[{"id":23740664,"name":"The Bizness (feat. Common)","trackName":"The Bizness (feat. Common)","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"The Best Of De La Soul","duration":342.867025,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness (feat. Common)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: The Best Of De La Soul\n  duration_ms: 342867\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":18855581,"name":"The Bizness (feat. Common)","trackName":"The Bizness (feat. Common)","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"The Best Of De La Soul (Limited Edition)","duration":342.866875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness (feat. Common)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: The Best Of De La Soul (Limited Edition)\n  duration_ms: 342867\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":26245030,"name":"The Bizness (feat. Common)","trackName":"The Bizness (feat. Common)","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"The Best of De La Soul [Disc 2]","duration":342.773333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness (feat. Common)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: The Best of De La Soul [Disc 2]\n  duration_ms: 342773\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":24474985,"name":"The Bizness (feat. Common)","trackName":"The Bizness (feat. Common)","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"The Best Of De La Soul (Limited Edition) [CD2]","duration":342.866875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness (feat. Common)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: The Best Of De La Soul (Limited Edition) [CD2]\n  duration_ms: 342867\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":19506082,"name":"The Bizness - Feat. 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Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness - Feat. Common\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: The Best Of\n  duration_ms: 342836\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":20989362,"name":"The Bizness (feat Common)","trackName":"The Bizness (feat Common)","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"The Platinum Collection","duration":320.84125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness (feat Common)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: The Platinum Collection\n  duration_ms: 320841\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":27453289,"name":"The Bizness [Feat. Common]","trackName":"The Bizness [Feat. Common]","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Timeless: The Singles Collection","duration":271.9288832,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness [Feat. Common]\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: 'Timeless: The Singles Collection'\n  duration_ms: 271929\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":25264995,"name":"The Bizness","trackName":"The Bizness","artistName":"De La Soul feat. 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Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness\n  artist: De La Soul feat. 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Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":6315080,"name":"The Bizness","trackName":"The Bizness","artistName":"De La Soul/Common","albumName":"Stakes Is High","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk 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after\n[00:55.10] I haveta send respects to real moneymakers -\n[00:57.87] Do not connect us with those champagne sippin' money fakers\n[01:00.55] Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n[01:02.82] Now what that prove?\n[01:03.80] You're so full, you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[01:05.35] 'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (uh)\n[01:08.31] And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n[01:10.67] Well, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n[01:13.51] Walk around the planet earth making money having fun (uh)\n[01:15.96] And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n[01:18.68] I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n[01:21.49] I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n[01:23.87] I sit and think with a drink\n[01:26.10] Do you wanna be a MC or do you wanna serve?\n[01:29.23] Do you wanna be dope or do you wanna deal it?\n[01:31.81] Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n[01:35.11] I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n[01:37.78] In fact, I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n[01:40.20] Refa-ree in sole control of my\n[01:42.85] Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n[01:45.25] Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n[01:48.35] Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n[01:50.65] Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n[01:53.28] Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n[01:56.52] I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n[01:58.82] At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n[02:01.13] But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n[02:04.18] Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n[02:06.83] Big Comstradamus - styles I predict\n[02:08.60] I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n[02:11.22] I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n[02:13.94] And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (yeah)\n[02:16.89] And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n[02:19.18] Well, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n[02:21.85] Walk around the 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run, or what section of earth\n[03:07.41] You reside, you're not even a man\n[03:09.47] So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n[03:11.89] But I will, 'cause my man said Soulful Delight\n[03:14.59] You cried \"keepin' it real,\" yet you should try keepin' it right\n[03:17.79] That's understanding microphone mathematics (yeah)\n[03:19.92] Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n[03:22.63] And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n[03:25.48] This one will make that one into none\n[03:27.65] Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n[03:30.34] If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n[03:32.70] Well, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n[03:35.69] Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n[03:37.72] Yeah, and I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n[03:40.98] I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n[03:43.55] And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n[03:46.22] And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n[03:48.91] See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n[03:51.52] See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n[03:53.99] Ahh, that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh\n[03:57.47] Like triple it, alright\n[03:59.85] That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n[04:02.84] The type of freestyler flow\n[04:05.01] Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n[04:09.35] Hah\n[04:09.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness\n  artist: De La Soul/Common\n  album: Stakes Is High\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah, you know the bizness\n  start_ms: 2370\n  end_ms: 4810\n- text: Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  start_ms: 4810\n  end_ms: 8820\n- text: Forget all them playas\n  start_ms: 8820\n  end_ms: 11840\n- text: We the rhyme sayers\n  start_ms: 11840\n  end_ms: 14040\n- text: Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  start_ms: 14040\n  end_ms: 18120\n- text: Gonna do it like this\n  start_ms: 18120\n  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Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":21844006,"name":"The Bizness (Feat. 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Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness (Feat. Common)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: The Best Of - Limited Edition 2 Cd\n  duration_ms: 342805\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":19580487,"name":"The Bizness (Ft. Common)","trackName":"The Bizness (Ft. Common)","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High","duration":342.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness (Ft. Common)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High\n  duration_ms: 342000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":21310389,"name":"The Bizness (feat. 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Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness (feat. Common)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High\n  duration_ms: 342047\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":20506841,"name":"The Bizness (Feat. Common)","trackName":"The Bizness (Feat. Common)","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Live at Tramps, NYC, 1996","duration":261.433469,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness (Feat. Common)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Live at Tramps, NYC, 1996\n  duration_ms: 261433\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":14630981,"name":"The Bizness Ft Common","trackName":"The Bizness Ft Common","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Live At Tramps, Nyc, 1996","duration":261.459592,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness Ft Common\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Live At Tramps, Nyc, 1996\n  duration_ms: 261460\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":22729551,"name":"The Bizness feat.COMMON","trackName":"The Bizness feat.COMMON","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Unofficial","duration":341.632,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness feat.COMMON\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Unofficial\n  duration_ms: 341632\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":22785681,"name":"The Bizness (feat. Common)","trackName":"The Bizness (feat. Common)","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Live at Tramps","duration":261.459592,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness (feat. Common)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Live at Tramps\n  duration_ms: 261460\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"},{"id":9731329,"name":"The Bizness (feat. Common)","trackName":"The Bizness (feat. Common)","artistName":"De La Soul","albumName":"Stakes Is High","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And and bass up the track a little bit\nCuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\nYeah yeah you know the bizness\nCommon Sense, soul with the De La\nForget all them playas\nWe the rhyme sayers\nHuh, and that's The Bizness, hah\nGonna do it like this\nGettin it hot\nLike the Chicago streets\n\nI speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\nAlways exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\nPlay the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\nSo I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\nOf course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\nThe engine to my comprehension is just too complex\nMuch too complex, EFX be live like Das\nMaking moves down South, to avoid the chaos\nAnd never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\nThey call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\nI'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\nCuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\nI haveta, send respects to real money makers\nDo not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\nTaste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\nNow what that prove?\nYou're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nAnd I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink...\n\nDo you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\nDo you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\nFabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\nI do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\nIn fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\nRefa-ree in soul control of my\nDesti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\nWhip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\nTake a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\nRather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\nNot a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\nI Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\nAt one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\nBut then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\nUpon rhymes old man who called him traitor\nBig Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nCause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\nDroppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\nIt's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\nCertified, as superior, MC\nWhile others explore to make it hardcore\nI make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\nCause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\nAnd when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\nThe lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\nMy rhymes escalates like black death rates\nOver musical plates, being played as the rule\nKids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\nWho claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\nI don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\nYou reside, you're not even a man\nSo I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\nBut I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\nYou cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\nThat's understanding microphone mathematics\nWhich leads to currency and temporary world status\nAnd when one shows he posed threat to this one\nThis one will make that one into none\nSimple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\nIf you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\nWell I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\nWalk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\nI'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\nI sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\nAnd I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\nAnd can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\nSee can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\nAhh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\nLike triple it, alright\nThat's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\nThe type of freestyler flow\nYeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\nHah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Bizness (feat. Common)\n  artist: De La Soul\n  album: Stakes Is High\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And and bass up the track a little bit\n  Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, know what I'm sayin?\n  Yeah yeah you know the bizness\n  Common Sense, soul with the De La\n  Forget all them playas\n  We the rhyme sayers\n  Huh, and that's The Bizness, hah\n  Gonna do it like this\n  Gettin it hot\n  Like the Chicago streets\n\n  I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high\n  Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye\n  Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses\n  So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)\n  Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex\n  The engine to my comprehension is just too complex\n  Much too complex, EFX be live like Das\n  Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos\n  And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin'\n  They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin\n  I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter\n  Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after\n  I haveta, send respects to real money makers\n  Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers\n  Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town\n  Now what that prove?\n  You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink...\n\n  Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?\n  Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?\n  Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester\n  I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor\n  In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a\n  Refa-ree in soul control of my\n  Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five\n  Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers\n  Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his b- ass\n  Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators\n  Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner\n  I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (uh-ha)\n  At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection\n  But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings\n  Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor\n  Big Comstradamus niggas styles I predict\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'\n  Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'\n  It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be\n  Certified, as superior, MC\n  While others explore to make it hardcore\n  I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door\n  Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming\n  And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see\n  The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling\n  My rhymes escalates like black death rates\n  Over musical plates, being played as the rule\n  Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools\n  Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching\n  I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth\n  You reside, you're not even a man\n  So I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride\n  But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight\n  You cried \"keepin' it real\", yet you should try keepin' it right\n  That's understanding microphone mathematics\n  Which leads to currency and temporary world status\n  And when one shows he posed threat to this one\n  This one will make that one into none\n  Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero\n  If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from\n\n  Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One\n  Walk around the planet earth making money having fun\n\n  I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N\n  I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win\n\n  And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E\n  And can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n  See can't another brother cook these delicacies\n\n  Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh\n  Like triple it, alright\n  That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago\n  The type of freestyler flow\n  Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more\n  Hah\n"}]