[{"id":318613,"name":"Blowing Down","trackName":"Blowing Down","artistName":"Digable Planets","albumName":"Blowout Comb","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We always roll down, no doubt\nAt the funky side of ten spots\n\nDash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out\nPretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor\nMove, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo\nThat play the mic like, wow\n\nWalk with a cane, talk where the slang\nDevelop on crooklyn blocks which I walk\nBut our radius is the whole universe\nKiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush\n\nCheese dime, let me try her, gold smile\nFro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor\nShe filled with sun visor, stat in the third\nLove, love, everyday, that's my word\nWhen I see your crew, I say that's them herbs\nSo blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop\n\nFresh, lush black, slick\nRight off the block, fat\nNo doubt we turns it out\n'Cause we\n\nKeep black movement and castle keep rockin'\nPlus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots\nPlay in the corners and maybe even boogie\nTill the sun come up or a gun come up\n\nShootin' at the breeze the local emcees\nStylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here\n'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nBlack on time been still layin' like I said\nUnder the screen, be a eight wonder\nSo for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist\nFit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue\n\nCorner flyin' it into a forty, twenty\nBrothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit\nNext, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner\nOn the nova, so no water goes south\n\nSo see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor\nMecca got soul livin' so, livin' so\nShot open on my left just in time\nNo we finger pops it to a liter, whet it's cool\n\nIn a sense we smoother than oils contents\nLoyal to the kick drum like flavor\nBounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid\nYes, nickel type fresh\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nWe always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt\nFor the funky side of town, no doubt\nYes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all\nWe always blow out, check it out\nFor the funky side of town, no doubt, word\n\nWe gets liver than any eighty fiver\nAnd the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn\nEvery crews badder, we choose to rack fatter\n'Cause I stimulate life and matter\n\nWhen I spread my wings, I dos my thing\n'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king\nSo I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat\nSwoon units by the pound and they natural black\n\nWithout a doubt, this is the place to be\nI see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G\nI sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze\nYou know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease\n\nSo nigga, please, full of the dread poetic\nThe sun moon sect in the house made to set it\nWith the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix\nAdd butter to the mec then jet to eighty six\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nYou better blow that shit out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blowing Down\n  artist: Digable Planets\n  album: Blowout Comb\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We always roll down, no doubt\n  At the funky side of ten spots\n\n  Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out\n  Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor\n  Move, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo\n  That play the mic like, wow\n\n  Walk with a cane, talk where the slang\n  Develop on crooklyn blocks which I walk\n  But our radius is the whole universe\n  Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush\n\n  Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile\n  Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor\n  She filled with sun visor, stat in the third\n  Love, love, everyday, that's my word\n  When I see your crew, I say that's them herbs\n  So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop\n\n  Fresh, lush black, slick\n  Right off the block, fat\n  No doubt we turns it out\n  'Cause we\n\n  Keep black movement and castle keep rockin'\n  Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots\n  Play in the corners and maybe even boogie\n  Till the sun come up or a gun come up\n\n  Shootin' at the breeze the local emcees\n  Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here\n  'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  Black on time been still layin' like I said\n  Under the screen, be a eight wonder\n  So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist\n  Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue\n\n  Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty\n  Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit\n  Next, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner\n  On the nova, so no water goes south\n\n  So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor\n  Mecca got soul livin' so, livin' so\n  Shot open on my left just in time\n  No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it's cool\n\n  In a sense we smoother than oils contents\n  Loyal to the kick drum like flavor\n  Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid\n  Yes, nickel type fresh\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  We always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt\n  For the funky side of town, no doubt\n  Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all\n  We always blow out, check it out\n  For the funky side of town, no doubt, word\n\n  We gets liver than any eighty fiver\n  And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn\n  Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter\n  'Cause I stimulate life and matter\n\n  When I spread my wings, I dos my thing\n  'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king\n  So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat\n  Swoon units by the pound and they natural black\n\n  Without a doubt, this is the place to be\n  I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G\n  I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze\n  You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease\n\n  So nigga, please, full of the dread poetic\n  The sun moon sect in the house made to set it\n  With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix\n  Add butter to the mec then jet to eighty six\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  You better blow that shit out\n"},{"id":21219425,"name":"Blowing Down","trackName":"Blowing Down","artistName":"Digable Planets","albumName":"Blowout Comb","duration":236.846916,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We always roll down, no doubt\nAt the funky side of ten spots\n\nDash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out\nPretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor\nMove, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo\nThat play the mic like, wow\n\nWalk with a cane, talk where the slang\nDevelop on crooklyn blocks which I walk\nBut our radius is the whole universe\nKiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush\n\nCheese dime, let me try her, gold smile\nFro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor\nShe filled with sun visor, stat in the third\nLove, love, everyday, that's my word\nWhen I see your crew, I say that's them herbs\nSo blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop\n\nFresh, lush black, slick\nRight off the block, fat\nNo doubt we turns it out\n'Cause we\n\nKeep black movement and castle keep rockin'\nPlus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots\nPlay in the corners and maybe even boogie\nTill the sun come up or a gun come up\n\nShootin' at the breeze the local emcees\nStylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here\n'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nBlack on time been still layin' like I said\nUnder the screen, be a eight wonder\nSo for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist\nFit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue\n\nCorner flyin' it into a forty, twenty\nBrothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit\nNext, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner\nOn the nova, so no water goes south\n\nSo see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor\nMecca got soul livin' so, livin' so\nShot open on my left just in time\nNo we finger pops it to a liter, whet it's cool\n\nIn a sense we smoother than oils contents\nLoyal to the kick drum like flavor\nBounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid\nYes, nickel type fresh\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nWe always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt\nFor the funky side of town, no doubt\nYes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all\nWe always blow out, check it out\nFor the funky side of town, no doubt, word\n\nWe gets liver than any eighty fiver\nAnd the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn\nEvery crews badder, we choose to rack fatter\n'Cause I stimulate life and matter\n\nWhen I spread my wings, I dos my thing\n'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king\nSo I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat\nSwoon units by the pound and they natural black\n\nWithout a doubt, this is the place to be\nI see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G\nI sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze\nYou know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease\n\nSo nigga, please, full of the dread poetic\nThe sun moon sect in the house made to set it\nWith the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix\nAdd butter to the mec then jet to eighty six\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nYou better blow that shit out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blowing Down\n  artist: Digable Planets\n  album: Blowout Comb\n  duration_ms: 236847\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We always roll down, no doubt\n  At the funky side of ten spots\n\n  Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out\n  Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor\n  Move, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo\n  That play the mic like, wow\n\n  Walk with a cane, talk where the slang\n  Develop on crooklyn blocks which I walk\n  But our radius is the whole universe\n  Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush\n\n  Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile\n  Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor\n  She filled with sun visor, stat in the third\n  Love, love, everyday, that's my word\n  When I see your crew, I say that's them herbs\n  So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop\n\n  Fresh, lush black, slick\n  Right off the block, fat\n  No doubt we turns it out\n  'Cause we\n\n  Keep black movement and castle keep rockin'\n  Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots\n  Play in the corners and maybe even boogie\n  Till the sun come up or a gun come up\n\n  Shootin' at the breeze the local emcees\n  Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here\n  'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  Black on time been still layin' like I said\n  Under the screen, be a eight wonder\n  So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist\n  Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue\n\n  Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty\n  Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit\n  Next, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner\n  On the nova, so no water goes south\n\n  So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor\n  Mecca got soul livin' so, livin' so\n  Shot open on my left just in time\n  No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it's cool\n\n  In a sense we smoother than oils contents\n  Loyal to the kick drum like flavor\n  Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid\n  Yes, nickel type fresh\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  We always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt\n  For the funky side of town, no doubt\n  Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all\n  We always blow out, check it out\n  For the funky side of town, no doubt, word\n\n  We gets liver than any eighty fiver\n  And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn\n  Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter\n  'Cause I stimulate life and matter\n\n  When I spread my wings, I dos my thing\n  'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king\n  So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat\n  Swoon units by the pound and they natural black\n\n  Without a doubt, this is the place to be\n  I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G\n  I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze\n  You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease\n\n  So nigga, please, full of the dread poetic\n  The sun moon sect in the house made to set it\n  With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix\n  Add butter to the mec then jet to eighty six\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  You better blow that shit out\n"},{"id":21257114,"name":"Blowing Down","trackName":"Blowing Down","artistName":"Digable Planets","albumName":"Blowout Comb (Japan Release)","duration":231.2,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We always roll down, no doubt\nAt the funky side of ten spots\n\nDash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out\nPretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor\nMove, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo\nThat play the mic like, wow\n\nWalk with a cane, talk where the slang\nDevelop on crooklyn blocks which I walk\nBut our radius is the whole universe\nKiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush\n\nCheese dime, let me try her, gold smile\nFro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor\nShe filled with sun visor, stat in the third\nLove, love, everyday, that's my word\nWhen I see your crew, I say that's them herbs\nSo blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop\n\nFresh, lush black, slick\nRight off the block, fat\nNo doubt we turns it out\n'Cause we\n\nKeep black movement and castle keep rockin'\nPlus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots\nPlay in the corners and maybe even boogie\nTill the sun come up or a gun come up\n\nShootin' at the breeze the local emcees\nStylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here\n'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nBlack on time been still layin' like I said\nUnder the screen, be a eight wonder\nSo for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist\nFit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue\n\nCorner flyin' it into a forty, twenty\nBrothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit\nNext, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner\nOn the nova, so no water goes south\n\nSo see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor\nMecca got soul livin' so, livin' so\nShot open on my left just in time\nNo we finger pops it to a liter, whet it's cool\n\nIn a sense we smoother than oils contents\nLoyal to the kick drum like flavor\nBounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid\nYes, nickel type fresh\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nWe always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt\nFor the funky side of town, no doubt\nYes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all\nWe always blow out, check it out\nFor the funky side of town, no doubt, word\n\nWe gets liver than any eighty fiver\nAnd the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn\nEvery crews badder, we choose to rack fatter\n'Cause I stimulate life and matter\n\nWhen I spread my wings, I dos my thing\n'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king\nSo I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat\nSwoon units by the pound and they natural black\n\nWithout a doubt, this is the place to be\nI see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G\nI sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze\nYou know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease\n\nSo nigga, please, full of the dread poetic\nThe sun moon sect in the house made to set it\nWith the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix\nAdd butter to the mec then jet to eighty six\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nYou better blow that shit out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blowing Down\n  artist: Digable Planets\n  album: Blowout Comb (Japan Release)\n  duration_ms: 231200\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We always roll down, no doubt\n  At the funky side of ten spots\n\n  Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out\n  Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor\n  Move, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo\n  That play the mic like, wow\n\n  Walk with a cane, talk where the slang\n  Develop on crooklyn blocks which I walk\n  But our radius is the whole universe\n  Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush\n\n  Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile\n  Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor\n  She filled with sun visor, stat in the third\n  Love, love, everyday, that's my word\n  When I see your crew, I say that's them herbs\n  So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop\n\n  Fresh, lush black, slick\n  Right off the block, fat\n  No doubt we turns it out\n  'Cause we\n\n  Keep black movement and castle keep rockin'\n  Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots\n  Play in the corners and maybe even boogie\n  Till the sun come up or a gun come up\n\n  Shootin' at the breeze the local emcees\n  Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here\n  'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  Black on time been still layin' like I said\n  Under the screen, be a eight wonder\n  So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist\n  Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue\n\n  Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty\n  Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit\n  Next, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner\n  On the nova, so no water goes south\n\n  So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor\n  Mecca got soul livin' so, livin' so\n  Shot open on my left just in time\n  No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it's cool\n\n  In a sense we smoother than oils contents\n  Loyal to the kick drum like flavor\n  Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid\n  Yes, nickel type fresh\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  We always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt\n  For the funky side of town, no doubt\n  Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all\n  We always blow out, check it out\n  For the funky side of town, no doubt, word\n\n  We gets liver than any eighty fiver\n  And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn\n  Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter\n  'Cause I stimulate life and matter\n\n  When I spread my wings, I dos my thing\n  'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king\n  So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat\n  Swoon units by the pound and they natural black\n\n  Without a doubt, this is the place to be\n  I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G\n  I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze\n  You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease\n\n  So nigga, please, full of the dread poetic\n  The sun moon sect in the house made to set it\n  With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix\n  Add butter to the mec then jet to eighty six\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  You better blow that shit out\n"},{"id":34872990,"name":"Blowing Down","trackName":"Blowing Down","artistName":"Digable Planets","albumName":"Blowout Comb","duration":4.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We always roll down, no doubt\nAt the funky side of ten spots\n\nDash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out\nPretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor\nMove, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo\nThat play the mic like, wow\n\nWalk with a cane, talk where the slang\nDevelop on crooklyn blocks which I walk\nBut our radius is the whole universe\nKiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush\n\nCheese dime, let me try her, gold smile\nFro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor\nShe filled with sun visor, stat in the third\nLove, love, everyday, that's my word\nWhen I see your crew, I say that's them herbs\nSo blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop\n\nFresh, lush black, slick\nRight off the block, fat\nNo doubt we turns it out\n'Cause we\n\nKeep black movement and castle keep rockin'\nPlus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots\nPlay in the corners and maybe even boogie\nTill the sun come up or a gun come up\n\nShootin' at the breeze the local emcees\nStylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here\n'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nBlack on time been still layin' like I said\nUnder the screen, be a eight wonder\nSo for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist\nFit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue\n\nCorner flyin' it into a forty, twenty\nBrothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit\nNext, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner\nOn the nova, so no water goes south\n\nSo see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor\nMecca got soul livin' so, livin' so\nShot open on my left just in time\nNo we finger pops it to a liter, whet it's cool\n\nIn a sense we smoother than oils contents\nLoyal to the kick drum like flavor\nBounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid\nYes, nickel type fresh\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nWe always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt\nFor the funky side of town, no doubt\nYes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all\nWe always blow out, check it out\nFor the funky side of town, no doubt, word\n\nWe gets liver than any eighty fiver\nAnd the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn\nEvery crews badder, we choose to rack fatter\n'Cause I stimulate life and matter\n\nWhen I spread my wings, I dos my thing\n'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king\nSo I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat\nSwoon units by the pound and they natural black\n\nWithout a doubt, this is the place to be\nI see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G\nI sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze\nYou know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease\n\nSo nigga, please, full of the dread poetic\nThe sun moon sect in the house made to set it\nWith the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix\nAdd butter to the mec then jet to eighty six\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nYou better blow that shit out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blowing Down\n  artist: Digable Planets\n  album: Blowout Comb\n  duration_ms: 4000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We always roll down, no doubt\n  At the funky side of ten spots\n\n  Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out\n  Pretenders bent out and ready to do my splendor\n  Move, move the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo\n  That play the mic like, wow\n\n  Walk with a cane, talk where the slang\n  Develop on crooklyn blocks which I walk\n  But our radius is the whole universe\n  Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush\n\n  Cheese dime, let me try her, gold smile\n  Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun visor\n  She filled with sun visor, stat in the third\n  Love, love, everyday, that's my word\n  When I see your crew, I say that's them herbs\n  So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop\n\n  Fresh, lush black, slick\n  Right off the block, fat\n  No doubt we turns it out\n  'Cause we\n\n  Keep black movement and castle keep rockin'\n  Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots\n  Play in the corners and maybe even boogie\n  Till the sun come up or a gun come up\n\n  Shootin' at the breeze the local emcees\n  Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here\n  'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  Black on time been still layin' like I said\n  Under the screen, be a eight wonder\n  So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist\n  Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue\n\n  Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty\n  Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit\n  Next, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner\n  On the nova, so no water goes south\n\n  So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor\n  Mecca got soul livin' so, livin' so\n  Shot open on my left just in time\n  No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it's cool\n\n  In a sense we smoother than oils contents\n  Loyal to the kick drum like flavor\n  Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid\n  Yes, nickel type fresh\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  We always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt\n  For the funky side of town, no doubt\n  Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all\n  We always blow out, check it out\n  For the funky side of town, no doubt, word\n\n  We gets liver than any eighty fiver\n  And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn\n  Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter\n  'Cause I stimulate life and matter\n\n  When I spread my wings, I dos my thing\n  'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king\n  So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat\n  Swoon units by the pound and they natural black\n\n  Without a doubt, this is the place to be\n  I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G\n  I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze\n  You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease\n\n  So nigga, please, full of the dread poetic\n  The sun moon sect in the house made to set it\n  With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix\n  Add butter to the mec then jet to eighty six\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  You 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we\n\nKeep black movement and castle keep rockin'\nPlus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots\nPlay in the corners and maybe even boogie\nTill the sun come up or a gun come up\n\nShootin' at the breeze the local emcees\nStylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here\n'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nBlack on time been still layin' like I said\nUnder the screen, be a eight wonder\nSo for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist\nFit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue\n\nCorner flyin' it into a forty, twenty\nBrothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit\nNext, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner\nOn the nova, so no water goes south\n\nSo see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor\nMecca got soul livin' so, livin' so\nShot open on my left just in time\nNo we finger pops it to a liter, whet it's cool\n\nIn a sense we 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Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty\n  Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit\n  Next, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner\n  On the nova, so no water goes south\n\n  So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor\n  Mecca got soul livin' so, livin' so\n  Shot open on my left just in time\n  No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it's cool\n\n  In a sense we smoother than oils contents\n  Loyal to the kick drum like flavor\n  Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid\n  Yes, nickel type fresh\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  We always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt\n  For the funky side of town, no doubt\n  Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all\n  We always blow out, check it out\n  For the funky side of town, no doubt, word\n\n  We gets liver than any eighty fiver\n  And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn\n  Every crews badder, we choose to 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the sun come up or a gun come up\n\nShootin' at the breeze the local emcees\nStylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here\n'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'\n\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\nBlowin' out, blowin' out\n\nBlack on time been still layin' like I said\nUnder the screen, be a eight wonder\nSo for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist\nFit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue\n\nCorner flyin' it into a forty, twenty\nBrothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit\nNext, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner\nOn the nova, so no water goes south\n\nSo see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor\nMecca got soul livin' so, livin' so\nShot open on my left just in time\nNo we finger pops it to a liter, whet it's cool\n\nIn a sense we smoother than oils contents\nLoyal to the kick drum like flavor\nBounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid\nYes, nickel type fresh\n\nBlowin' out, 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everyday, that's my word\n  When I see your crew, I say that's them herbs\n  So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop\n\n  Fresh, lush black, slick\n  Right off the block, fat\n  No doubt we turns it out\n  'Cause we\n\n  Keep black movement and castle keep rockin'\n  Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots\n  Play in the corners and maybe even boogie\n  Till the sun come up or a gun come up\n\n  Shootin' at the breeze the local emcees\n  Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here\n  'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  Black on time been still layin' like I said\n  Under the screen, be a eight wonder\n  So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist\n  Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue\n\n  Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty\n  Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit\n  Next, I'm hittin', so I can step sooner\n  On the nova, so no water goes south\n\n  So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a flesh vendor\n  Mecca got soul livin' so, livin' so\n  Shot open on my left just in time\n  No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it's cool\n\n  In a sense we smoother than oils contents\n  Loyal to the kick drum like flavor\n  Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it fluid\n  Yes, nickel type fresh\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  We always blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt\n  For the funky side of town, no doubt\n  Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes, y'all\n  We always blow out, check it out\n  For the funky side of town, no doubt, word\n\n  We gets liver than any eighty fiver\n  And the funk pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn\n  Every crews badder, we choose to rack fatter\n  'Cause I stimulate life and matter\n\n  When I spread my wings, I dos my thing\n  'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zooloo king\n  So I swing with my crew to where the beats be fat\n  Swoon units by the pound and they natural black\n\n  Without a doubt, this is the place to be\n  I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G\n  I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze\n  You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease\n\n  So nigga, please, full of the dread poetic\n  The sun moon sect in the house made to set it\n  With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix\n  Add butter to the mec then jet to eighty six\n\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n  Blowin' out, blowin' out\n\n  You better blow that shit out\n"}]