[{"id":5129160,"name":"9th Wonder (Live)","trackName":"9th Wonder (Live)","artistName":"Digable Planets","albumName":"Digable Planets Live","duration":620.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yea (echo)\nWhole world\nMcs\nWhose slick\nWe lounge stay phat notice our G limp\nA natural flair with our fresh ass hair\nStyle baggy out clouts slick\nCreamy and fresh east coast to west\nBrooklyn\nUptown\nTo the universal fair\nOld school mcs\n(Being scratched in the background)\nMake your money\nI'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year\nMyrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair\nAnd what 16 joints later still lounge\nFresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets\nStyle is tight ees bust the camy? fatigues\n50, 000 leagues of black\nSo what's up\nCan we avenue slide playerstyle ghetto walk\nTo the east and wild Crooklyn, New York\nCreamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing\nThe angular slang blow spots.bang.eleven\nHangin' like bats.cos.the 12 inch wax.\nSay scorpio\nAnd my hair say 'fro\nAnd my blood say bro\nMy clics say \"eh, yo!\"\nMake sparks from the barrel me tal pistol\nTo the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua\nThe cool blast mega we black we wild flowers(?)\nScott La Rock had emm all, I gots the the ball\nAnd roll a little panthers(?) through these project halls\nThe 3-color flag can't hold my baggys sag\n7 1 8 2 omega\nBlack motion is ocean style\nSlick in my ways since days of the classic\nNow glamour boys want to be triple phatted\nBut I'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year, yea\nEast born\nBeast candles on?\nLovely all over the city\nAnd your tape deck blasting\n7 Rs and the phat fly sneakers\nAnd the camouflage\n(Make Your money scratched in the background)\nTo the hip hop nation\nTo the mixtape crew\nTo the west coast\nTo the boogie down bronx\nI was raised in the ways of the man chu clan\nAnd 5 elements posture take a B-boy stance\nWith the gold front shinin' the baggy pants saggin'\nThis Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin'\nBut I'm climbin' findin' new ways of rhymin'\nNot livin' like a star is strickly about survivin'\nDivin', deep into the groove of the ghetto\nThis downtown flavor shines from many angles\nYes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious\nThe man chu monkey over flunkeys is victorious\nRap is be boring us with rhymes of conventional\nDays in amazed when they hear the 3 demensional\nLyrical skills of the insect emotion\nCoasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion\nNow I'm rolling with the seven and the crescent\nPuffin' some expression\nManifestin' today's lesson\nStressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far\nCause the mind is intestellar\nStill pieced like that so have no fear\nBut I'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year\nTo the queens everywhere\nTo the oh s I\nTo the lumpen mass\nDon't forget about your peeps when ya...\nNow you see that I am 68 inches above sea level\n93 million miles above these devils\nPlay me in the winter\nPlay me in the summer\nPlay me in the autumn\nAny order\nYou want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water\nCatch me at a hot spot with the dust (desk) daughters\nWe bouncing... moving within the truth circles\nWe played you made you change... strictly ought to\nWe stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank\nThere's love amongst the ranks\nNow I'm a bout to meet my homegirl\nCause we be alike\nAte alike, see alike, let's g alike\nJazzy joyce\n[On the wheels]\nJazzy joyce\n[No one's smoother]\nJazzy joyce\n[Phatter than a '94 land cruiser]\nWhere you from?\n[The bronx representin' like whatever, fly]\nCool are you slicker this year?\n[Yea, watch]\nHit it...\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 9th Wonder (Live)\n  artist: Digable Planets\n  album: Digable Planets Live\n  duration_ms: 620000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah yea (echo)\n  Whole world\n  Mcs\n  Whose slick\n  We lounge stay phat notice our G limp\n  A natural flair with our fresh ass hair\n  Style baggy out clouts slick\n  Creamy and fresh east coast to west\n  Brooklyn\n  Uptown\n  To the universal fair\n  Old school mcs\n  (Being scratched in the background)\n  Make your money\n  I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year\n  Myrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair\n  And what 16 joints later still lounge\n  Fresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets\n  Style is tight ees bust the camy? fatigues\n  50, 000 leagues of black\n  So what's up\n  Can we avenue slide playerstyle ghetto walk\n  To the east and wild Crooklyn, New York\n  Creamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing\n  The angular slang blow spots.bang.eleven\n  Hangin' like bats.cos.the 12 inch wax.\n  Say scorpio\n  And my hair say 'fro\n  And my blood say bro\n  My clics say \"eh, yo!\"\n  Make sparks from the barrel me tal pistol\n  To the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua\n  The cool blast mega we black we wild flowers(?)\n  Scott La Rock had emm all, I gots the the ball\n  And roll a little panthers(?) through these project halls\n  The 3-color flag can't hold my baggys sag\n  7 1 8 2 omega\n  Black motion is ocean style\n  Slick in my ways since days of the classic\n  Now glamour boys want to be triple phatted\n  But I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year, yea\n  East born\n  Beast candles on?\n  Lovely all over the city\n  And your tape deck blasting\n  7 Rs and the phat fly sneakers\n  And the camouflage\n  (Make Your money scratched in the background)\n  To the hip hop nation\n  To the mixtape crew\n  To the west coast\n  To the boogie down bronx\n  I was raised in the ways of the man chu clan\n  And 5 elements posture take a B-boy stance\n  With the gold front shinin' the baggy pants saggin'\n  This Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin'\n  But I'm climbin' findin' new ways of rhymin'\n  Not livin' like a star is strickly about survivin'\n  Divin', deep into the groove of the ghetto\n  This downtown flavor shines from many angles\n  Yes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious\n  The man chu monkey over flunkeys is victorious\n  Rap is be boring us with rhymes of conventional\n  Days in amazed when they hear the 3 demensional\n  Lyrical skills of the insect emotion\n  Coasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion\n  Now I'm rolling with the seven and the crescent\n  Puffin' some expression\n  Manifestin' today's lesson\n  Stressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far\n  Cause the mind is intestellar\n  Still pieced like that so have no fear\n  But I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year\n  To the queens everywhere\n  To the oh s I\n  To the lumpen mass\n  Don't forget about your peeps when ya...\n  Now you see that I am 68 inches above sea level\n  93 million miles above these devils\n  Play me in the winter\n  Play me in the summer\n  Play me in the autumn\n  Any order\n  You want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water\n  Catch me at a hot spot with the dust (desk) daughters\n  We bouncing... moving within the truth circles\n  We played you made you change... strictly ought to\n  We stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank\n  There's love amongst the ranks\n  Now I'm a bout to meet my homegirl\n  Cause we be alike\n  Ate alike, see alike, let's g alike\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [On the wheels]\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [No one's smoother]\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [Phatter than a '94 land cruiser]\n  Where you from?\n  [The bronx representin' like whatever, fly]\n  Cool are you slicker this year?\n  [Yea, watch]\n  Hit it...\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n"},{"id":5129161,"name":"9th Wonder","trackName":"9th Wonder","artistName":"Digable Planets","albumName":"Digable Planets Live","duration":620.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yea (echo)\nWhole world\nMcs\nWhose slick\nWe lounge stay phat notice our G limp\nA natural flair with our fresh ass hair\nStyle baggy out clouts slick\nCreamy and fresh east coast to west\nBrooklyn\nUptown\nTo the universal fair\nOld school mcs\n(Being scratched in the background)\nMake your money\nI'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year\nMyrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair\nAnd what 16 joints later still lounge\nFresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets\nStyle is tight ees bust the camy? fatigues\n50, 000 leagues of black\nSo what's up\nCan we avenue slide playerstyle ghetto walk\nTo the east and wild Crooklyn, New York\nCreamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing\nThe angular slang blow spots.bang.eleven\nHangin' like bats.cos.the 12 inch wax.\nSay scorpio\nAnd my hair say 'fro\nAnd my blood say bro\nMy clics say \"eh, yo!\"\nMake sparks from the barrel me tal pistol\nTo the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua\nThe cool blast mega we black we wild flowers(?)\nScott La Rock had emm all, I gots the the ball\nAnd roll a little panthers(?) through these project halls\nThe 3-color flag can't hold my baggys sag\n7 1 8 2 omega\nBlack motion is ocean style\nSlick in my ways since days of the classic\nNow glamour boys want to be triple phatted\nBut I'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year, yea\nEast born\nBeast candles on?\nLovely all over the city\nAnd your tape deck blasting\n7 Rs and the phat fly sneakers\nAnd the camouflage\n(Make Your money scratched in the background)\nTo the hip hop nation\nTo the mixtape crew\nTo the west coast\nTo the boogie down bronx\nI was raised in the ways of the man chu clan\nAnd 5 elements posture take a B-boy stance\nWith the gold front shinin' the baggy pants saggin'\nThis Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin'\nBut I'm climbin' findin' new ways of rhymin'\nNot livin' like a star is strickly about survivin'\nDivin', deep into the groove of the ghetto\nThis downtown flavor shines from many angles\nYes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious\nThe man chu monkey over flunkeys is victorious\nRap is be boring us with rhymes of conventional\nDays in amazed when they hear the 3 demensional\nLyrical skills of the insect emotion\nCoasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion\nNow I'm rolling with the seven and the crescent\nPuffin' some expression\nManifestin' today's lesson\nStressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far\nCause the mind is intestellar\nStill pieced like that so have no fear\nBut I'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year\nTo the queens everywhere\nTo the oh s I\nTo the lumpen mass\nDon't forget about your peeps when ya...\nNow you see that I am 68 inches above sea level\n93 million miles above these devils\nPlay me in the winter\nPlay me in the summer\nPlay me in the autumn\nAny order\nYou want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water\nCatch me at a hot spot with the dust (desk) daughters\nWe bouncing... moving within the truth circles\nWe played you made you change... strictly ought to\nWe stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank\nThere's love amongst the ranks\nNow I'm a bout to meet my homegirl\nCause we be alike\nAte alike, see alike, let's g alike\nJazzy joyce\n[On the wheels]\nJazzy joyce\n[No one's smoother]\nJazzy joyce\n[Phatter than a '94 land cruiser]\nWhere you from?\n[The bronx representin' like whatever, fly]\nCool are you slicker this year?\n[Yea, watch]\nHit it...\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 9th Wonder\n  artist: Digable Planets\n  album: Digable Planets Live\n  duration_ms: 620000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah yea (echo)\n  Whole world\n  Mcs\n  Whose slick\n  We lounge stay phat notice our G limp\n  A natural flair with our fresh ass hair\n  Style baggy out clouts slick\n  Creamy and fresh east coast to west\n  Brooklyn\n  Uptown\n  To the universal fair\n  Old school mcs\n  (Being scratched in the background)\n  Make your money\n  I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year\n  Myrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair\n  And what 16 joints later still lounge\n  Fresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets\n  Style is tight ees bust the camy? fatigues\n  50, 000 leagues of black\n  So what's up\n  Can we avenue slide playerstyle ghetto walk\n  To the east and wild Crooklyn, New York\n  Creamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing\n  The angular slang blow spots.bang.eleven\n  Hangin' like bats.cos.the 12 inch wax.\n  Say scorpio\n  And my hair say 'fro\n  And my blood say bro\n  My clics say \"eh, yo!\"\n  Make sparks from the barrel me tal pistol\n  To the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua\n  The cool blast mega we black we wild flowers(?)\n  Scott La Rock had emm all, I gots the the ball\n  And roll a little panthers(?) through these project halls\n  The 3-color flag can't hold my baggys sag\n  7 1 8 2 omega\n  Black motion is ocean style\n  Slick in my ways since days of the classic\n  Now glamour boys want to be triple phatted\n  But I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year, yea\n  East born\n  Beast candles on?\n  Lovely all over the city\n  And your tape deck blasting\n  7 Rs and the phat fly sneakers\n  And the camouflage\n  (Make Your money scratched in the background)\n  To the hip hop nation\n  To the mixtape crew\n  To the west coast\n  To the boogie down bronx\n  I was raised in the ways of the man chu clan\n  And 5 elements posture take a B-boy stance\n  With the gold front shinin' the baggy pants saggin'\n  This Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin'\n  But I'm climbin' findin' new ways of rhymin'\n  Not livin' like a star is strickly about survivin'\n  Divin', deep into the groove of the ghetto\n  This downtown flavor shines from many angles\n  Yes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious\n  The man chu monkey over flunkeys is victorious\n  Rap is be boring us with rhymes of conventional\n  Days in amazed when they hear the 3 demensional\n  Lyrical skills of the insect emotion\n  Coasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion\n  Now I'm rolling with the seven and the crescent\n  Puffin' some expression\n  Manifestin' today's lesson\n  Stressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far\n  Cause the mind is intestellar\n  Still pieced like that so have no fear\n  But I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year\n  To the queens everywhere\n  To the oh s I\n  To the lumpen mass\n  Don't forget about your peeps when ya...\n  Now you see that I am 68 inches above sea level\n  93 million miles above these devils\n  Play me in the winter\n  Play me in the summer\n  Play me in the autumn\n  Any order\n  You want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water\n  Catch me at a hot spot with the dust (desk) daughters\n  We bouncing... moving within the truth circles\n  We played you made you change... strictly ought to\n  We stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank\n  There's love amongst the ranks\n  Now I'm a bout to meet my homegirl\n  Cause we be alike\n  Ate alike, see alike, let's g alike\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [On the wheels]\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [No one's smoother]\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [Phatter than a '94 land cruiser]\n  Where you from?\n  [The bronx representin' like whatever, fly]\n  Cool are you slicker this year?\n  [Yea, watch]\n  Hit it...\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n"},{"id":33175684,"name":"9th Wonder","trackName":"9th Wonder","artistName":"Digable Planets","albumName":"Digable Planets Live","duration":382.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yea (echo)\nWhole world\nMcs\nWhose slick\nWe lounge stay phat notice our G limp\nA natural flair with our fresh ass hair\nStyle baggy out clouts slick\nCreamy and fresh east coast to west\nBrooklyn\nUptown\nTo the universal fair\nOld school mcs\n(Being scratched in the background)\nMake your money\nI'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year\nMyrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair\nAnd what 16 joints later still lounge\nFresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets\nStyle is tight ees bust the camy? fatigues\n50, 000 leagues of black\nSo what's up\nCan we avenue slide playerstyle ghetto walk\nTo the east and wild Crooklyn, New York\nCreamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing\nThe angular slang blow spots.bang.eleven\nHangin' like bats.cos.the 12 inch wax.\nSay scorpio\nAnd my hair say 'fro\nAnd my blood say bro\nMy clics say \"eh, yo!\"\nMake sparks from the barrel me tal pistol\nTo the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua\nThe cool blast mega we black we wild flowers(?)\nScott La Rock had emm all, I gots the the ball\nAnd roll a little panthers(?) through these project halls\nThe 3-color flag can't hold my baggys sag\n7 1 8 2 omega\nBlack motion is ocean style\nSlick in my ways since days of the classic\nNow glamour boys want to be triple phatted\nBut I'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year, yea\nEast born\nBeast candles on?\nLovely all over the city\nAnd your tape deck blasting\n7 Rs and the phat fly sneakers\nAnd the camouflage\n(Make Your money scratched in the background)\nTo the hip hop nation\nTo the mixtape crew\nTo the west coast\nTo the boogie down bronx\nI was raised in the ways of the man chu clan\nAnd 5 elements posture take a B-boy stance\nWith the gold front shinin' the baggy pants saggin'\nThis Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin'\nBut I'm climbin' findin' new ways of rhymin'\nNot livin' like a star is strickly about survivin'\nDivin', deep into the groove of the ghetto\nThis downtown flavor shines from many angles\nYes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious\nThe man chu monkey over flunkeys is victorious\nRap is be boring us with rhymes of conventional\nDays in amazed when they hear the 3 demensional\nLyrical skills of the insect emotion\nCoasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion\nNow I'm rolling with the seven and the crescent\nPuffin' some expression\nManifestin' today's lesson\nStressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far\nCause the mind is intestellar\nStill pieced like that so have no fear\nBut I'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year\nTo the queens everywhere\nTo the oh s I\nTo the lumpen mass\nDon't forget about your peeps when ya...\nNow you see that I am 68 inches above sea level\n93 million miles above these devils\nPlay me in the winter\nPlay me in the summer\nPlay me in the autumn\nAny order\nYou want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water\nCatch me at a hot spot with the dust (desk) daughters\nWe bouncing... moving within the truth circles\nWe played you made you change... strictly ought to\nWe stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank\nThere's love amongst the ranks\nNow I'm a bout to meet my homegirl\nCause we be alike\nAte alike, see alike, let's g alike\nJazzy joyce\n[On the wheels]\nJazzy joyce\n[No one's smoother]\nJazzy joyce\n[Phatter than a '94 land cruiser]\nWhere you from?\n[The bronx representin' like whatever, fly]\nCool are you slicker this year?\n[Yea, watch]\nHit it...\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 9th Wonder\n  artist: Digable Planets\n  album: Digable Planets Live\n  duration_ms: 382000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah yea (echo)\n  Whole world\n  Mcs\n  Whose slick\n  We lounge stay phat notice our G limp\n  A natural flair with our fresh ass hair\n  Style baggy out clouts slick\n  Creamy and fresh east coast to west\n  Brooklyn\n  Uptown\n  To the universal fair\n  Old school mcs\n  (Being scratched in the background)\n  Make your money\n  I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year\n  Myrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair\n  And what 16 joints later still lounge\n  Fresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets\n  Style is tight ees bust the camy? fatigues\n  50, 000 leagues of black\n  So what's up\n  Can we avenue slide playerstyle ghetto walk\n  To the east and wild Crooklyn, New York\n  Creamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing\n  The angular slang blow spots.bang.eleven\n  Hangin' like bats.cos.the 12 inch wax.\n  Say scorpio\n  And my hair say 'fro\n  And my blood say bro\n  My clics say \"eh, yo!\"\n  Make sparks from the barrel me tal pistol\n  To the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua\n  The cool blast mega we black we wild flowers(?)\n  Scott La Rock had emm all, I gots the the ball\n  And roll a little panthers(?) through these project halls\n  The 3-color flag can't hold my baggys sag\n  7 1 8 2 omega\n  Black motion is ocean style\n  Slick in my ways since days of the classic\n  Now glamour boys want to be triple phatted\n  But I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year, yea\n  East born\n  Beast candles on?\n  Lovely all over the city\n  And your tape deck blasting\n  7 Rs and the phat fly sneakers\n  And the camouflage\n  (Make Your money scratched in the background)\n  To the hip hop nation\n  To the mixtape crew\n  To the west coast\n  To the boogie down bronx\n  I was raised in the ways of the man chu clan\n  And 5 elements posture take a B-boy stance\n  With the gold front shinin' the baggy pants saggin'\n  This Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin'\n  But I'm climbin' findin' new ways of rhymin'\n  Not livin' like a star is strickly about survivin'\n  Divin', deep into the groove of the ghetto\n  This downtown flavor shines from many angles\n  Yes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious\n  The man chu monkey over flunkeys is victorious\n  Rap is be boring us with rhymes of conventional\n  Days in amazed when they hear the 3 demensional\n  Lyrical skills of the insect emotion\n  Coasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion\n  Now I'm rolling with the seven and the crescent\n  Puffin' some expression\n  Manifestin' today's lesson\n  Stressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far\n  Cause the mind is intestellar\n  Still pieced like that so have no fear\n  But I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year\n  To the queens everywhere\n  To the oh s I\n  To the lumpen mass\n  Don't forget about your peeps when ya...\n  Now you see that I am 68 inches above sea level\n  93 million miles above these devils\n  Play me in the winter\n  Play me in the summer\n  Play me in the autumn\n  Any order\n  You want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water\n  Catch me at a hot spot with the dust (desk) daughters\n  We bouncing... moving within the truth circles\n  We played you made you change... strictly ought to\n  We stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank\n  There's love amongst the ranks\n  Now I'm a bout to meet my homegirl\n  Cause we be alike\n  Ate alike, see alike, let's g alike\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [On the wheels]\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [No one's smoother]\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [Phatter than a '94 land cruiser]\n  Where you from?\n  [The bronx representin' like whatever, fly]\n  Cool are you slicker this year?\n  [Yea, watch]\n  Hit it...\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n"},{"id":21495067,"name":"9th Wonder","trackName":"9th Wonder","artistName":"Digable Planets","albumName":"The Return of Digable Planets Live","duration":216.479925,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yea (echo)\nWhole world\nMcs\nWhose slick\nWe lounge stay phat notice our G limp\nA natural flair with our fresh ass hair\nStyle baggy out clouts slick\nCreamy and fresh east coast to west\nBrooklyn\nUptown\nTo the universal fair\nOld school mcs\n(Being scratched in the background)\nMake your money\nI'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year\nMyrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair\nAnd what 16 joints later still lounge\nFresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets\nStyle is tight ees bust the camy? fatigues\n50, 000 leagues of black\nSo what's up\nCan we avenue slide playerstyle ghetto walk\nTo the east and wild Crooklyn, New York\nCreamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing\nThe angular slang blow spots.bang.eleven\nHangin' like bats.cos.the 12 inch wax.\nSay scorpio\nAnd my hair say 'fro\nAnd my blood say bro\nMy clics say \"eh, yo!\"\nMake sparks from the barrel me tal pistol\nTo the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua\nThe cool blast mega we black we wild flowers(?)\nScott La Rock had emm all, I gots the the ball\nAnd roll a little panthers(?) through these project halls\nThe 3-color flag can't hold my baggys sag\n7 1 8 2 omega\nBlack motion is ocean style\nSlick in my ways since days of the classic\nNow glamour boys want to be triple phatted\nBut I'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year, yea\nEast born\nBeast candles on?\nLovely all over the city\nAnd your tape deck blasting\n7 Rs and the phat fly sneakers\nAnd the camouflage\n(Make Your money scratched in the background)\nTo the hip hop nation\nTo the mixtape crew\nTo the west coast\nTo the boogie down bronx\nI was raised in the ways of the man chu clan\nAnd 5 elements posture take a B-boy stance\nWith the gold front shinin' the baggy pants saggin'\nThis Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin'\nBut I'm climbin' findin' new ways of rhymin'\nNot livin' like a star is strickly about survivin'\nDivin', deep into the groove of the ghetto\nThis downtown flavor shines from many angles\nYes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious\nThe man chu monkey over flunkeys is victorious\nRap is be boring us with rhymes of conventional\nDays in amazed when they hear the 3 demensional\nLyrical skills of the insect emotion\nCoasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion\nNow I'm rolling with the seven and the crescent\nPuffin' some expression\nManifestin' today's lesson\nStressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far\nCause the mind is intestellar\nStill pieced like that so have no fear\nBut I'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year\nTo the queens everywhere\nTo the oh s I\nTo the lumpen mass\nDon't forget about your peeps when ya...\nNow you see that I am 68 inches above sea level\n93 million miles above these devils\nPlay me in the winter\nPlay me in the summer\nPlay me in the autumn\nAny order\nYou want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water\nCatch me at a hot spot with the dust (desk) daughters\nWe bouncing... moving within the truth circles\nWe played you made you change... strictly ought to\nWe stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank\nThere's love amongst the ranks\nNow I'm a bout to meet my homegirl\nCause we be alike\nAte alike, see alike, let's g alike\nJazzy joyce\n[On the wheels]\nJazzy joyce\n[No one's smoother]\nJazzy joyce\n[Phatter than a '94 land cruiser]\nWhere you from?\n[The bronx representin' like whatever, fly]\nCool are you slicker this year?\n[Yea, watch]\nHit it...\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 9th Wonder\n  artist: Digable Planets\n  album: The Return of Digable Planets Live\n  duration_ms: 216480\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah yea (echo)\n  Whole world\n  Mcs\n  Whose slick\n  We lounge stay phat notice our G limp\n  A natural flair with our fresh ass hair\n  Style baggy out clouts slick\n  Creamy and fresh east coast to west\n  Brooklyn\n  Uptown\n  To the universal fair\n  Old school mcs\n  (Being scratched in the background)\n  Make your money\n  I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year\n  Myrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair\n  And what 16 joints later still lounge\n  Fresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets\n  Style is tight ees bust the camy? fatigues\n  50, 000 leagues of black\n  So what's up\n  Can we avenue slide playerstyle ghetto walk\n  To the east and wild Crooklyn, New York\n  Creamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing\n  The angular slang blow spots.bang.eleven\n  Hangin' like bats.cos.the 12 inch wax.\n  Say scorpio\n  And my hair say 'fro\n  And my blood say bro\n  My clics say \"eh, yo!\"\n  Make sparks from the barrel me tal pistol\n  To the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua\n  The cool blast mega we black we wild flowers(?)\n  Scott La Rock had emm all, I gots the the ball\n  And roll a little panthers(?) through these project halls\n  The 3-color flag can't hold my baggys sag\n  7 1 8 2 omega\n  Black motion is ocean style\n  Slick in my ways since days of the classic\n  Now glamour boys want to be triple phatted\n  But I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year, yea\n  East born\n  Beast candles on?\n  Lovely all over the city\n  And your tape deck blasting\n  7 Rs and the phat fly sneakers\n  And the camouflage\n  (Make Your money scratched in the background)\n  To the hip hop nation\n  To the mixtape crew\n  To the west coast\n  To the boogie down bronx\n  I was raised in the ways of the man chu clan\n  And 5 elements posture take a B-boy stance\n  With the gold front shinin' the baggy pants saggin'\n  This Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin'\n  But I'm climbin' findin' new ways of rhymin'\n  Not livin' like a star is strickly about survivin'\n  Divin', deep into the groove of the ghetto\n  This downtown flavor shines from many angles\n  Yes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious\n  The man chu monkey over flunkeys is victorious\n  Rap is be boring us with rhymes of conventional\n  Days in amazed when they hear the 3 demensional\n  Lyrical skills of the insect emotion\n  Coasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion\n  Now I'm rolling with the seven and the crescent\n  Puffin' some expression\n  Manifestin' today's lesson\n  Stressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far\n  Cause the mind is intestellar\n  Still pieced like that so have no fear\n  But I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year\n  To the queens everywhere\n  To the oh s I\n  To the lumpen mass\n  Don't forget about your peeps when ya...\n  Now you see that I am 68 inches above sea level\n  93 million miles above these devils\n  Play me in the winter\n  Play me in the summer\n  Play me in the autumn\n  Any order\n  You want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water\n  Catch me at a hot spot with the dust (desk) daughters\n  We bouncing... moving within the truth circles\n  We played you made you change... strictly ought to\n  We stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank\n  There's love amongst the ranks\n  Now I'm a bout to meet my homegirl\n  Cause we be alike\n  Ate alike, see alike, let's g alike\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [On the wheels]\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [No one's smoother]\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [Phatter than a '94 land cruiser]\n  Where you from?\n  [The bronx representin' like whatever, fly]\n  Cool are you slicker this year?\n  [Yea, watch]\n  Hit it...\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n"},{"id":36667652,"name":"9th Wonder","trackName":"9th Wonder","artistName":"Digable Planets","albumName":"Live","duration":382.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah yea (echo)\nWhole world\nMcs\nWhose slick\nWe lounge stay phat notice our G limp\nA natural flair with our fresh ass hair\nStyle baggy out clouts slick\nCreamy and fresh east coast to west\nBrooklyn\nUptown\nTo the universal fair\nOld school mcs\n(Being scratched in the background)\nMake your money\nI'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year\nMyrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair\nAnd what 16 joints later still lounge\nFresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets\nStyle is tight ees bust the camy? fatigues\n50, 000 leagues of black\nSo what's up\nCan we avenue slide playerstyle ghetto walk\nTo the east and wild Crooklyn, New York\nCreamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing\nThe angular slang blow spots.bang.eleven\nHangin' like bats.cos.the 12 inch wax.\nSay scorpio\nAnd my hair say 'fro\nAnd my blood say bro\nMy clics say \"eh, yo!\"\nMake sparks from the barrel me tal pistol\nTo the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua\nThe cool blast mega we black we wild flowers(?)\nScott La Rock had emm all, I gots the the ball\nAnd roll a little panthers(?) through these project halls\nThe 3-color flag can't hold my baggys sag\n7 1 8 2 omega\nBlack motion is ocean style\nSlick in my ways since days of the classic\nNow glamour boys want to be triple phatted\nBut I'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year, yea\nEast born\nBeast candles on?\nLovely all over the city\nAnd your tape deck blasting\n7 Rs and the phat fly sneakers\nAnd the camouflage\n(Make Your money scratched in the background)\nTo the hip hop nation\nTo the mixtape crew\nTo the west coast\nTo the boogie down bronx\nI was raised in the ways of the man chu clan\nAnd 5 elements posture take a B-boy stance\nWith the gold front shinin' the baggy pants saggin'\nThis Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin'\nBut I'm climbin' findin' new ways of rhymin'\nNot livin' like a star is strickly about survivin'\nDivin', deep into the groove of the ghetto\nThis downtown flavor shines from many angles\nYes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious\nThe man chu monkey over flunkeys is victorious\nRap is be boring us with rhymes of conventional\nDays in amazed when they hear the 3 demensional\nLyrical skills of the insect emotion\nCoasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion\nNow I'm rolling with the seven and the crescent\nPuffin' some expression\nManifestin' today's lesson\nStressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far\nCause the mind is intestellar\nStill pieced like that so have no fear\nBut I'm slicker this year\nI'm slicker this year\nTo the queens everywhere\nTo the oh s I\nTo the lumpen mass\nDon't forget about your peeps when ya...\nNow you see that I am 68 inches above sea level\n93 million miles above these devils\nPlay me in the winter\nPlay me in the summer\nPlay me in the autumn\nAny order\nYou want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water\nCatch me at a hot spot with the dust (desk) daughters\nWe bouncing... moving within the truth circles\nWe played you made you change... strictly ought to\nWe stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank\nThere's love amongst the ranks\nNow I'm a bout to meet my homegirl\nCause we be alike\nAte alike, see alike, let's g alike\nJazzy joyce\n[On the wheels]\nJazzy joyce\n[No one's smoother]\nJazzy joyce\n[Phatter than a '94 land cruiser]\nWhere you from?\n[The bronx representin' like whatever, fly]\nCool are you slicker this year?\n[Yea, watch]\nHit it...\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"\n\"\" \"\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 9th Wonder\n  artist: Digable Planets\n  album: Live\n  duration_ms: 382000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah yea (echo)\n  Whole world\n  Mcs\n  Whose slick\n  We lounge stay phat notice our G limp\n  A natural flair with our fresh ass hair\n  Style baggy out clouts slick\n  Creamy and fresh east coast to west\n  Brooklyn\n  Uptown\n  To the universal fair\n  Old school mcs\n  (Being scratched in the background)\n  Make your money\n  I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year\n  Myrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair\n  And what 16 joints later still lounge\n  Fresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets\n  Style is tight ees bust the camy? fatigues\n  50, 000 leagues of black\n  So what's up\n  Can we avenue slide playerstyle ghetto walk\n  To the east and wild Crooklyn, New York\n  Creamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing\n  The angular slang blow spots.bang.eleven\n  Hangin' like bats.cos.the 12 inch wax.\n  Say scorpio\n  And my hair say 'fro\n  And my blood say bro\n  My clics say \"eh, yo!\"\n  Make sparks from the barrel me tal pistol\n  To the depths I dive seems lunar like aqua\n  The cool blast mega we black we wild flowers(?)\n  Scott La Rock had emm all, I gots the the ball\n  And roll a little panthers(?) through these project halls\n  The 3-color flag can't hold my baggys sag\n  7 1 8 2 omega\n  Black motion is ocean style\n  Slick in my ways since days of the classic\n  Now glamour boys want to be triple phatted\n  But I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year, yea\n  East born\n  Beast candles on?\n  Lovely all over the city\n  And your tape deck blasting\n  7 Rs and the phat fly sneakers\n  And the camouflage\n  (Make Your money scratched in the background)\n  To the hip hop nation\n  To the mixtape crew\n  To the west coast\n  To the boogie down bronx\n  I was raised in the ways of the man chu clan\n  And 5 elements posture take a B-boy stance\n  With the gold front shinin' the baggy pants saggin'\n  This Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin'\n  But I'm climbin' findin' new ways of rhymin'\n  Not livin' like a star is strickly about survivin'\n  Divin', deep into the groove of the ghetto\n  This downtown flavor shines from many angles\n  Yes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious\n  The man chu monkey over flunkeys is victorious\n  Rap is be boring us with rhymes of conventional\n  Days in amazed when they hear the 3 demensional\n  Lyrical skills of the insect emotion\n  Coasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion\n  Now I'm rolling with the seven and the crescent\n  Puffin' some expression\n  Manifestin' today's lesson\n  Stressin the fact that I'm solar guarenteed to go far\n  Cause the mind is intestellar\n  Still pieced like that so have no fear\n  But I'm slicker this year\n  I'm slicker this year\n  To the queens everywhere\n  To the oh s I\n  To the lumpen mass\n  Don't forget about your peeps when ya...\n  Now you see that I am 68 inches above sea level\n  93 million miles above these devils\n  Play me in the winter\n  Play me in the summer\n  Play me in the autumn\n  Any order\n  You want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water\n  Catch me at a hot spot with the dust (desk) daughters\n  We bouncing... moving within the truth circles\n  We played you made you change... strictly ought to\n  We stratify our wealth from my looty in the bank\n  There's love amongst the ranks\n  Now I'm a bout to meet my homegirl\n  Cause we be alike\n  Ate alike, see alike, let's g alike\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [On the wheels]\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [No one's smoother]\n  Jazzy joyce\n  [Phatter than a '94 land cruiser]\n  Where you from?\n  [The bronx representin' like whatever, fly]\n  Cool are you slicker this year?\n  [Yea, watch]\n  Hit it...\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n  \"\" \"\"\n"}]