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era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul\nTo go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold\n(To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD\nI'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri\nFunk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls\nI know your head is bobbin cuz the neck knows\n(Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill\nTrying to chill, saying \"damn, it be great to sell a mill\"\nThats when the mind switch to the pop tip\n(Kid, you're gonna be large)\nYea right, that's what the company kicks\nForget the black crowds, you're wack now\nIn a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foul\nI speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw)\nI'm outta here, catch me chillin on my next tour\nFrom the US to the white cliffs of Dover\nStrictly underground funk, keep the crossover\n\nThe crossover\n\n(Erick Sermon)\n(So what cha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel\nYou know you should be rocking the fans wit something diezel\nBut you insist to piss me off black\nSo I flex the biceps so I can push em back\nSo real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it\nAnd all sucker MC's duck down and get the message\nSo ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me\n(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me\n\n(PMD)\nAnother megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder\n(So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)\n(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you over\nOutta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)\nWhat a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout\nCuz you got gassed and took the wrong route\nCame on the scene, chillin, freakin a funky dope line\nBut when they finish wit you (beep) flatline\nSome say there's no business like show business\nBut if this the truth, please explain why is this\nRappers been around long, makin mad noise you see\nStill I haven't seen one rapper livin comfortably\nNo time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover\nI stick to underground, keep the crossover\n\nThe crossover","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.73] (Erick Sermon)\n[00:16.36] Erick Sermon's in the house\n[00:18.90] Let's get up, let's get down\n[00:20.87] Roll wit the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound\n[00:23.18] Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material\n[00:25.91] So simple, when I rock wit the instrumental\n[00:28.67] Who am I (E-D the Green Eyed Bandit)\n[00:30.80] Control my career so I can never get stranded\n[00:33.55] But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian\n[00:35.74] Changed up they style, from jeans to suits and\n[00:37.95] Thinkin about a pop record, somethin made for the station\n[00:41.17] For a whole new relation-\n[00:42.97] Ship of a new type of scene\n[00:44.94] To go platinum and clock mad green\n[00:47.47] AKA, a sellout, the rap definition\n[00:50.27] Get off that boy, change your mission\n[00:52.28] Come back around the block\n[00:53.93] Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock\n[00:57.03] Let them know your logo, not a black thing\n[00:59.38] My background sing, my background sing for the crossover\n[01:01.96] The Crossover\n[01:18.02] (PMD)\n[01:20.07] The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul\n[01:22.82] To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold\n[01:25.16] (To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD\n[01:27.60] I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri\n[01:30.07] Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls\n[01:32.33] I know your head is bobbin cuz the neck knows\n[01:34.86] (Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill\n[01:37.66] Trying to chill, saying \"damn, it be great to sell a mill\"\n[01:39.31] Thats when the mind switch to the pop tip\n[01:41.19] (Kid, you're gonna be large)\n[01:42.53] Yea right, that's what the company kicks\n[01:44.42] Forget the black crowds, you're wack now\n[01:46.27] In a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foul\n[01:49.22] I speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw)\n[01:51.53] I'm outta here, catch me chillin on my next tour\n[01:54.04] From the US to the white cliffs of Dover\n[01:56.43] Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover\n[01:58.49] The crossover\n[02:15.39] (Erick Sermon)\n[02:16.99] (So what cha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel\n[02:19.66] You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diezel\n[02:22.06] But you insist to piss me off black\n[02:24.23] So I flex the biceps so I can push em back\n[02:26.84] So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it\n[02:28.94] And all sucker MC's duck down and get the message\n[02:31.22] So ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me\n[02:33.67] (Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me\n[02:35.98] (PMD)\n[02:36.40] Another megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder\n[02:38.64] (So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)\n[02:40.90] (Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you over\n[02:43.07] Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)\n[02:45.26] What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout\n[02:48.17] Cuz you got gassed and took the wrong route\n[02:50.27] Came on the scene, chillin, freakin a funky dope line\n[02:52.43] But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline\n[02:54.30] Some say there's no business like show business\n[02:57.83] But if this the truth, please explain why is this\n[02:59.80] Rappers been around long, makin mad noise you see\n[03:02.12] Still I haven't seen one rapper livin comfortably\n[03:04.63] No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover\n[03:07.04] I stick to underground, keep the crossover\n[03:17.84] The crossover\n[03:48.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Crossover\n artist: EPMD\n album: Best of EPMD\n duration_ms: 229000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Erick Sermon)\n start_ms: 11730\n end_ms: 16360\n- text: Erick Sermon's in the house\n start_ms: 16360\n end_ms: 18900\n- text: Let's get up, let's get down\n start_ms: 18900\n end_ms: 20870\n- text: Roll wit the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound\n start_ms: 20870\n end_ms: 23180\n- text: Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material\n start_ms: 23180\n end_ms: 25910\n- text: So simple, when I rock wit the instrumental\n 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insist to piss me off black\nSo I flex the biceps so I can push em back\nSo real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it\nAnd all sucker MC's duck down and get the message\nSo ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me\n(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me\n\n(PMD)\nAnother megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder\n(So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)\n(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you over\nOutta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)\nWhat a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout\nCuz you got gassed and took the wrong route\nCame on the scene, chillin, freakin a funky dope line\nBut when they finish wit you (beep) flatline\nSome say there's no business like show business\nBut if this the truth, please explain why is this\nRappers been around long, makin mad noise you see\nStill I haven't seen one rapper livin comfortably\nNo time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover\nI stick to underground, keep the crossover\n\nThe 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crossover\n\n The Crossover\n\n (PMD)\n The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul\n To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold\n (To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD\n I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri\n Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls\n I know your head is bobbin cuz the neck knows\n (Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill\n Trying to chill, saying \"damn, it be great to sell a mill\"\n Thats when the mind switch to the pop tip\n (Kid, you're gonna be large)\n Yea right, that's what the company kicks\n Forget the black crowds, you're wack now\n In a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foul\n I speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw)\n I'm outta here, catch me chillin on my next tour\n From the US to the white cliffs of Dover\n Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover\n\n The crossover\n\n (Erick Sermon)\n (So what cha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel\n You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diezel\n But you insist to piss me off black\n So I flex the biceps so I can push em back\n So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it\n And all sucker MC's duck down and get the message\n So ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me\n (Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me\n\n (PMD)\n Another megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder\n (So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)\n (Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you over\n Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)\n What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout\n Cuz you got gassed and took the wrong route\n Came on the scene, chillin, freakin a funky dope line\n But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline\n Some say there's no business like show business\n But if this the truth, please explain why is this\n Rappers been around long, makin mad noise you see\n Still I haven't seen one rapper livin comfortably\n No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover\n I stick to underground, keep the crossover\n\n 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(E-D the Green Eyed Bandit)\n\nControl my career so I can never get stranded\nBut the rest are gettin' Brand Nubian\nChanged up they style, from jeans to suits and\nThinking about a pop record, somethin' made for the station\nFor a whole new relation (yeah)\n\nShip of a new type of scene\nTo go platinum and clock mad green\nAKA, a sellout, the rap definition\nGet off that boy, change your mission\n\nCome back around the block\nPump Color Me Badd to the ah, ticktock\nLet them know your logo, not a black thing\nMy background sing, my background sing for the crossover\n\nWhatever you want (oh-oh)\nWhatever you need (he-hey)\nI wanna do it for you, I do\nThe crossover\nWhatever you want (oh-oh)\nWhatever you need (he-hey)\nI wanna do it for you, I do\n\nThe rap era's outta control, brother's sellin' their soul\nTo go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold\n(To who?) To pop and R'n'B, not the MD\nI'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri\nFunk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad rolls\n\nI know your head is bobbin' 'cause the neck knows\n(Not like other rappers) frontin' on they fans, they ill\nTrying to chill, saying \"Damn, it be great to sell a mill\"\nThat's when the mind switch to the pop tip\n\n(Kid, you're gonna be large)\nYeah right, that's what the company kicks\nForget the black crowds, you're wack now\nIn a zoot suit, frontin' black lookin' mad foul\n\nI speak for the hardcore (rough, rugged and raw)\nI'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next tour\nFrom the US to the white cliffs of Dover\nStrictly underground funk, keep the crossover\n\nWhatever you want (oh-oh)\nWhatever you need (he-hey)\nI wanna do it for you, I do\nCrossover\nWhatever you want (oh-oh)\nWhatever you need (he-hey)\nI wanna do it for you, I do\n\n(So whatcha sayin') you wanna go pop goes the weasel\nYou know you should be rocking the fans with something diesel\nBut you insist to piss me off black\nSo I flex the biceps so I can push 'em back\n\nSo real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it\nAnd all sucker MCs duck down and get the message\nSo ban the crossover, yo, who's with me?\n(Hit Squad) yeah, P, hit me\n\nAnother megablast funky dope style from cross yonder\n(So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)\n(Yo, from what?) The crossover, yeah, crossing you over\nOutta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)\n\nWhat a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout\n'Cause you got gassed and took the wrong route\nCame on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky dope line\nBut when they finish with you (beep) flatline\nSome say, \"There's no business like show business\"\n\nBut if that's the truth, please explain why is this\nRap has been around long, makin' mad noise, you see\nStill, I haven't seen one rapper livin' comfortably\nNo time to pick and wish on a four-leaf clover\nI stick to underground, keep the crossover\n\nWhatever you want (oh-oh)\nWhatever you need (he-hey)\nI wanna do it for you, I do\nCrossover\nWhatever you want (oh-oh)\nWhatever you need (he-hey)\nI wanna do it for you, I do","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] Whatever you want (oh-oh)\n[00:02.86] Whatever you need (he-hey)\n[00:05.17] I wanna do it for you, I do\n[00:09.75] Whatever you want (oh-oh)\n[00:12.36] Whatever you need (he-hey)\n[00:14.60] I wanna do it for you, I do\n[00:16.97] Erick Sermon's in the house\n[00:18.93] Let's get up, let's get down\n[00:20.90] Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound (yeah)\n[00:23.37] Let's get wit' this, mackadocious funk material\n[00:26.15] So simple, when I rock wit' the instrumental\n[00:28.72] Who am I? 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To pop and R'n'B, not the MD\n[01:27.68] I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri\n[01:30.23] Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad rolls\n[01:32.60] I know your head is bobbin' 'cause the neck knows\n[01:34.62] (Not like other rappers) frontin' on they fans, they ill\n[01:36.73] Trying to chill, saying \"Damn, it be great to sell a mill\"\n[01:39.18] That's when the mind switch to the pop tip\n[01:41.17] (Kid, you're gonna be large)\n[01:42.65] Yeah right, that's what the company kicks\n[01:44.49] Forget the black crowds, you're wack now\n[01:46.43] In a zoot suit, frontin' black lookin' mad foul\n[01:49.17] I speak for the hardcore (rough, rugged and raw)\n[01:51.56] I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next tour\n[01:53.85] From the US to the white cliffs of Dover\n[01:56.23] Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover\n[01:58.85] Whatever you want (oh-oh)\n[02:01.04] Whatever you need (he-hey)\n[02:03.30] I wanna do it for you, I do\n[02:06.96] Crossover\n[02:08.07] Whatever you want (oh-oh)\n[02:10.41] Whatever you need (he-hey)\n[02:12.78] I wanna do it for you, I do\n[02:17.15] (So whatcha sayin') you wanna go pop goes the weasel\n[02:19.42] You know you should be rocking the fans with something diesel\n[02:22.13] But you insist to piss me off black\n[02:24.22] So I flex the biceps so I can push 'em back\n[02:26.67] So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it\n[02:29.09] And all sucker MCs duck down and get the message\n[02:31.69] So ban the crossover, yo, who's with me?\n[02:33.79] (Hit Squad) yeah, P, hit me\n[02:36.02] Another megablast funky dope style from cross yonder\n[02:38.73] (So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)\n[02:40.78] (Yo, from what?) 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