[{"id":2301822,"name":"Underground","trackName":"Underground","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Business As Usual","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refrain:\n[Comin' straight from the underground] 4x\n\nErick sermon:\nAs I pump up a brand new funk swing,\nAnd bring back the chill of thrill from b.b. king.\nOld fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a mc,\nI bust a grill, and the reaction I check,\nInspect, make sure the head's wrecked;\n[Crunch] snap a neck for some live effects.\nA machine, my functioning, that's mean.\nI stay together, my man, like al green.\nI'm a slayer, the e-r-i-c-k and I'm back\nTo attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' jack.\nBoom, I'm buckwild when I'm stoned,\nI close only one eye like a cyclone.\nSo I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone,\nSummer to my benz that's outlined in chrome.\nI'm the grand royal mc, I'm no joke.\nI hit like a phillie blunt when it's toked.\nI smoke, an mc well-done, he gets done.\nI'm knockin' out wack mcs like michael nunn.\nFull-power, one punch, crunch, I'm throwin' bolos.\nI'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo.\nI'm packed when it's time to get down.\nCuz erick sermon's comin' straight from the underground...\n\nRefrain 4x\n\nPmd:\nOkie dokie.my mind gets slow-pokey when I toke the\nBull from a phillie blunt and I hope me\nOld gold is cold when I pop the cap.\nTake a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack.\nCuz I'm too smooth, pay my dues, and can't lose.\nI'm top gun, pullin' bitches like tom cruise.\nAnd my main man, d-wade, still gets paid.\nAnd in the off-season, we vacate in the shade.\nSo all hail the mary, crack the moet,\nBlast the boom-box, then act like george and jet-son.\nCuz my style, similar to tae kwon do, but hey-yo,\nI don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows\nTo the funk track, with 808 drops for prop the top\nOf druggin' or thuggin, d.t.s or cops.\nI say, no to blow and yes to cess and I suggest\nYou put a buck on lotto, and if you win, you should invest\nIn a new grill, bill, cuz I rock non- until\nThe fat lady sings, or brooklyn starts to ill.\nThere's a fat chance, with the brother bistro,\nCuz I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo.\nThere's no time to stop, so p keep on steppin'\nOn the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon.\nThat I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wild.\nOne slug to the head, mafioso style.\nYou catch a universal beat down with sounds that pound,\nWatch yourself son, I'm comin' straight from the underground.\n\nRefrain 2x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Underground\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Business As Usual\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Refrain:\n  [Comin' straight from the underground] 4x\n\n  Erick sermon:\n  As I pump up a brand new funk swing,\n  And bring back the chill of thrill from b.b. king.\n  Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a mc,\n  I bust a grill, and the reaction I check,\n  Inspect, make sure the head's wrecked;\n  [Crunch] snap a neck for some live effects.\n  A machine, my functioning, that's mean.\n  I stay together, my man, like al green.\n  I'm a slayer, the e-r-i-c-k and I'm back\n  To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' jack.\n  Boom, I'm buckwild when I'm stoned,\n  I close only one eye like a cyclone.\n  So I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone,\n  Summer to my benz that's outlined in chrome.\n  I'm the grand royal mc, I'm no joke.\n  I hit like a phillie blunt when it's toked.\n  I smoke, an mc well-done, he gets done.\n  I'm knockin' out wack mcs like michael nunn.\n  Full-power, one punch, crunch, I'm throwin' bolos.\n  I'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo.\n  I'm packed when it's time to get down.\n  Cuz erick sermon's comin' straight from the underground...\n\n  Refrain 4x\n\n  Pmd:\n  Okie dokie.my mind gets slow-pokey when I toke the\n  Bull from a phillie blunt and I hope me\n  Old gold is cold when I pop the cap.\n  Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack.\n  Cuz I'm too smooth, pay my dues, and can't lose.\n  I'm top gun, pullin' bitches like tom cruise.\n  And my main man, d-wade, still gets paid.\n  And in the off-season, we vacate in the shade.\n  So all hail the mary, crack the moet,\n  Blast the boom-box, then act like george and jet-son.\n  Cuz my style, similar to tae kwon do, but hey-yo,\n  I don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows\n  To the funk track, with 808 drops for prop the top\n  Of druggin' or thuggin, d.t.s or cops.\n  I say, no to blow and yes to cess and I suggest\n  You put a buck on lotto, and if you win, you should invest\n  In a new grill, bill, cuz I rock non- until\n  The fat lady sings, or brooklyn starts to ill.\n  There's a fat chance, with the brother bistro,\n  Cuz I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo.\n  There's no time to stop, so p keep on steppin'\n  On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon.\n  That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wild.\n  One slug to the head, mafioso style.\n  You catch a universal beat down with sounds that pound,\n  Watch yourself son, I'm comin' straight from the underground.\n\n  Refrain 2x\n"},{"id":22738421,"name":"Underground","trackName":"Underground","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Business As Usual (Japan Remastered)","duration":200.2,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Refrain:\n[Comin' straight from the underground] 4x\n\nErick sermon:\nAs I pump up a brand new funk swing,\nAnd bring back the chill of thrill from b.b. king.\nOld fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a mc,\nI bust a grill, and the reaction I check,\nInspect, make sure the head's wrecked;\n[Crunch] snap a neck for some live effects.\nA machine, my functioning, that's mean.\nI stay together, my man, like al green.\nI'm a slayer, the e-r-i-c-k and I'm back\nTo attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' jack.\nBoom, I'm buckwild when I'm stoned,\nI close only one eye like a cyclone.\nSo I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone,\nSummer to my benz that's outlined in chrome.\nI'm the grand royal mc, I'm no joke.\nI hit like a phillie blunt when it's toked.\nI smoke, an mc well-done, he gets done.\nI'm knockin' out wack mcs like michael nunn.\nFull-power, one punch, crunch, I'm throwin' bolos.\nI'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo.\nI'm packed when it's time to get down.\nCuz erick sermon's comin' straight from the underground...\n\nRefrain 4x\n\nPmd:\nOkie dokie.my mind gets slow-pokey when I toke the\nBull from a phillie blunt and I hope me\nOld gold is cold when I pop the cap.\nTake a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack.\nCuz I'm too smooth, pay my dues, and can't lose.\nI'm top gun, pullin' bitches like tom cruise.\nAnd my main man, d-wade, still gets paid.\nAnd in the off-season, we vacate in the shade.\nSo all hail the mary, crack the moet,\nBlast the boom-box, then act like george and jet-son.\nCuz my style, similar to tae kwon do, but hey-yo,\nI don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows\nTo the funk track, with 808 drops for prop the top\nOf druggin' or thuggin, d.t.s or cops.\nI say, no to blow and yes to cess and I suggest\nYou put a buck on lotto, and if you win, you should invest\nIn a new grill, bill, cuz I rock non- until\nThe fat lady sings, or brooklyn starts to ill.\nThere's a fat chance, with the brother bistro,\nCuz I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo.\nThere's no time to stop, so p keep on steppin'\nOn the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon.\nThat I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wild.\nOne slug to the head, mafioso style.\nYou catch a universal beat down with sounds that pound,\nWatch yourself son, I'm comin' straight from the underground.\n\nRefrain 2x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Underground\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Business As Usual (Japan Remastered)\n  duration_ms: 200200\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Refrain:\n  [Comin' straight from the underground] 4x\n\n  Erick sermon:\n  As I pump up a brand new funk swing,\n  And bring back the chill of thrill from b.b. king.\n  Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a mc,\n  I bust a grill, and the reaction I check,\n  Inspect, make sure the head's wrecked;\n  [Crunch] snap a neck for some live effects.\n  A machine, my functioning, that's mean.\n  I stay together, my man, like al green.\n  I'm a slayer, the e-r-i-c-k and I'm back\n  To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' jack.\n  Boom, I'm buckwild when I'm stoned,\n  I close only one eye like a cyclone.\n  So I throw on my black shades that's rhinestone,\n  Summer to my benz that's outlined in chrome.\n  I'm the grand royal mc, I'm no joke.\n  I hit like a phillie blunt when it's toked.\n  I smoke, an mc well-done, he gets done.\n  I'm knockin' out wack mcs like michael nunn.\n  Full-power, one punch, crunch, I'm throwin' bolos.\n  I'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo.\n  I'm packed when it's time to get down.\n  Cuz erick sermon's comin' straight from the underground...\n\n  Refrain 4x\n\n  Pmd:\n  Okie dokie.my mind gets slow-pokey when I toke the\n  Bull from a phillie blunt and I hope me\n  Old gold is cold when I pop the cap.\n  Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack.\n  Cuz I'm too smooth, pay my dues, and can't lose.\n  I'm top gun, pullin' bitches like tom cruise.\n  And my main man, d-wade, still gets paid.\n  And in the off-season, we vacate in the shade.\n  So all hail the mary, crack the moet,\n  Blast the boom-box, then act like george and jet-son.\n  Cuz my style, similar to tae kwon do, but hey-yo,\n  I don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows\n  To the funk track, with 808 drops for prop the top\n  Of druggin' or thuggin, d.t.s or cops.\n  I say, no to blow and yes to cess and I suggest\n  You put a buck on lotto, and if you win, you should invest\n  In a new grill, bill, cuz I rock non- until\n  The fat lady sings, or brooklyn starts to ill.\n  There's a fat chance, with the brother bistro,\n  Cuz I'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo.\n  There's no time to stop, so p keep on steppin'\n  On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon.\n  That I choose to squeeze when a brother acts wild.\n  One slug to the head, mafioso style.\n  You catch a universal beat down with sounds that pound,\n  Watch yourself son, I'm comin' straight from the underground.\n\n  Refrain 2x\n"}]