.38] My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\n[00:51.79] Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\n[00:54.47] Get played, get played, played a lot on radio\n[00:56.70] And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\n[00:59.43] The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\n[01:01.61] It kept, it kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\n[01:04.21] But late, but lately loonies acting real bold\n[01:06.58] Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\n[01:09.00] Girls watch, and watch, and watch me dance the King Tut\n[01:11.55] Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\n[01:13.96] Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue\n[01:16.25] Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n[01:19.15] Yo, Miss Thing!\n[01:20.48] Yo, Marisol, what's up?\n[01:21.72] You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?\n[01:24.02] Yo, I was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo, they was wildin'\n[01:28.13] Word, man?\n[01:28.88] Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo\n[01:31.43] They was on the dance floor, right\n[01:33.00] Some kid walked up to them and said something about hippies being punks, yo, and the chubby one, Plug Three?\n[01:38.42] Yeah, Plug Three, yeah I know, I know\n[01:39.83] All right, Plug Three, all right\n[01:40.98] He walked up to this kid, hit him real quick, think he didn't when he did\n[01:44.47] And then them other kids, the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other ones? The other ones?\n[01:48.65] The Violators, yeah, The Violators\n[01:50.29] The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?\n[01:54.43] Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs things like that, you know\n[01:59.17] Question, and that's if only I can ask this question\n[02:02.26] Can I? (Yes, you can!)\n[02:03.65] Why do people think just because we speak peace\n[02:05.83] We can't blow no joints? 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(One at a time, touch together)\n[03:43.18] Indeed, indeed, I would say he showed a lot of form in that combination\n[03:47.32] But look at the hoodlum trying to escape (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n[03:50.45] Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n[03:54.06] But he, ah, just got his ass busted (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n[03:57.41] People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n[03:59.85] Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n[04:02.45] They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n[04:04.83] I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n[04:07.28] The por-, the por-, the porridge got crazy cold\n[04:09.74] We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n[04:12.39] Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n[04:14.82] But when, but when we fly that head, all the people say\n[04:17.95] Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge 'cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\n[04:23.99] In my land, my people adore Porridge\n[04:26.25] And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful\n[04:29.63] We sit by the campfire, and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent\n[04:32.63] I don't understand, I don't understand\n[04:37.38] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[04:39.95] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[04:42.35] (Pease porridge in the pot)\n[04:44.88] (Nine days old)\n[04:47.22] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[04:49.71] (Pease porridge in the pot)\n[04:52.11] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[04:54.74] (Nine days old)\n[04:57.26] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[04:59.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pease Porridge\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Is Dead\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, gee\n  start_ms: 860\n  end_ms: 1650\n- text: Yo, word up, gee, man\n  start_ms: 1650\n  end_ms: 2690\n- text: Yo, man, you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?\n  start_ms: 2690\n  end_ms: 4820\n- text: Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man\n  start_ms: 4820\n  end_ms: 6060\n- text: Yo, man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!\n  start_ms: 6060\n  end_ms: 8580\n- text: Word up! 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(One at a time, touch together)\n  start_ms: 221840\n  end_ms: 223180\n- text: Indeed, indeed, I would say he showed a lot of form in that combination\n  start_ms: 223180\n  end_ms: 227320\n- text: But look at the hoodlum trying to escape (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n  start_ms: 227320\n  end_ms: 230450\n- text: Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n  start_ms: 230450\n  end_ms: 234060\n- text: But he, ah, just got his ass busted (touching fingers, touch, touch) (one at a time, touch together)\n  start_ms: 234060\n  end_ms: 237410\n- text: People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n  start_ms: 237410\n  end_ms: 239850\n- text: Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n  start_ms: 239850\n  end_ms: 242450\n- text: They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n  start_ms: 242450\n  end_ms: 244830\n- text: I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n  start_ms: 244830\n  end_ms: 247280\n- text: The por-, the por-, the porridge got crazy cold\n  start_ms: 247280\n  end_ms: 249740\n- text: We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n  start_ms: 249740\n  end_ms: 252390\n- text: Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n  start_ms: 252390\n  end_ms: 254820\n- text: But when, but when we fly that head, all the people say\n  start_ms: 254820\n  end_ms: 257950\n- text: Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge 'cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\n  start_ms: 257950\n  end_ms: 263990\n- text: In my land, my people adore Porridge\n  start_ms: 263990\n  end_ms: 266250\n- text: And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful\n  start_ms: 266250\n  end_ms: 269630\n- text: We sit by the campfire, and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent\n  start_ms: 269630\n  end_ms: 272630\n- text: I don't understand, I don't understand\n  start_ms: 272630\n  end_ms: 277380\n- text: (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  start_ms: 277380\n  end_ms: 279950\n- text: (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  start_ms: 279950\n  end_ms: 282350\n- text: (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  start_ms: 282350\n  end_ms: 284880\n- text: (Nine days old)\n  start_ms: 284880\n  end_ms: 287220\n- text: (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  start_ms: 287220\n  end_ms: 289710\n- text: (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  start_ms: 289710\n  end_ms: 292110\n- text: (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  start_ms: 292110\n  end_ms: 294740\n- text: (Nine days old)\n  start_ms: 294740\n  end_ms: 297260\n- text: (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  start_ms: 297260\n  end_ms: 299820\nplain: |-\n  Yo, gee\n  Yo, word up, gee, man\n  Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?\n  Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man\n  Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!\n  Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?\n  They ain't punks, man\n  Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack\n  Yo, man but, yo, that \"Buddy\", that was kind of fly, man,\n  And \"Potholes?\" Slammin'. Slammin'\n  Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man,\n  After they came out with \"Plug One, Plug Two\" then \"Potholes\",\n  Yo then they fell off with the brothers,\n  Yes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man,\n  I'm telling you, forget them faggots\n  Yo check it out B, though,\n  WRMS is throwin' a party at the club though, man,\n  Yo I bet you they'll be there!\n  Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man,\n  Let them brothers be there,\n  I'mma cold jack one of them niggas, run up on them!\n  (Background:)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  My name, my name, my name is the Pasta\n  Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\n  So loo, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\n  The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\n  My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\n  Consis, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\n  Get played, were played, played a lot on radio\n  And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\n  The Pea, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\n  It kept, it kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\n  But late, but lately loonies acting real bold\n  Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\n  Girls watch, and watch, and watch me dance the King Tut\n  Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\n  Don't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue\n  Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n\n  Yo, Miss Thing!\n  Yo Marisol, what's up?\n  You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?\n  Yo yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting,\n  Yo they was wildin'\n  Word man?\n  Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo,\n  They was on the dance floor, right,\n  Some kids walked up to them and said something\n  About hippies being punks,\n  And the chubby one Plug Three?\n  Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him\n  All right, Plug Three, all right,\n  He walked up to this kid, hit him real quick,\n  Think he didn't when he did,\n  And then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um,\n  What's the other ones, the other ones?\n  The Violators\n  The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs,\n  And they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?\n  Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs\n  Things like that, you know what I mean?...\n\n  Question, and that's if only I can ask this question\n  Can I? (Yes you can!)\n  Why do people think just because we speak peace\n  We can't blow no joints?\n  (I-I-I don't know)\n\n  Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge.\n  You know it keeps me peacefully, no?\n\n  Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\n  And now it's time for some heads to get flown\n\n  We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\n  But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\n  A pic, picture, picture, picture painted pink\n  Could turn to re, to red, to red in blooded quick\n  But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\n  I'd ra, I'd rather bless a brother pound of palm\n  With e, with ease I kick a verse of unity\n  And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\n  I click, I click the TV to The Simpsons\n  And sip the Porridge deep into my system\n  So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\n  Inside the studio or on a road\n  The Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\n  It's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\n  To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\n  It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\n  Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow\n  Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\n  Don't und, don't understand the act of being foul\n  Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\n  It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\n  Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade\n  So we can throw our lemonade\n  In their face and kick their little butts\n\n  And they're off,\n  And Mase is the first to throw a punch\n  And he connects lovely to the rib cage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?\n  Indeed, indeed,\n  I would say he showed a lot of form in that combination,\n  But look at the hoodlum trying to escape\n  Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum\n  Showed great form in trying to escape,\n  But he, ah, just got his ass busted\n\n  (Background:)\n  (Touching fingers, touch, touch)\n  (One at a time, touch together)\n\n  People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n  Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n  They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n  I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n  The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\n  We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n  Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n  But when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n\n  Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge,\n  Cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like\n\n  In my land, my people adore Porridge.\n  And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent,\n  And we are so peaceful,\n  We sit by the campfire and listen to our rituals,\n  And they are so violent.\n  I don't understand, I don't understand\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n"},{"id":33710749,"name":"Pease Porridge","trackName":"Pease Porridge","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Original Album Series","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My name, my name, my name is the Pasta\nNow I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\nSo loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\nThe funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\nMy tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\nConsists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\nGet played, get played, played a lot on radio\nAnd also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\nThe Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\nIt kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\nBut late, but lately loonies acting real bold\nCan't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\nGirls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut\nOur home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\nDon't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue\nIs rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\nQuestion, and that's if only I can ask this question\nCan I? 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I don't understand\nI don't understand\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)\n(Nine days old)\n(Pease Porridge in the pot)","syncedLyrics":"[00:39.08] My name, my name, my name is the Pasta\n[00:41.19] Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\n[00:43.68] So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\n[00:46.13] The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\n[00:48.59] My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\n[00:51.08] Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\n[00:53.54] Get played, get played, played a lot on radio\n[00:55.98] And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\n[00:58.63] The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\n[01:01.05] It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\n[01:03.42] But late, but lately loonies acting real bold\n[01:05.93] Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\n[01:08.42] Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut\n[01:11.00] Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\n[01:13.32] Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue\n[01:15.80] Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n[01:57.88] Question, and that's if only I can ask this question\n[02:01.50] Can I? (Yes you can!)\n[02:03.19] Why do people think just because we speak peace\n[02:05.42] We can't blow no joints?\n[02:06.93] (I-I-I don't know)\n[02:08.26] Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge, you know it\n[02:11.29] Keeps me peacefully, no?\n[02:12.90] Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\n[02:15.21] And now it's time for some heads to get flown\n[02:17.95] We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\n[02:20.29] But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\n[02:22.74] A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink\n[02:25.16] Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick\n[02:27.66] But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\n[02:30.09] I'd rather, rather pass a brother a pound or palm\n[02:32.70] I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity\n[02:35.16] And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\n[02:37.58] I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons\n[02:40.09] And sip the Porridge deep into my system\n[02:42.59] So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\n[02:45.02] Inside the studio or on a road\n[02:47.58] The Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\n[02:49.92] It's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\n[02:52.49] To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\n[02:54.91] It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n[02:57.95] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:00.34] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:02.87] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[03:05.26] (Nine days old)\n[03:17.51] Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\n[03:19.81] Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow\n[03:22.29] Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\n[03:24.77] Don't und, don't understand the act of being foul\n[03:27.19] Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\n[03:29.59] It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\n[03:32.10] Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade\n[03:34.28] So we can throw our lemonade\n[03:35.37] In their face and kick their little butts\n[03:56.16] People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n[03:59.61] Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n[04:01.98] They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n[04:04.39] I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n[04:06.93] The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\n[04:09.35] We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n[04:11.77] Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n[04:14.25] But when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n[04:17.30] Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, cause it keeps us frogs\n[04:22.04] Real peaceful like\n[04:23.10] In my land, my people adore Porridge and I don't understand why De La\n[04:27.07] Soul is so violent\n[04:28.32] And we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and\n[04:31.73] They are so violent. I don't understand\n[04:33.00] I don't understand\n[04:36.56] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[04:44.52] (Nine days old)\n[04:47.08] (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n[04:54.57] (Nine days old)\n[04:57.06] (Pease Porridge in the pot)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pease Porridge\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Original Album Series\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My name, my name, my name is the Pasta\n  start_ms: 39080\n  end_ms: 41190\n- text: Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing\n  start_ms: 41190\n  end_ms: 43680\n- text: So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance\n  start_ms: 43680\n  end_ms: 46130\n- text: The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring\n  start_ms: 46130\n  end_ms: 48590\n- text: My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues\n  start_ms: 48590\n  end_ms: 51080\n- text: Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others\n  start_ms: 51080\n  end_ms: 53540\n- text: Get played, get played, played a lot on radio\n  start_ms: 53540\n  end_ms: 55980\n- text: And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers\n  start_ms: 55980\n  end_ms: 58630\n- text: The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed\n  start_ms: 58630\n  end_ms: 61050\n- text: It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry\n  start_ms: 61050\n  end_ms: 63420\n- text: But late, but lately loonies acting real bold\n  start_ms: 63420\n  end_ms: 65930\n- text: Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry\n  start_ms: 65930\n  end_ms: 68420\n- text: Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut\n  start_ms: 68420\n  end_ms: 71000\n- text: Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks\n  start_ms: 71000\n  end_ms: 73320\n- text: Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue\n  start_ms: 73320\n  end_ms: 75800\n- text: Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix\n  start_ms: 75800\n  end_ms: 117880\n- text: Question, and that's if only I can ask this question\n  start_ms: 117880\n  end_ms: 121500\n- text: Can I? 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(Yes you can!)\n  Why do people think just because we speak peace\n  We can't blow no joints?\n  (I-I-I don't know)\n  Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge, you know it\n  Keeps me peacefully, no?\n  Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked\n  And now it's time for some heads to get flown\n  We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course\n  But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers\n  A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink\n  Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick\n  But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm\n  I'd rather, rather pass a brother a pound or palm\n  I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity\n  And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat\n  I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons\n  And sip the Porridge deep into my system\n  So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode\n  Inside the studio or on a road\n  The Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step\n  It's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep\n  To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag\n  It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n  Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music\n  Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow\n  Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball\n  Don't und, don't understand the act of being foul\n  Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up\n  It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups\n  Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade\n  So we can throw our lemonade\n  In their face and kick their little butts\n  People wanna get ragged with the reruns\n  Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit\n  They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none\n  I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit\n  The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold\n  We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown\n  Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways\n  But when, but when we fly that head all the people say\n  Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, cause it keeps us frogs\n  Real peaceful like\n  In my land, my people adore Porridge and I don't understand why De La\n  Soul is so violent\n  And we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and\n  They are so violent. I don't understand\n  I don't understand\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n  (Nine days old)\n  (Pease Porridge in the pot)\n"}]