[{"id":1634777,"name":"Squat!","trackName":"Squat!","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\nYou know we got a party man, get the other record!\n(Here we go)\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\nIt's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\nI'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\nTryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\nStayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\nTwo G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\nAnd Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\nNoooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\nThe guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\nI score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\nWe like four planets on the mic\nAligned arrays retired all in the days\nGame (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\nWhen I was nine, I played with slime\nGot rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\nI got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\nI got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\nYo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\nKeep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\nSpit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\nY'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n(Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n(Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n(Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\nAnd buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n(Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\nFor all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n(Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on\n\nNow we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\nAd Rock in the house you don't stop!\nIt's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\nDon't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\nBut listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\nYou heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\nGet on the mic if you love all the creatures\nWell yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\nBack in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\nCalled 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\nSmack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\nFirm on the mic since my days of a child\nGot a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\nThe only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\nBringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\nAyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\nStripped to the rhyme\nAnd every line made from scratch\nAttached like stripes to shell-toes\nThin spools that hold the herb\nMike what's the word? (WORD!)\nIt's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\nRhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\nParty people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\nAnd Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n(Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n(Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n(Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\nSo here's another dose for you to feel!\nPut ya body in it!\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\n\nI'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\nThis stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\nIt's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\nIf it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\nNow, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\nThe people in the back, they're not the whack whack\nThe people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\nAnd the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\nIn my VW I done swung an ep' or two\nThe rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\nHere to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\nSkiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\nWell I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\nFrom the middle school like the educated rapper\nI'm known as an occupational MC\nYou think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\nIt's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\nReachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\nMiraculous beats over breaks in these packages\nSeen (all over the globe) and all the types\nWho thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n(To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\nFrom two crews spittin' for the art of it\nWe ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\nStarted it ever since we minced meat\nYou Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\nStay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\nIn the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\nSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done\nSo come on party people\nHave (have) have (have) have fun!\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\n[00:04.33] You know we got a party man, get the other record!\n[00:06.84] (Here we go)\n[00:08.70] \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n[00:11.41] It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n[00:14.02] I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P\n[00:16.82] Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n[00:19.14] Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n[00:21.60] Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n[00:23.78] And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n[00:26.18] Now, it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n[00:28.95] The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n[00:31.30] I score Mma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n[00:35.13] We like four planets on the mic\n[00:37.05] Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n[00:39.37] Game (baby-baby) too blame for these lames\n[00:41.69] When I was nine, I played with slime\n[00:44.38] Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n[00:46.71] I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n[00:49.70] I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n[00:52.06] Yo, take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n[00:54.25] Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n[00:57.09] Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n[00:59.70] Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n[01:02.04] (Disc jock!) It be some classic material kid\n[01:04.60] (Disc jock!) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n[01:06.86] (Disc jock!) You get plush off the rack\n[01:09.20] And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n[01:11.87] (Disc jock!) Got us walkin' all over the world\n[01:14.30] For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n[01:16.65] (Disc jock!) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n[01:21.40] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[01:26.01] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[01:31.49] Come on\n[01:32.01] Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n[01:35.32] Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n[01:36.80] It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n[01:42.03] Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n[01:44.46] But listen Giuliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n[01:46.80] You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n[01:49.62] Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n[01:51.83] Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n[01:54.65] Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n[01:56.52] Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n[01:59.67] Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (ow!)\n[02:02.10] Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n[02:04.69] Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n[02:07.05] The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n[02:09.39] Bringin' \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n[02:11.90] Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n[02:14.26] Stripped to the rhyme\n[02:15.64] And every line made from scratch\n[02:17.15] Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n[02:18.95] Thin' spools that hold the herb\n[02:20.64] Mike what's the word? (Word!)\n[02:22.08] It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\n[02:24.94] Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\n[02:27.31] Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\n[02:29.67] And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n[02:32.23] (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n[02:34.62] (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) Holdin' mass appeal\n[02:37.24] (Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\n[02:39.77] So here's another dose for you to feel!\n[02:42.17] Put ya body in it!\n[02:42.69] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[02:47.08] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[02:51.92] Come on\n[02:52.82] I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n[02:55.09] This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n[02:57.58] It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n[03:00.41] If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n[03:02.80] Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n[03:05.36] The people in the back, they're not the whack, whack\n[03:07.73] The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n[03:10.26] And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n[03:12.82] In' my VW I done swung an EP or two\n[03:15.56] The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n[03:17.95] Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n[03:20.28] Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n[03:23.18] Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n[03:25.66] From the middle school like the educated rapper\n[03:28.27] I'm known as an occupational MC\n[03:30.37] You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n[03:33.33] It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (Rock!)\n[03:35.71] Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (eye!)\n[03:38.15] Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n[03:40.84] Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n[03:43.69] Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n[03:46.45] To clean out ya lobe and listen to a few views\n[03:49.09] From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n[03:51.42] We ain't takin' over but damn sure takin' part of it\n[03:53.59] Started it ever since we minced meat\n[03:55.13] You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n[03:57.78] Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n[04:00.46] In' the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n[04:03.03] Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n[04:05.27] So come on party people\n[04:06.97] Have (have) have (have) have fun (Let it go!) 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You can't get enough still\nSo here's another dose for you to feel!\nPut ya body in it!\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\n\nI'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\nThis stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\nIt's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\nIf it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\nNow, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\nThe people in the back, they're not the whack whack\nThe people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\nAnd the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\nIn my VW I done swung an ep' or two\nThe rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\nHere to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\nSkiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\nWell I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\nFrom the middle school like the educated rapper\nI'm known as an occupational MC\nYou think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\nIt's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\nReachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\nMiraculous beats over breaks in these packages\nSeen (all over the globe) and all the types\nWho thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n(To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\nFrom two crews spittin' for the art of it\nWe ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\nStarted it ever since we minced meat\nYou Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\nStay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\nIn the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\nSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done\nSo come on party people\nHave (have) have (have) have fun!\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Squat!\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: 'Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump'\n  duration_ms: 251249\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\n  You know we got a party man, get the other record!\n  (Here we go)\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\n  It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n  I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\n  Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n  Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\n  Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n  And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\n  Noooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n  The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\n  I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n  We like four planets on the mic\n  Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n  Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\n  When I was nine, I played with slime\n  Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n  I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n  I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\n  Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n  Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n  Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n  Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n  (Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n  (Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n  (Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\n  And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n  (Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\n  For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n  (Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on\n\n  Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n  Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n  It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n  Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n  But listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n  You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n  Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n  Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n  Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n  Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n  Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\n  Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n  Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n  The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n  Bringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n  Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n  Stripped to the rhyme\n  And every line made from scratch\n  Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n  Thin spools that hold the herb\n  Mike what's the word? (WORD!)\n  It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\n  Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\n  Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\n  And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n  (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n  (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n  (Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\n  So here's another dose for you to feel!\n  Put ya body in it!\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n\n  I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n  This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n  It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n  If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\n  Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n  The people in the back, they're not the whack whack\n  The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n  And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\n  In my VW I done swung an ep' or two\n  The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n  Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n  Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\n  Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n  From the middle school like the educated rapper\n  I'm known as an occupational MC\n  You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\n  It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\n  Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\n  Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n  Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n  Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n  (To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\n  From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n  We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\n  Started it ever since we minced meat\n  You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n  Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n  In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\n  Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n  So come on party people\n  Have (have) have (have) have fun!\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n"},{"id":19083092,"name":"Squat!","trackName":"Squat!","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Art Official Intelligence∶ Mosaic Thump","duration":251.866667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\nYou know we got a party man, get the other record!\n(Here we go)\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\nIt's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\nI'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\nTryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\nStayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\nTwo G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\nAnd Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\nNoooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\nThe guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\nI score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\nWe like four planets on the mic\nAligned arrays retired all in the days\nGame (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\nWhen I was nine, I played with slime\nGot rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\nI got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\nI got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\nYo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\nKeep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\nSpit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\nY'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n(Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n(Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n(Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\nAnd buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n(Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\nFor all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n(Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on\n\nNow we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\nAd Rock in the house you don't stop!\nIt's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\nDon't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\nBut listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\nYou heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\nGet on the mic if you love all the creatures\nWell yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\nBack in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\nCalled 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\nSmack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\nFirm on the mic since my days of a child\nGot a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\nThe only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\nBringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\nAyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\nStripped to the rhyme\nAnd every line made from scratch\nAttached like stripes to shell-toes\nThin spools that hold the herb\nMike what's the word? (WORD!)\nIt's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\nRhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\nParty people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\nAnd Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n(Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n(Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n(Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\nSo here's another dose for you to feel!\nPut ya body in it!\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\n\nI'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\nThis stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\nIt's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\nIf it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\nNow, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\nThe people in the back, they're not the whack whack\nThe people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\nAnd the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\nIn my VW I done swung an ep' or two\nThe rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\nHere to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\nSkiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\nWell I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\nFrom the middle school like the educated rapper\nI'm known as an occupational MC\nYou think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\nIt's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\nReachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\nMiraculous beats over breaks in these packages\nSeen (all over the globe) and all the types\nWho thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n(To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\nFrom two crews spittin' for the art of it\nWe ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\nStarted it ever since we minced meat\nYou Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\nStay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\nIn the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\nSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done\nSo come on party people\nHave (have) have (have) have fun!\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Squat!\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Art Official Intelligence∶ Mosaic Thump\n  duration_ms: 251867\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\n  You know we got a party man, get the other record!\n  (Here we go)\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\n  It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n  I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\n  Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n  Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\n  Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n  And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\n  Noooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n  The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\n  I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n  We like four planets on the mic\n  Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n  Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\n  When I was nine, I played with slime\n  Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n  I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n  I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\n  Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n  Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n  Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n  Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n  (Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n  (Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n  (Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\n  And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n  (Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\n  For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n  (Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on\n\n  Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n  Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n  It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n  Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n  But listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n  You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n  Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n  Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n  Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n  Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n  Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\n  Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n  Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n  The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n  Bringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n  Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n  Stripped to the rhyme\n  And every line made from scratch\n  Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n  Thin spools that hold the herb\n  Mike what's the word? (WORD!)\n  It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\n  Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\n  Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\n  And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n  (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n  (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n  (Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\n  So here's another dose for you to feel!\n  Put ya body in it!\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n\n  I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n  This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n  It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n  If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\n  Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n  The people in the back, they're not the whack whack\n  The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n  And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\n  In my VW I done swung an ep' or two\n  The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n  Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n  Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\n  Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n  From the middle school like the educated rapper\n  I'm known as an occupational MC\n  You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\n  It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\n  Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\n  Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n  Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n  Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n  (To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\n  From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n  We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\n  Started it ever since we minced meat\n  You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n  Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n  In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\n  Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n  So come on party people\n  Have (have) have (have) have fun!\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n"},{"id":20630545,"name":"Squat","trackName":"Squat","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"AOI - Mosaic Thump","duration":251.47475,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\nYou know we got a party man, get the other record!\n(Here we go)\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\nIt's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\nI'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\nTryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\nStayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\nTwo G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\nAnd Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\nNoooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\nThe guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\nI score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\nWe like four planets on the mic\nAligned arrays retired all in the days\nGame (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\nWhen I was nine, I played with slime\nGot rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\nI got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\nI got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\nYo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\nKeep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\nSpit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\nY'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n(Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n(Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n(Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\nAnd buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n(Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\nFor all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n(Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on\n\nNow we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\nAd Rock in the house you don't stop!\nIt's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\nDon't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\nBut listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\nYou heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\nGet on the mic if you love all the creatures\nWell yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\nBack in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\nCalled 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\nSmack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\nFirm on the mic since my days of a child\nGot a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\nThe only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\nBringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\nAyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\nStripped to the rhyme\nAnd every line made from scratch\nAttached like stripes to shell-toes\nThin spools that hold the herb\nMike what's the word? 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You can't get enough still\nSo here's another dose for you to feel!\nPut ya body in it!\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\n\nI'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\nThis stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\nIt's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\nIf it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\nNow, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\nThe people in the back, they're not the whack whack\nThe people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\nAnd the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\nIn my VW I done swung an ep' or two\nThe rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\nHere to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\nSkiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\nWell I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\nFrom the middle school like the educated rapper\nI'm known as an occupational MC\nYou think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\nIt's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\nReachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\nMiraculous beats over breaks in these packages\nSeen (all over the globe) and all the types\nWho thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n(To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\nFrom two crews spittin' for the art of it\nWe ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\nStarted it ever since we minced meat\nYou Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\nStay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\nIn the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\nSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done\nSo come on party people\nHave (have) have (have) have fun!\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Squat\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: AOI - Mosaic Thump\n  duration_ms: 251475\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\n  You know we got a party man, get the other record!\n  (Here we go)\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\n  It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n  I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\n  Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n  Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\n  Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n  And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\n  Noooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n  The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\n  I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n  We like four planets on the mic\n  Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n  Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\n  When I was nine, I played with slime\n  Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n  I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n  I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\n  Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n  Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n  Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n  Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n  (Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n  (Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n  (Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\n  And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n  (Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\n  For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n  (Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on\n\n  Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n  Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n  It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n  Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n  But listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n  You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n  Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n  Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n  Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n  Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n  Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\n  Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n  Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n  The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n  Bringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n  Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n  Stripped to the rhyme\n  And every line made from scratch\n  Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n  Thin spools that hold the herb\n  Mike what's the word? (WORD!)\n  It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\n  Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\n  Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\n  And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n  (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n  (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n  (Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\n  So here's another dose for you to feel!\n  Put ya body in it!\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n\n  I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n  This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n  It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n  If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\n  Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n  The people in the back, they're not the whack whack\n  The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n  And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\n  In my VW I done swung an ep' or two\n  The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n  Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n  Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\n  Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n  From the middle school like the educated rapper\n  I'm known as an occupational MC\n  You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\n  It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\n  Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\n  Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n  Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n  Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n  (To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\n  From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n  We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\n  Started it ever since we minced meat\n  You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n  Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n  In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\n  Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n  So come on party people\n  Have (have) have (have) have fun!\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n"},{"id":20785157,"name":"squat!","trackName":"squat!","artistName":"de la soul","albumName":"art official intelligence","duration":251.4633216,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\nYou know we got a party man, get the other record!\n(Here we go)\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\nIt's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\nI'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\nTryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\nStayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\nTwo G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\nAnd Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\nNoooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\nThe guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\nI score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\nWe like four planets on the mic\nAligned arrays retired all in the days\nGame (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\nWhen I was nine, I played with slime\nGot rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\nI got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\nI got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\nYo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\nKeep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\nSpit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\nY'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n(Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n(Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n(Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\nAnd buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n(Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\nFor all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n(Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on\n\nNow we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\nAd Rock in the house you don't stop!\nIt's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\nDon't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\nBut listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\nYou heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\nGet on the mic if you love all the creatures\nWell yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\nBack in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\nCalled 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\nSmack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\nFirm on the mic since my days of a child\nGot a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\nThe only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\nBringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\nAyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\nStripped to the rhyme\nAnd every line made from scratch\nAttached like stripes to shell-toes\nThin spools that hold the herb\nMike what's the word? (WORD!)\nIt's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\nRhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\nParty people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\nAnd Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n(Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n(Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n(Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\nSo here's another dose for you to feel!\nPut ya body in it!\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\n\nI'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\nThis stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\nIt's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\nIf it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\nNow, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\nThe people in the back, they're not the whack whack\nThe people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\nAnd the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\nIn my VW I done swung an ep' or two\nThe rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\nHere to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\nSkiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\nWell I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\nFrom the middle school like the educated rapper\nI'm known as an occupational MC\nYou think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\nIt's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\nReachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\nMiraculous beats over breaks in these packages\nSeen (all over the globe) and all the types\nWho thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n(To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\nFrom two crews spittin' for the art of it\nWe ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\nStarted it ever since we minced meat\nYou Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\nStay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\nIn the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\nSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done\nSo come on party people\nHave (have) have (have) have fun!\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: squat!\n  artist: de la soul\n  album: art official intelligence\n  duration_ms: 251463\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\n  You know we got a party man, get the other record!\n  (Here we go)\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\n  It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n  I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\n  Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n  Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\n  Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n  And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\n  Noooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n  The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\n  I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n  We like four planets on the mic\n  Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n  Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\n  When I was nine, I played with slime\n  Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n  I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n  I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\n  Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n  Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n  Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n  Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n  (Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n  (Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n  (Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\n  And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n  (Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\n  For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n  (Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on\n\n  Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n  Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n  It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n  Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n  But listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n  You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n  Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n  Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n  Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n  Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n  Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\n  Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n  Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n  The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n  Bringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n  Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n  Stripped to the rhyme\n  And every line made from scratch\n  Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n  Thin spools that hold the herb\n  Mike what's the word? 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You can't get enough still\n  So here's another dose for you to feel!\n  Put ya body in it!\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n\n  I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n  This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n  It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n  If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\n  Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n  The people in the back, they're not the whack whack\n  The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n  And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\n  In my VW I done swung an ep' or two\n  The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n  Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n  Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\n  Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n  From the middle school like the educated rapper\n  I'm known as an occupational MC\n  You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\n  It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\n  Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\n  Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n  Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n  Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n  (To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\n  From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n  We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\n  Started it ever since we minced meat\n  You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n  Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n  In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\n  Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n  So come on party people\n  Have (have) have (have) have fun!\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n"},{"id":12977788,"name":"Squat!","trackName":"Squat!","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Art Official Intelligence∶ Mosaic Thump","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\nYou know we got a party man, get the other record!\n(Here we go)\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\nIt's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\nI'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\nTryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\nStayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\nTwo G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\nAnd Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\nNoooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\nThe guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\nI score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\nWe like four planets on the mic\nAligned arrays retired all in the days\nGame (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\nWhen I was nine, I played with slime\nGot rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\nI got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\nI got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\nYo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\nKeep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\nSpit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\nY'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n(Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n(Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n(Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\nAnd buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n(Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\nFor all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n(Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on\n\nNow we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\nAd Rock in the house you don't stop!\nIt's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\nDon't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\nBut listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\nYou heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\nGet on the mic if you love all the creatures\nWell yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\nBack in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\nCalled 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\nSmack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\nFirm on the mic since my days of a child\nGot a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\nThe only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\nBringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\nAyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\nStripped to the rhyme\nAnd every line made from scratch\nAttached like stripes to shell-toes\nThin spools that hold the herb\nMike what's the word? (WORD!)\nIt's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\nRhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\nParty people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\nAnd Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n(Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n(Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n(Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\nSo here's another dose for you to feel!\nPut ya body in it!\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\n\nI'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\nThis stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\nIt's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\nIf it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\nNow, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\nThe people in the back, they're not the whack whack\nThe people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\nAnd the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\nIn my VW I done swung an ep' or two\nThe rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\nHere to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\nSkiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\nWell I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\nFrom the middle school like the educated rapper\nI'm known as an occupational MC\nYou think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\nIt's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\nReachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\nMiraculous beats over breaks in these packages\nSeen (all over the globe) and all the types\nWho thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n(to clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\nFrom two crews spittin' for the art of it\nWe ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\nStarted it ever since we minced meat\nYou Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\nStay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\nIn the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\nSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done\nSo come on party people\nHave (have) have (have) have fun!\n\"(Let it go!) 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Just one more time!\"\n[00:11.41] It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n[00:14.02] I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P\n[00:16.82] Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n[00:19.14] Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n[00:21.60] Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n[00:23.78] And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n[00:26.18] Now, it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n[00:28.95] The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n[00:31.30] I score Mma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n[00:35.13] We like four planets on the mic\n[00:37.05] Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n[00:39.37] Game (baby-baby) too blame for these lames\n[00:41.69] When I was nine, I played with slime\n[00:44.38] Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n[00:46.71] I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n[00:49.70] I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n[00:52.06] Yo, take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n[00:54.25] Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n[00:57.09] Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n[00:59.70] Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n[01:02.04] (Disc jock!) It be some classic material kid\n[01:04.60] (Disc jock!) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n[01:06.86] (Disc jock!) You get plush off the rack\n[01:09.20] And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n[01:11.87] (Disc jock!) Got us walkin' all over the world\n[01:14.30] For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n[01:16.65] (Disc jock!) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n[01:21.40] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[01:26.01] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[01:31.49] Come on\n[01:32.01] Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n[01:35.32] Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n[01:36.80] It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n[01:42.03] Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n[01:44.46] But listen Giuliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n[01:46.80] You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n[01:49.62] Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n[01:51.83] Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n[01:54.65] Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n[01:56.52] Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n[01:59.67] Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (ow!)\n[02:02.10] Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n[02:04.69] Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n[02:07.05] The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n[02:09.39] Bringin' \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n[02:11.90] Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n[02:14.26] Stripped to the rhyme\n[02:15.64] And every line made from scratch\n[02:17.15] Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n[02:18.95] Thin' spools that hold the herb\n[02:20.64] Mike what's the word? (Word!)\n[02:22.08] It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\n[02:24.94] Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\n[02:27.31] Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\n[02:29.67] And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n[02:32.23] (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n[02:34.62] (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) Holdin' mass appeal\n[02:37.24] (Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\n[02:39.77] So here's another dose for you to feel!\n[02:42.17] Put ya body in it!\n[02:42.69] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[02:47.08] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[02:51.92] Come on\n[02:52.82] I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n[02:55.09] This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n[02:57.58] It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n[03:00.41] If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n[03:02.80] Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n[03:05.36] The people in the back, they're not the whack, whack\n[03:07.73] The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n[03:10.26] And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n[03:12.82] In' my VW I done swung an EP or two\n[03:15.56] The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n[03:17.95] Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n[03:20.28] Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n[03:23.18] Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n[03:25.66] From the middle school like the educated rapper\n[03:28.27] I'm known as an occupational MC\n[03:30.37] You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n[03:33.33] It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (Rock!)\n[03:35.71] Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (eye!)\n[03:38.15] Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n[03:40.84] Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n[03:43.69] Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n[03:46.45] To clean out ya lobe and listen to a few views\n[03:49.09] From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n[03:51.42] We ain't takin' over but damn sure takin' part of it\n[03:53.59] Started it ever since we minced meat\n[03:55.13] You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n[03:57.78] Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n[04:00.46] In' the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n[04:03.03] Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n[04:05.27] So come on party people\n[04:06.97] Have (have) have (have) have fun (Let it go!) 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You can't get enough still\nSo here's another dose for you to feel!\nPut ya body in it!\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\n\nI'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\nThis stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\nIt's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\nIf it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\nNow, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\nThe people in the back, they're not the whack whack\nThe people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\nAnd the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\nIn my VW I done swung an ep' or two\nThe rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\nHere to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\nSkiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\nWell I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\nFrom the middle school like the educated rapper\nI'm known as an occupational MC\nYou think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\nIt's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\nReachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\nMiraculous beats over breaks in these packages\nSeen (all over the globe) and all the types\nWho thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n(To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\nFrom two crews spittin' for the art of it\nWe ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\nStarted it ever since we minced meat\nYou Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\nStay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\nIn the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\nSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done\nSo come on party people\nHave (have) have (have) have fun!\n\"(Let it go!) 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Just one more time!\"\n[00:11.41] It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n[00:14.02] I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P\n[00:16.82] Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n[00:19.14] Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n[00:21.60] Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n[00:23.78] And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n[00:26.18] Now, it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n[00:28.95] The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n[00:31.30] I score Mma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n[00:35.13] We like four planets on the mic\n[00:37.05] Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n[00:39.37] Game (baby-baby) too blame for these lames\n[00:41.69] When I was nine, I played with slime\n[00:44.38] Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n[00:46.71] I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n[00:49.70] I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n[00:52.06] Yo, take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n[00:54.25] Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n[00:57.09] Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n[00:59.70] Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n[01:02.04] (Disc jock!) It be some classic material kid\n[01:04.60] (Disc jock!) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n[01:06.86] (Disc jock!) You get plush off the rack\n[01:09.20] And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n[01:11.87] (Disc jock!) Got us walkin' all over the world\n[01:14.30] For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n[01:16.65] (Disc jock!) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n[01:21.40] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[01:26.01] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[01:31.49] Come on\n[01:32.01] Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n[01:35.32] Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n[01:36.80] It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n[01:42.03] Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n[01:44.46] But listen Giuliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n[01:46.80] You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n[01:49.62] Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n[01:51.83] Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n[01:54.65] Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n[01:56.52] Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n[01:59.67] Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (ow!)\n[02:02.10] Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n[02:04.69] Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n[02:07.05] The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n[02:09.39] Bringin' \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n[02:11.90] Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n[02:14.26] Stripped to the rhyme\n[02:15.64] And every line made from scratch\n[02:17.15] Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n[02:18.95] Thin' spools that hold the herb\n[02:20.64] Mike what's the word? 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Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n(Disc jock!) You get plush off the rack\nAnd buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n(Disc jock!) Got us walkin' all over the world\nFor all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n(Disc jock!) 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You can't get enough when we servin' this\n[01:21.40] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[01:26.01] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[01:31.49] Come on\n[01:32.01] Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n[01:35.32] Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n[01:36.80] It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n[01:42.03] Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n[01:44.46] But listen Giuliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n[01:46.80] You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n[01:49.62] Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n[01:51.83] Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n[01:54.65] Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n[01:56.52] Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n[01:59.67] Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (ow!)\n[02:02.10] Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n[02:04.69] Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n[02:07.05] The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n[02:09.39] Bringin' \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n[02:11.90] Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n[02:14.26] Stripped to the rhyme\n[02:15.64] And every line made from scratch\n[02:17.15] Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n[02:18.95] Thin' spools that hold the herb\n[02:20.64] Mike what's the word? (Word!)\n[02:22.08] It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\n[02:24.94] Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\n[02:27.31] Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\n[02:29.67] And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n[02:32.23] (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n[02:34.62] (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) Holdin' mass appeal\n[02:37.24] (Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\n[02:39.77] So here's another dose for you to feel!\n[02:42.17] Put ya body in it!\n[02:42.69] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[02:47.08] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[02:51.92] Come on\n[02:52.82] I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n[02:55.09] This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n[02:57.58] It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n[03:00.41] If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n[03:02.80] Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n[03:05.36] The people in the back, they're not the whack, whack\n[03:07.73] The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n[03:10.26] And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n[03:12.82] In' my VW I done swung an EP or two\n[03:15.56] The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n[03:17.95] Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n[03:20.28] Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n[03:23.18] Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n[03:25.66] From the middle school like the educated rapper\n[03:28.27] I'm known as an occupational MC\n[03:30.37] You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n[03:33.33] It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (Rock!)\n[03:35.71] Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (eye!)\n[03:38.15] Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n[03:40.84] Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n[03:43.69] Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n[03:46.45] To clean out ya lobe and listen to a few views\n[03:49.09] From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n[03:51.42] We ain't takin' over but damn sure takin' part of it\n[03:53.59] Started it ever since we minced meat\n[03:55.13] You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n[03:57.78] Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n[04:00.46] In' the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n[04:03.03] Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n[04:05.27] So come on party people\n[04:06.97] Have (have) have (have) have fun (Let it go!) 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It be some classic material kid\n  (Disc jock!) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n  (Disc jock!) You get plush off the rack\n  And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n  (Disc jock!) Got us walkin' all over the world\n  For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n  (Disc jock!) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\n  Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n  Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n  Come on\n\n  Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n  Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n  It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n  Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n\n  But listen Giuliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n  You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n  Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n  Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n\n  Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n  Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n  Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (ow!)\n  Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n\n  Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n  The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n  Bringin' \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n  Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n\n  Stripped to the rhyme\n  And every line made from scratch\n  Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n  Thin' spools that hold the herb\n\n  Mike what's the word? 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Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n(Disc jock!) You get plush off the rack\nAnd buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n(Disc jock!) Got us walkin' all over the world\nFor all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n(Disc jock!) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\nCome on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\nCome on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\nCome on\n\nNow we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\nAd Rock in the house you don't stop!\nIt's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\nDon't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n\nBut listen Giuliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\nYou heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\nGet on the mic if you love all the creatures\nWell yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n\nBack in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\nCalled 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\nSmack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (ow!)\nFirm on the mic since my days of a child\n\nGot a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\nThe only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\nBringin' \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\nAyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n\nStripped to the rhyme\nAnd every line made from scratch\nAttached like stripes to shell-toes\nThin' spools that hold the herb\n\nMike what's the word? 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You can't get enough still\nSo here's another dose for you to feel!\nPut ya body in it!\n\nCome on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\nCome on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\nCome on\n\nI'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\nThis stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\nIt's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\nIf it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\nNow, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\nThe people in the back, they're not the whack, whack\nThe people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\nAnd the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\nIn' my VW I done swung an EP or two\nThe rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\nHere to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\nSkiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\nWell I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\nFrom the middle school like the educated rapper\nI'm known as an occupational MC\nYou think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\nIt's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (Rock!)\nReachin' elevations too far for the eye (eye!)\nMiraculous beats over breaks in these packages\nSeen (all over the globe) and all the types\n\nWho thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\nTo clean out ya lobe and listen to a few views\nFrom two crews spittin' for the art of it\nWe ain't takin' over but damn sure takin' part of it\n\nStarted it ever since we minced meat\nYou Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\nStay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\nIn' the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\nSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done\nSo come on party people\nHave (have) have (have) have fun (Let it go!) 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Just one more time!\"\n[00:11.41]It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n[00:14.02]I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P\n[00:16.82]Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n[00:19.14]Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n[00:21.60]Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n[00:23.78]And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n[00:26.18]Now, it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n[00:28.95]The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n[00:31.30]I score Mma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n[00:35.13]We like four planets on the mic\n[00:37.05]Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n[00:39.37]Game (baby-baby) too blame for these lames\n[00:41.69]When I was nine, I played with slime\n[00:44.38]Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n[00:46.71]I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n[00:49.70]I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n[00:52.06]Yo, take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n[00:54.25]Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n[00:57.09]Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n[00:59.70]Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n[01:02.04](Disc jock!) It be some classic material kid\n[01:04.60](Disc jock!) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n[01:06.86](Disc jock!) You get plush off the rack\n[01:09.20]And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n[01:11.87](Disc jock!) Got us walkin' all over the world\n[01:14.30]For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n[01:16.65](Disc jock!) 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(Word!)\n[02:22.08]It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\n[02:24.94]Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\n[02:27.31]Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\n[02:29.67]And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n[02:32.23](Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n[02:34.62](Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) Holdin' mass appeal\n[02:37.24](Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\n[02:39.77]So here's another dose for you to feel!\n[02:42.17]Put ya body in it!\n[02:42.69]Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[02:47.08]Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[02:51.92]Come on\n[02:52.82]I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n[02:55.09]This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n[02:57.58]It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n[03:00.41]If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n[03:02.80]Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n[03:05.36]The people in the back, they're not the whack, whack\n[03:07.73]The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n[03:10.26]And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n[03:12.82]In' my VW I done swung an EP or two\n[03:15.56]The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n[03:17.95]Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n[03:20.28]Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n[03:23.18]Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n[03:25.66]From the middle school like the educated rapper\n[03:28.27]I'm known as an occupational MC\n[03:30.37]You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n[03:33.33]It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (Rock!)\n[03:35.71]Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (eye!)\n[03:38.15]Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n[03:40.84]Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n[03:43.69]Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n[03:46.45]To clean out ya lobe and listen to a few views\n[03:49.09]From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n[03:51.42]We ain't takin' over but damn sure takin' part of it\n[03:53.59]Started it ever since we minced meat\n[03:55.13]You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n[03:57.78]Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n[04:00.46]In' the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n[04:03.03]Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n[04:05.27]So come on party people\n[04:06.97]Have (have) have (have) have fun (Let it go!) 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You can't get enough still\n[02:39.77] So here's another dose for you to feel!\n[02:42.17] Put ya body in it!\n[02:42.69] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[02:47.08] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[02:51.92] Come on\n[02:52.82] I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n[02:55.09] This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n[02:57.58] It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n[03:00.41] If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n[03:02.80] Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n[03:05.36] The people in the back, they're not the whack, whack\n[03:07.73] The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n[03:10.26] And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n[03:12.82] In' my VW I done swung an EP or two\n[03:15.56] The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n[03:17.95] Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n[03:20.28] Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n[03:23.18] Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n[03:25.66] From the middle school like the educated rapper\n[03:28.27] I'm known as an occupational MC\n[03:30.37] You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n[03:33.33] It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (Rock!)\n[03:35.71] Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (eye!)\n[03:38.15] Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n[03:40.84] Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n[03:43.69] Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n[03:46.45] To clean out ya lobe and listen to a few views\n[03:49.09] From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n[03:51.42] We ain't takin' over but damn sure takin' part of it\n[03:53.59] Started it ever since we minced meat\n[03:55.13] You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n[03:57.78] Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n[04:00.46] In' the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n[04:03.03] Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n[04:05.27] So come on party people\n[04:06.97] Have (have) have (have) have fun (Let it go!) 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Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n(Disc jock!) You get plush off the rack\nAnd buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n(Disc jock!) Got us walkin' all over the world\nFor all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n(Disc jock!) 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You can't get enough still\n  So here's another dose for you to feel!\n  Put ya body in it!\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n\n  I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n  This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n  It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n  If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\n  Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n  The people in the back, they're not the whack whack\n  The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n  And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\n  In my VW I done swung an ep' or two\n  The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n  Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n  Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\n  Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n  From the middle school like the educated rapper\n  I'm known as an occupational MC\n  You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\n  It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\n  Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\n  Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n  Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n  Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n  (To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\n  From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n  We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\n  Started it ever since we minced meat\n  You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n  Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n  In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\n  Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n  So come on party people\n  Have (have) have (have) have fun!\n  \"(Let it go!) 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Just one more time!\"\n\nIt's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\nI'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\nTryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\nStayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\nTwo G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\nAnd Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\nNoooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\nThe guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\nI score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\nWe like four planets on the mic\nAligned arrays retired all in the days\nGame (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\nWhen I was nine, I played with slime\nGot rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\nI got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\nI got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\nYo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\nKeep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\nSpit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\nY'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n(Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n(Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n(Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\nAnd buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n(Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\nFor all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n(Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on\n\nNow we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\nAd Rock in the house you don't stop!\nIt's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\nDon't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\nBut listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\nYou heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\nGet on the mic if you love all the creatures\nWell yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\nBack in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\nCalled 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\nSmack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\nFirm on the mic since my days of a child\nGot a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\nThe only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\nBringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\nAyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\nStripped to the rhyme\nAnd every line made from scratch\nAttached like stripes to shell-toes\nThin spools that hold the herb\nMike what's the word? (WORD!)\nIt's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\nRhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\nParty people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\nAnd Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n(Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n(Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n(Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\nSo here's another dose for you to feel!\nPut ya body in it!\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\n\nI'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\nThis stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\nIt's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\nIf it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\nNow, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\nThe people in the back, they're not the whack whack\nThe people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\nAnd the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\nIn my VW I done swung an ep' or two\nThe rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\nHere to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\nSkiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\nWell I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\nFrom the middle school like the educated rapper\nI'm known as an occupational MC\nYou think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\nIt's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\nReachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\nMiraculous beats over breaks in these packages\nSeen (all over the globe) and all the types\nWho thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n(To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\nFrom two crews spittin' for the art of it\nWe ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\nStarted it ever since we minced meat\nYou Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\nStay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\nIn the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\nSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done\nSo come on party people\nHave (have) have (have) have fun!\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Squat!\n  artist: De La Soul feat. Mike D & Ad-Rock\n  album: 'Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump'\n  duration_ms: 251463\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\n  You know we got a party man, get the other record!\n  (Here we go)\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\n  It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n  I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\n  Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n  Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\n  Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n  And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\n  Noooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n  The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\n  I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n  We like four planets on the mic\n  Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n  Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\n  When I was nine, I played with slime\n  Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n  I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n  I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\n  Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n  Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n  Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n  Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n  (Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n  (Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n  (Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\n  And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n  (Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\n  For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n  (Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on\n\n  Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n  Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n  It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n  Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n  But listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n  You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n  Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n  Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n  Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n  Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n  Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\n  Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n  Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n  The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n  Bringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n  Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n  Stripped to the rhyme\n  And every line made from scratch\n  Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n  Thin spools that hold the herb\n  Mike what's the word? (WORD!)\n  It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\n  Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\n  Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\n  And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n  (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n  (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n  (Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\n  So here's another dose for you to feel!\n  Put ya body in it!\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n\n  I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n  This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n  It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n  If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\n  Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n  The people in the back, they're not the whack whack\n  The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n  And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\n  In my VW I done swung an ep' or two\n  The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n  Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n  Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\n  Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n  From the middle school like the educated rapper\n  I'm known as an occupational MC\n  You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\n  It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\n  Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\n  Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n  Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n  Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n  (To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\n  From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n  We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\n  Started it ever since we minced meat\n  You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n  Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n  In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\n  Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n  So come on party people\n  Have (have) have (have) have fun!\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n"},{"id":18173188,"name":"Squat! ft. Mike D, Adrock","trackName":"Squat! ft. Mike D, Adrock","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Art Official Intelligence Mosaic Thump","duration":254.746112,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\nYou know we got a party man, get the other record!\n(Here we go)\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\nIt's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\nI'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\nTryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\nStayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\nTwo G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\nAnd Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\nNoooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\nThe guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\nI score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\nWe like four planets on the mic\nAligned arrays retired all in the days\nGame (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\nWhen I was nine, I played with slime\nGot rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\nI got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\nI got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\nYo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\nKeep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\nSpit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\nY'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n(Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n(Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n(Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\nAnd buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n(Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\nFor all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n(Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on\n\nNow we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\nAd Rock in the house you don't stop!\nIt's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\nDon't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\nBut listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\nYou heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\nGet on the mic if you love all the creatures\nWell yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\nBack in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\nCalled 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\nSmack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\nFirm on the mic since my days of a child\nGot a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\nThe only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\nBringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\nAyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\nStripped to the rhyme\nAnd every line made from scratch\nAttached like stripes to shell-toes\nThin spools that hold the herb\nMike what's the word? (WORD!)\nIt's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\nRhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\nParty people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\nAnd Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n(Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n(Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n(Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\nSo here's another dose for you to feel!\nPut ya body in it!\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\n\nI'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\nThis stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\nIt's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\nIf it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\nNow, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\nThe people in the back, they're not the whack whack\nThe people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\nAnd the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\nIn my VW I done swung an ep' or two\nThe rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\nHere to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\nSkiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\nWell I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\nFrom the middle school like the educated rapper\nI'm known as an occupational MC\nYou think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\nIt's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\nReachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\nMiraculous beats over breaks in these packages\nSeen (all over the globe) and all the types\nWho thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n(to clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\nFrom two crews spittin' for the art of it\nWe ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\nStarted it ever since we minced meat\nYou Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\nStay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\nIn the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\nSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done\nSo come on party people\nHave (have) have (have) have fun!\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Squat! ft. Mike D, Adrock\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Art Official Intelligence Mosaic Thump\n  duration_ms: 254746\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\n  You know we got a party man, get the other record!\n  (Here we go)\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\n  It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n  I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\n  Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n  Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\n  Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n  And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\n  Noooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n  The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\n  I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n  We like four planets on the mic\n  Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n  Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\n  When I was nine, I played with slime\n  Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n  I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n  I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\n  Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n  Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n  Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n  Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n  (Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n  (Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n  (Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\n  And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n  (Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\n  For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n  (Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on\n\n  Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n  Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n  It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n  Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n  But listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n  You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n  Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n  Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n  Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n  Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n  Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\n  Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n  Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n  The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n  Bringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n  Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n  Stripped to the rhyme\n  And every line made from scratch\n  Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n  Thin spools that hold the herb\n  Mike what's the word? 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You can't get enough still\n  So here's another dose for you to feel!\n  Put ya body in it!\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n\n  I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n  This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n  It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n  If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\n  Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n  The people in the back, they're not the whack whack\n  The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n  And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\n  In my VW I done swung an ep' or two\n  The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n  Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n  Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\n  Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n  From the middle school like the educated rapper\n  I'm known as an occupational MC\n  You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\n  It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\n  Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\n  Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n  Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n  Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n  (to clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\n  From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n  We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\n  Started it ever since we minced meat\n  You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n  Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n  In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\n  Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n  So come on party people\n  Have (have) have (have) have fun!\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n"},{"id":6299088,"name":"Squat! (feat. Mike D & Ad Rock)","trackName":"Squat! (feat. Mike D & Ad Rock)","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\nYou know we got a party man, get the other record!\n(Here we go)\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\nIt's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\nI'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\nTryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\nStayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\nTwo G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\nAnd Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\nNoooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\nThe guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\nI score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\nWe like four planets on the mic\nAligned arrays retired all in the days\nGame (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\nWhen I was nine, I played with slime\nGot rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\nI got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\nI got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\nYo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\nKeep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\nSpit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\nY'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n(Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n(Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n(Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\nAnd buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n(Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\nFor all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n(Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on\n\nNow we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\nAd Rock in the house you don't stop!\nIt's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\nDon't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\nBut listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\nYou heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\nGet on the mic if you love all the creatures\nWell yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\nBack in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\nCalled 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\nSmack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\nFirm on the mic since my days of a child\nGot a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\nThe only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\nBringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\nAyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\nStripped to the rhyme\nAnd every line made from scratch\nAttached like stripes to shell-toes\nThin spools that hold the herb\nMike what's the word? 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You can't get enough still\nSo here's another dose for you to feel!\nPut ya body in it!\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\n\nI'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\nThis stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\nIt's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\nIf it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\nNow, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\nThe people in the back, they're not the whack whack\nThe people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\nAnd the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\nIn my VW I done swung an ep' or two\nThe rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\nHere to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\nSkiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\nWell I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\nFrom the middle school like the educated rapper\nI'm known as an occupational MC\nYou think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\nIt's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\nReachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\nMiraculous beats over breaks in these packages\nSeen (all over the globe) and all the types\nWho thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n(To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\nFrom two crews spittin' for the art of it\nWe ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\nStarted it ever since we minced meat\nYou Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\nStay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\nIn the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\nSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done\nSo come on party people\nHave (have) have (have) have fun!\n\"(Let it go!) 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Just one more time!\"\n[00:11.41] It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n[00:14.02] I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P\n[00:16.82] Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n[00:19.14] Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n[00:21.60] Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n[00:23.78] And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n[00:26.18] Now, it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n[00:28.95] The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n[00:31.30] I score Mma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n[00:35.13] We like four planets on the mic\n[00:37.05] Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n[00:39.37] Game (baby-baby) too blame for these lames\n[00:41.69] When I was nine, I played with slime\n[00:44.38] Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n[00:46.71] I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n[00:49.70] I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n[00:52.06] Yo, take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n[00:54.25] Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n[00:57.09] Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n[00:59.70] Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n[01:02.04] (Disc jock!) It be some classic material kid\n[01:04.60] (Disc jock!) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n[01:06.86] (Disc jock!) You get plush off the rack\n[01:09.20] And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n[01:11.87] (Disc jock!) Got us walkin' all over the world\n[01:14.30] For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n[01:16.65] (Disc jock!) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n[01:21.40] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[01:26.01] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[01:31.49] Come on\n[01:32.01] Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n[01:35.32] Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n[01:36.80] It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n[01:42.03] Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n[01:44.46] But listen Giuliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n[01:46.80] You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n[01:49.62] Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n[01:51.83] Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n[01:54.65] Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n[01:56.52] Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n[01:59.67] Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (ow!)\n[02:02.10] Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n[02:04.69] Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n[02:07.05] The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n[02:09.39] Bringin' \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n[02:11.90] Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n[02:14.26] Stripped to the rhyme\n[02:15.64] And every line made from scratch\n[02:17.15] Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n[02:18.95] Thin' spools that hold the herb\n[02:20.64] Mike what's the word? (Word!)\n[02:22.08] It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\n[02:24.94] Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\n[02:27.31] Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\n[02:29.67] And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n[02:32.23] (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n[02:34.62] (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) Holdin' mass appeal\n[02:37.24] (Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\n[02:39.77] So here's another dose for you to feel!\n[02:42.17] Put ya body in it!\n[02:42.69] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[02:47.08] Come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat, come on, squat\n[02:51.92] Come on\n[02:52.82] I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n[02:55.09] This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n[02:57.58] It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n[03:00.41] If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n[03:02.80] Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n[03:05.36] The people in the back, they're not the whack, whack\n[03:07.73] The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n[03:10.26] And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n[03:12.82] In' my VW I done swung an EP or two\n[03:15.56] The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n[03:17.95] Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n[03:20.28] Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n[03:23.18] Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n[03:25.66] From the middle school like the educated rapper\n[03:28.27] I'm known as an occupational MC\n[03:30.37] You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n[03:33.33] It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (Rock!)\n[03:35.71] Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (eye!)\n[03:38.15] Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n[03:40.84] Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n[03:43.69] Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n[03:46.45] To clean out ya lobe and listen to a few views\n[03:49.09] From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n[03:51.42] We ain't takin' over but damn sure takin' part of it\n[03:53.59] Started it ever since we minced meat\n[03:55.13] You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n[03:57.78] Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n[04:00.46] In' the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n[04:03.03] Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n[04:05.27] So come on party people\n[04:06.97] Have (have) have (have) have fun (Let it go!) 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Just one more time!\"\n  start_ms: 246970\n  end_ms: 253950\nplain: |-\n  Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\n  You know we got a party man, get the other record!\n  (Here we go)\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\n  It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n  I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\n  Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n  Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\n  Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n  And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\n  Noooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n  The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\n  I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n  We like four planets on the mic\n  Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n  Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\n  When I was nine, I played with slime\n  Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n  I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n  I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\n  Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n  Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n  Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n  Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n  (Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n  (Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n  (Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\n  And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n  (Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\n  For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n  (Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on\n\n  Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n  Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n  It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n  Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n  But listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n  You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n  Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n  Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n  Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n  Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n  Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\n  Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n  Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n  The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n  Bringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n  Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n  Stripped to the rhyme\n  And every line made from scratch\n  Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n  Thin spools that hold the herb\n  Mike what's the word? (WORD!)\n  It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\n  Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\n  Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\n  And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n  (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n  (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n  (Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\n  So here's another dose for you to feel!\n  Put ya body in it!\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n\n  I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n  This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n  It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n  If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\n  Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n  The people in the back, they're not the whack whack\n  The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n  And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\n  In my VW I done swung an ep' or two\n  The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n  Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n  Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\n  Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n  From the middle school like the educated rapper\n  I'm known as an occupational MC\n  You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\n  It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\n  Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\n  Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n  Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n  Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n  (To clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\n  From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n  We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\n  Started it ever since we minced meat\n  You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n  Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n  In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\n  Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n  So come on party people\n  Have (have) have (have) have fun!\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n"},{"id":17017099,"name":"Squat! (Ft. Mike D & Ad Rock)","trackName":"Squat! (Ft. Mike D & Ad Rock)","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump","duration":254.772245,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\nYou know we got a party man, get the other record!\n(Here we go)\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\nIt's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\nI'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\nTryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\nStayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\nTwo G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\nAnd Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\nNoooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\nThe guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\nI score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\nWe like four planets on the mic\nAligned arrays retired all in the days\nGame (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\nWhen I was nine, I played with slime\nGot rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\nI got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\nI got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\nYo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\nKeep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\nSpit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\nY'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n(Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n(Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n(Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\nAnd buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n(Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\nFor all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n(Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on\n\nNow we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\nAd Rock in the house you don't stop!\nIt's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\nDon't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\nBut listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\nYou heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\nGet on the mic if you love all the creatures\nWell yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\nBack in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\nCalled 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\nSmack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\nFirm on the mic since my days of a child\nGot a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\nThe only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\nBringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\nAyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\nStripped to the rhyme\nAnd every line made from scratch\nAttached like stripes to shell-toes\nThin spools that hold the herb\nMike what's the word? (WORD!)\nIt's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\nRhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\nParty people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\nAnd Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n(Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n(Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n(Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\nSo here's another dose for you to feel!\nPut ya body in it!\n\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\nCome on, squat\n\nI'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\nThis stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\nIt's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\nIf it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\nNow, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\nThe people in the back, they're not the whack whack\nThe people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\nAnd the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\nIn my VW I done swung an ep' or two\nThe rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\nHere to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\nSkiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\nWell I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\nFrom the middle school like the educated rapper\nI'm known as an occupational MC\nYou think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\nIt's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\nReachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\nMiraculous beats over breaks in these packages\nSeen (all over the globe) and all the types\nWho thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n(to clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\nFrom two crews spittin' for the art of it\nWe ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\nStarted it ever since we minced meat\nYou Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\nStay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\nIn the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\nSignin' off, signin' off, our work is done\nSo come on party people\nHave (have) have (have) have fun!\n\"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Squat! (Ft. Mike D & Ad Rock)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: 'Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump'\n  duration_ms: 254772\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?\n  You know we got a party man, get the other record!\n  (Here we go)\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n\n  It's the M-I-K, E ooh to the D\n  I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.\n  Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree\n  Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G\n\n  Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas\n  And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop\n\n  Noooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me?\n  The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV\n\n  I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide\n  We like four planets on the mic\n  Aligned arrays retired all in the days\n  Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames\n\n  When I was nine, I played with slime\n  Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes\n  I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung\n  I got my own crew called the nasal tongues!\n\n  Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)\n  Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies\n  Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box\n  Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix\n\n  (Disc jock) It be some classic material kid\n  (Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin' their lid\n  (Disc jock) You get plush off the rack\n  And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack\n  (Disc jock) Got us walkin' all over the world\n  For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls\n  (Disc jock) You can't get enough when we servin' this\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on\n\n  Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock\n  Ad Rock in the house you don't stop!\n  It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse\n  Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass\n  But listen Giuiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)\n  You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher\n  Get on the mic if you love all the creatures\n  Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my barracuda\n  Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter\n  Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level, and\n  Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)\n  Firm on the mic since my days of a child\n  Got a \"License To Ill\" to flash to police\n  The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys\n  Bringin \"Noise\" like P.E. to your TV\n  Ayo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed\n  Stripped to the rhyme\n  And every line made from scratch\n  Attached like stripes to shell-toes\n  Thin spools that hold the herb\n  Mike what's the word? (WORD!)\n  It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la\n  Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardi Gras\n  Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh\n  And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La\n\n  (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin' for real\n  (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin' mass appeal\n  (Disc jock!) You can't get enough still\n  So here's another dose for you to feel!\n  Put ya body in it!\n\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n  Come on, squat\n\n  I'm feelin' good, damn good, but also confused\n  This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused\n  It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson\n  If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'\n\n  Now, the people in the front, you do the bump bump\n  The people in the back, they're not the whack whack\n  The people in the middle, come on and wiggle wiggle\n  And the people on the side, we can all take a ride!\n\n  In my VW I done swung an ep' or two\n  The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that\n  Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls\n  Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock\n\n  Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper\n  From the middle school like the educated rapper\n  I'm known as an occupational MC\n  You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?!\n\n  It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!)\n  Reachin' elevations too far for the eye (EYE!)\n  Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages\n  Seen (all over the globe) and all the types\n  Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear\n  (to clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views\n  From two crews spittin' for the art of it\n  We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it)\n  Started it ever since we minced meat\n  You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog\n  Stay there, I'ma play there ('cause they pay there)\n  In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out\n\n  Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done\n  So come on party people\n  Have (have) have (have) have fun!\n  \"(Let it go!) Just one more time!\"\n"}]