[{"id":40234413,"name":"Where I’m From (remix)","trackName":"Where I’m From (remix)","artistName":"Digable Planets","albumName":"Beyond the Spectrum: The Creamy Spy Chronicles","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Peace, peace, peace y'all\nStrange\nReal strange, real strange\nAn overdose, a nickel bag of funk\nNow move on, move on yeah\nHey man are you ready to go\n\nBoogie jive and rap is life where I'm from\nWhere I'm from, Ahmed play with Izzy where I'm from\nWhere I'm from, it be like run your coat black\nJupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack\nWhere I'm from, nappy hair is life\nWe be reading Marx where I'm from\nThe kids be rocking Clarks where I'm from\nYou turn around your cap, you talk over a beat\nAnd dig some sounds booming out a jeep\nWhere I'm from, cocoons hide the youth, swoon units hundred proof\nYou want some beef, they will cut you some where I'm from\nThe beats is infinite where I'm from\nVoodoo, ashubani, gangsta lean where I'm from\nI'm interplanetary, my insect movements vary\nIt's kinky if it's hair, G where I'm from\nThe fire hoses blow\nIt's purple when it snow\nI do a hit and go, split\nIt's hip, what's hip\nWhen hip is just the norm\nCause Planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all its forms\nThe kinks, the dance, the prints in all the shirts\nMy grandmother told my Mama that it's Africa at work\nOn vibes, we freak, them universal beats\nYou find it at the spot you hit at ends of every week\nWe twist, exist, to spin the maddest hits\nUp here funk is our neighbour so we paid her a visit\nThe lip we sip can't house the nine zips\nFor rock we can't do nothing, for this we come equipped\nOff disc, off tape, rap blasting til from eight\nThe really truly fat the fly on the flip\nCocoa gotta know, how Planets gotta roll\nSpeak the mega cool, get funky as a goal\nIt's calm, relax, we're only some new jacks\nThat acts from the funk but don't play the role\nWhere you from\n\nWeekend Dig Plans got T's where I'm from\nWhere I'm from, it's Clarence 13 where I'm from\nWhere I'm from, brothers took the beat and got fly\n(Why?) That's most asked by 85, where I'm from\nFaking the funk you get did\nProjects, tenements, pyramids where I'm from\nWe living off the boom boom crack\nIt's that hip-hop rockers, jazz when I max\nPeace be the greeting of the insect tribe\nPestilent forces can't catch the vibe\nWe live to love and we love to rock mics\nWe speak in ghetto tongue cause ghetto's the life\nFood for thought so get a buffet plate\nSo just watch me step alone, into the sunset\nLeft foot right foot 1-2 mic check\nBrewing funk inside my soul kitchen\nSo pull up a chair, here's a bib, have a listen\nOf hardhead intervene, damn I know you're fluent\nYeah, cause Doodle ain't having it and Butterfly knew it\nWhere you from\n\nVenus acts a fool at the square right, yeah\nDoctors engineer in a pair right, yeah\nHip-hop made a point last year right, yeah\nBut Planets is the joint this year right, yeah\nPlanets got the dubs and live to grass-hop\nDuck out from the fuzz, that sweat the hip-hop\nRising like we foam, get it from the dome\nI'm from where the fat beats stretch for mad blocks\nWe can get a kit, without no thread\nFeeling funky beats go straight to the head\nFall into a club, dig on what we love\nIt be past six before we reach bed\nButter freaks on relics we say those are fat\nDoodle, Mecc, and Silk, the quad where it's at\nWe need to stack a sack, for rap to take us dap\nSo we treat our clips, just like busting caps\nRip it till dawn, kick it till dawn\nHip-Hop is the fix or else we be gone\nPeople thought they canned it\nRap is not by bandits\nDigable Planets got it going on\n\nEverywhere, every every where, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Where I’m From (remix)\n  artist: Digable Planets\n  album: 'Beyond the Spectrum: The Creamy Spy Chronicles'\n  duration_ms: 286000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Peace, peace, peace y'all\n  Strange\n  Real strange, real strange\n  An overdose, a nickel bag of funk\n  Now move on, move on yeah\n  Hey man are you ready to go\n\n  Boogie jive and rap is life where I'm from\n  Where I'm from, Ahmed play with Izzy where I'm from\n  Where I'm from, it be like run your coat black\n  Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack\n  Where I'm from, nappy hair is life\n  We be reading Marx where I'm from\n  The kids be rocking Clarks where I'm from\n  You turn around your cap, you talk over a beat\n  And dig some sounds booming out a jeep\n  Where I'm from, cocoons hide the youth, swoon units hundred proof\n  You want some beef, they will cut you some where I'm from\n  The beats is infinite where I'm from\n  Voodoo, ashubani, gangsta lean where I'm from\n  I'm interplanetary, my insect movements vary\n  It's kinky if it's hair, G where I'm from\n  The fire hoses blow\n  It's purple when it snow\n  I do a hit and go, split\n  It's hip, what's hip\n  When hip is just the norm\n  Cause Planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all its forms\n  The kinks, the dance, the prints in all the shirts\n  My grandmother told my Mama that it's Africa at work\n  On vibes, we freak, them universal beats\n  You find it at the spot you hit at ends of every week\n  We twist, exist, to spin the maddest hits\n  Up here funk is our neighbour so we paid her a visit\n  The lip we sip can't house the nine zips\n  For rock we can't do nothing, for this we come equipped\n  Off disc, off tape, rap blasting til from eight\n  The really truly fat the fly on the flip\n  Cocoa gotta know, how Planets gotta roll\n  Speak the mega cool, get funky as a goal\n  It's calm, relax, we're only some new jacks\n  That acts from the funk but don't play the role\n  Where you from\n\n  Weekend Dig Plans got T's where I'm from\n  Where I'm from, it's Clarence 13 where I'm from\n  Where I'm from, brothers took the beat and got fly\n  (Why?) That's most asked by 85, where I'm from\n  Faking the funk you get did\n  Projects, tenements, pyramids where I'm from\n  We living off the boom boom crack\n  It's that hip-hop rockers, jazz when I max\n  Peace be the greeting of the insect tribe\n  Pestilent forces can't catch the vibe\n  We live to love and we love to rock mics\n  We speak in ghetto tongue cause ghetto's the life\n  Food for thought so get a buffet plate\n  So just watch me step alone, into the sunset\n  Left foot right foot 1-2 mic check\n  Brewing funk inside my soul kitchen\n  So pull up a chair, here's a bib, have a listen\n  Of hardhead intervene, damn I know you're fluent\n  Yeah, cause Doodle ain't having it and Butterfly knew it\n  Where you from\n\n  Venus acts a fool at the square right, yeah\n  Doctors engineer in a pair right, yeah\n  Hip-hop made a point last year right, yeah\n  But Planets is the joint this year right, yeah\n  Planets got the dubs and live to grass-hop\n  Duck out from the fuzz, that sweat the hip-hop\n  Rising like we foam, get it from the dome\n  I'm from where the fat beats stretch for mad blocks\n  We can get a kit, without no thread\n  Feeling funky beats go straight to the head\n  Fall into a club, dig on what we love\n  It be past six before we reach bed\n  Butter freaks on relics we say those are fat\n  Doodle, Mecc, and Silk, the quad where it's at\n  We need to stack a sack, for rap to take us dap\n  So we treat our clips, just like busting caps\n  Rip it till dawn, kick it till dawn\n  Hip-Hop is the fix or else we be gone\n  People thought they canned it\n  Rap is not by bandits\n  Digable Planets got it going on\n\n  Everywhere, every every where, yeah\n"}]