[{"id":24875129,"name":"Props","trackName":"Props","artistName":"Fu-Schnickens","albumName":"F.U. Don't Take It Personal","duration":335.845417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Too express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nYo, check to your teepee, unzip, take a pee-pee\nBring out your popcorn, now the Fu-Schnicks (Ride!)\nI think I'll take my time and just mention in this rhyme\nF you, don't take it personal\nFirst of all, I'm talkin' 'bout you bros\nWho walk around like you're (Large!)\nWho think you're runnin' things like you're Charles in (Charge!)\nBut hound doggy, hound puppy, haven't you heard?\nYogi B and Boo Boo got a plan for Joey Zuzu\nThe guy with the fly samurai (Ay, yi, yi!)\nSick 'em boy, down boy, whoa horsey, whoa\nScammin' though they shouldn't, tryin' to move on Robin Hood\nBut they couldn't (Why?) Chillin' that night with Dwight Gooden\nDrivin' around town with the new sports car\nKumbaya, my Lord, oh kumbaya\n(You better believe, we come equipped)\nWith styles of course to make you flip\nWhile my new dip style potato whip\nWow, I grab the mic and tell a joke and zip from Robin Harris\nBust a fart in public and never feel embarrassed\n(I'm back, donkey!) Ooh, that's a killer\nI swing my rhymes like monkeys swing the vines and gorillas\nI hope you're ready, Grover, it's all over, Jehovah\nI thank the (Big God!) (Gather moon!)\nOrange stars and green clover 'cause\n\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nOne potato, two potato, three potato, four\nOG Corner, jack corner, comes the seckle (Score!)\nI'm a devil that boots honey bunch, unlimited crazy\nI stutter and stutter my styles are\nWeak in a while but I'm worsey daisy\nI'm a doofy daffodil from the hill, yet but still\n'Cause lyrical trick of a word is bigger, don't tap my beats\nDon't know my taste and you'll get obese, you don't know capisce\nI got the rhyme rug, son (What?)\nI'm Kenny, too, I'm penny, mohawk, I'm sloppy, I'm bumpy\nThe butt's so big, call me little pokey, Pooh\nMy brother, my dear, like Jiminy Cricket and David\nI conquer the rocks on the raw frontier\nBumpin' and jiggin' and jiggin' and bumpin'\nLike Freddy when I rumble, mic check and whoa\nMy yagi, my little yagi, Suki Saki, I be rockin'\nI'm merry, merry, merry, merry, merrily, always keep rhymes afloat\nI'm the ricky, ticky, ticky, tappy, the rickety, dragon steamboat\nLike Daffy Duck, I'ma quack us 'til I'm merry, oh, candy gravel\nI'm Mr. Whip and I'm whippin' up lyrics\nTo whippin' up whippersnappers\nStuck in the Seaside (Winder!), here's a (Reminder!)\nI'm b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad to the Barney bow\nYes, and I shipwreck and I wreck shop on a whole proper's microphone\nSo come on, fly guy, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee\n(Hasta la vista!), (Mamma mia!)\nTime to get my fly away 'cause it's\n\nTime to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nMy time to get on reconsider\nMoc's next, Rex was in effect, but it's time to collect\nProps, no doubt, 'nuff shout to the (Fu Crew!)\nReady, bitch? You go bye-bye to the lyrics, boo-hoo\nThe M-O-C is cultured, lyrics if you heard it\nCourt just said I'll puncture, the rootin' and tootin'\nIt's like I said the last time\nPhrases that I make, the selector rewind (Come again!)\nMy style's bein' filled with a taste of Asian\nTechniques and verbally, brothers never heard of me\nSoon to be large, like El DeBarge\nGood time for many, or one of plenty\nSend me to the store if your brain is on empty\nTest me (You wimpy!), you cannot heed, y'all\nStep too close and you just get (Ripped up!)\nRipped, it's over, your time is done\nThe M for Unity but vocab as one 'cause it's\n\nTime to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nA'ight, yo, yo, yo, yo\nLet me, let me say\nIt's truly grateful, right?\nYou know the group you want, right?\nRight\nAlright, cool\nA'ight, yo, yo, yo\nWe gotta give shout-outs to KMD\nWhat's up, Major?\nJahmal's team\nDee, Link, Lee R. B\nBob, Bob, O'Henry\nYo, yo, T-Funk is in the house, T\nKing M.B. M.O., yo, the Flavor Unit\nTakahhii, Inspectah Creeson\nYo, Squid, what's up, son?\nYo, yo, D, Uni\nNext, next, next\nYo, Willie Johnson in the house\nYo, yo, yo, to all the, everybody supportin' us, what's up?\nYo, my big brother Speedy, yo\nYo, yo, yo, yo, to my fuckin' children\nYo, Rasmus, Rasmus, FDR, what's up?\nCorbin, Thomas, yo, the Bush, the Bush, yo\nThe Bush is in the house\nPeace to Rada Correction\nYo, to the brothers in the operator booth, what's up?\nEverybody, Mama Duke\nYo, yo, yo, MTV Raps in the house\nChief Warden, Brooklyn Detention Center\nYo, Big Naaah, dudes\nYo, to the brothers who got loot\nAlright, we done, we done\nEverybody, we are very grateful, grateful\nThank you, me hungry, me gone, bye\nYo, to the brothers who make dinners\nEverybody, we out there on East and Parkway\nAll these steel bands\nYo, yo, yo, to all the, to all the, to all the, to all the\nAll the calypsonian\nTo all these steel band players\nYo, yo, yo, you can't forget all the storm hounds that's in the house\n'Cause a mad shout-out to the Captain Rocker\nWho's been helpin' me out and Chip Fu\nWho's been lookin' out like a Cub Scout\nI gotta give a mad shout-out to myself\nM-O-C on the prowl\nYo, you know what I'm sayin'?\nWait, wait, wait, like I'm messin' up\nShout-out to Chip Fu, Daisy, and everybody","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Props\n  artist: Fu-Schnickens\n  album: F.U. Don't Take It Personal\n  duration_ms: 335845\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  Yo, check to your teepee, unzip, take a pee-pee\n  Bring out your popcorn, now the Fu-Schnicks (Ride!)\n  I think I'll take my time and just mention in this rhyme\n  F you, don't take it personal\n  First of all, I'm talkin' 'bout you bros\n  Who walk around like you're (Large!)\n  Who think you're runnin' things like you're Charles in (Charge!)\n  But hound doggy, hound puppy, haven't you heard?\n  Yogi B and Boo Boo got a plan for Joey Zuzu\n  The guy with the fly samurai (Ay, yi, yi!)\n  Sick 'em boy, down boy, whoa horsey, whoa\n  Scammin' though they shouldn't, tryin' to move on Robin Hood\n  But they couldn't (Why?) Chillin' that night with Dwight Gooden\n  Drivin' around town with the new sports car\n  Kumbaya, my Lord, oh kumbaya\n  (You better believe, we come equipped)\n  With styles of course to make you flip\n  While my new dip style potato whip\n  Wow, I grab the mic and tell a joke and zip from Robin Harris\n  Bust a fart in public and never feel embarrassed\n  (I'm back, donkey!) Ooh, that's a killer\n  I swing my rhymes like monkeys swing the vines and gorillas\n  I hope you're ready, Grover, it's all over, Jehovah\n  I thank the (Big God!) (Gather moon!)\n  Orange stars and green clover 'cause\n\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  One potato, two potato, three potato, four\n  OG Corner, jack corner, comes the seckle (Score!)\n  I'm a devil that boots honey bunch, unlimited crazy\n  I stutter and stutter my styles are\n  Weak in a while but I'm worsey daisy\n  I'm a doofy daffodil from the hill, yet but still\n  'Cause lyrical trick of a word is bigger, don't tap my beats\n  Don't know my taste and you'll get obese, you don't know capisce\n  I got the rhyme rug, son (What?)\n  I'm Kenny, too, I'm penny, mohawk, I'm sloppy, I'm bumpy\n  The butt's so big, call me little pokey, Pooh\n  My brother, my dear, like Jiminy Cricket and David\n  I conquer the rocks on the raw frontier\n  Bumpin' and jiggin' and jiggin' and bumpin'\n  Like Freddy when I rumble, mic check and whoa\n  My yagi, my little yagi, Suki Saki, I be rockin'\n  I'm merry, merry, merry, merry, merrily, always keep rhymes afloat\n  I'm the ricky, ticky, ticky, tappy, the rickety, dragon steamboat\n  Like Daffy Duck, I'ma quack us 'til I'm merry, oh, candy gravel\n  I'm Mr. Whip and I'm whippin' up lyrics\n  To whippin' up whippersnappers\n  Stuck in the Seaside (Winder!), here's a (Reminder!)\n  I'm b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad to the Barney bow\n  Yes, and I shipwreck and I wreck shop on a whole proper's microphone\n  So come on, fly guy, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee\n  (Hasta la vista!), (Mamma mia!)\n  Time to get my fly away 'cause it's\n\n  Time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  My time to get on reconsider\n  Moc's next, Rex was in effect, but it's time to collect\n  Props, no doubt, 'nuff shout to the (Fu Crew!)\n  Ready, bitch? You go bye-bye to the lyrics, boo-hoo\n  The M-O-C is cultured, lyrics if you heard it\n  Court just said I'll puncture, the rootin' and tootin'\n  It's like I said the last time\n  Phrases that I make, the selector rewind (Come again!)\n  My style's bein' filled with a taste of Asian\n  Techniques and verbally, brothers never heard of me\n  Soon to be large, like El DeBarge\n  Good time for many, or one of plenty\n  Send me to the store if your brain is on empty\n  Test me (You wimpy!), you cannot heed, y'all\n  Step too close and you just get (Ripped up!)\n  Ripped, it's over, your time is done\n  The M for Unity but vocab as one 'cause it's\n\n  Time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n  A'ight, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  Let me, let me say\n  It's truly grateful, right?\n  You know the group you want, right?\n  Right\n  Alright, cool\n  A'ight, yo, yo, yo\n  We gotta give shout-outs to KMD\n  What's up, Major?\n  Jahmal's team\n  Dee, Link, Lee R. B\n  Bob, Bob, O'Henry\n  Yo, yo, T-Funk is in the house, T\n  King M.B. M.O., yo, the Flavor Unit\n  Takahhii, Inspectah Creeson\n  Yo, Squid, what's up, son?\n  Yo, yo, D, Uni\n  Next, next, next\n  Yo, Willie Johnson in the house\n  Yo, yo, yo, to all the, everybody supportin' us, what's up?\n  Yo, my big brother Speedy, yo\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, to my fuckin' children\n  Yo, Rasmus, Rasmus, FDR, what's up?\n  Corbin, Thomas, yo, the Bush, the Bush, yo\n  The Bush is in the house\n  Peace to Rada Correction\n  Yo, to the brothers in the operator booth, what's up?\n  Everybody, Mama Duke\n  Yo, yo, yo, MTV Raps in the house\n  Chief Warden, Brooklyn Detention Center\n  Yo, Big Naaah, dudes\n  Yo, to the brothers who got loot\n  Alright, we done, we done\n  Everybody, we are very grateful, grateful\n  Thank you, me hungry, me gone, bye\n  Yo, to the brothers who make dinners\n  Everybody, we out there on East and Parkway\n  All these steel bands\n  Yo, yo, yo, to all the, to all the, to all the, to all the\n  All the calypsonian\n  To all these steel band players\n  Yo, yo, yo, you can't forget all the storm hounds that's in the house\n  'Cause a mad shout-out to the Captain Rocker\n  Who's been helpin' me out and Chip Fu\n  Who's been lookin' out like a Cub Scout\n  I gotta give a mad shout-out to myself\n  M-O-C on the prowl\n  Yo, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  Wait, wait, wait, like I'm messin' up\n  Shout-out to Chip Fu, Daisy, and everybody\n"},{"id":29314050,"name":"Props","trackName":"Props","artistName":"Fu‐Schnickens","albumName":"F.U. “Don’t Take It Personal”","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Too express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nYo, check to your teepee, unzip, take a pee-pee\nBring out your popcorn, now the Fu-Schnicks (Ride!)\nI think I'll take my time and just mention in this rhyme\nF you, don't take it personal\nFirst of all, I'm talkin' 'bout you bros\nWho walk around like you're (Large!)\nWho think you're runnin' things like you're Charles in (Charge!)\nBut hound doggy, hound puppy, haven't you heard?\nYogi B and Boo Boo got a plan for Joey Zuzu\nThe guy with the fly samurai (Ay, yi, yi!)\nSick 'em boy, down boy, whoa horsey, whoa\nScammin' though they shouldn't, tryin' to move on Robin Hood\nBut they couldn't (Why?) Chillin' that night with Dwight Gooden\nDrivin' around town with the new sports car\nKumbaya, my Lord, oh kumbaya\n(You better believe, we come equipped)\nWith styles of course to make you flip\nWhile my new dip style potato whip\nWow, I grab the mic and tell a joke and zip from Robin Harris\nBust a fart in public and never feel embarrassed\n(I'm back, donkey!) Ooh, that's a killer\nI swing my rhymes like monkeys swing the vines and gorillas\nI hope you're ready, Grover, it's all over, Jehovah\nI thank the (Big God!) (Gather moon!)\nOrange stars and green clover 'cause\n\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nOne potato, two potato, three potato, four\nOG Corner, jack corner, comes the seckle (Score!)\nI'm a devil that boots honey bunch, unlimited crazy\nI stutter and stutter my styles are\nWeak in a while but I'm worsey daisy\nI'm a doofy daffodil from the hill, yet but still\n'Cause lyrical trick of a word is bigger, don't tap my beats\nDon't know my taste and you'll get obese, you don't know capisce\nI got the rhyme rug, son (What?)\nI'm Kenny, too, I'm penny, mohawk, I'm sloppy, I'm bumpy\nThe butt's so big, call me little pokey, Pooh\nMy brother, my dear, like Jiminy Cricket and David\nI conquer the rocks on the raw frontier\nBumpin' and jiggin' and jiggin' and bumpin'\nLike Freddy when I rumble, mic check and whoa\nMy yagi, my little yagi, Suki Saki, I be rockin'\nI'm merry, merry, merry, merry, merrily, always keep rhymes afloat\nI'm the ricky, ticky, ticky, tappy, the rickety, dragon steamboat\nLike Daffy Duck, I'ma quack us 'til I'm merry, oh, candy gravel\nI'm Mr. Whip and I'm whippin' up lyrics\nTo whippin' up whippersnappers\nStuck in the Seaside (Winder!), here's a (Reminder!)\nI'm b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad to the Barney bow\nYes, and I shipwreck and I wreck shop on a whole proper's microphone\nSo come on, fly guy, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee\n(Hasta la vista!), (Mamma mia!)\nTime to get my fly away 'cause it's\n\nTime to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nMy time to get on reconsider\nMoc's next, Rex was in effect, but it's time to collect\nProps, no doubt, 'nuff shout to the (Fu Crew!)\nReady, bitch? You go bye-bye to the lyrics, boo-hoo\nThe M-O-C is cultured, lyrics if you heard it\nCourt just said I'll puncture, the rootin' and tootin'\nIt's like I said the last time\nPhrases that I make, the selector rewind (Come again!)\nMy style's bein' filled with a taste of Asian\nTechniques and verbally, brothers never heard of me\nSoon to be large, like El DeBarge\nGood time for many, or one of plenty\nSend me to the store if your brain is on empty\nTest me (You wimpy!), you cannot heed, y'all\nStep too close and you just get (Ripped up!)\nRipped, it's over, your time is done\nThe M for Unity but vocab as one 'cause it's\n\nTime to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nA'ight, yo, yo, yo, yo\nLet me, let me say\nIt's truly grateful, right?\nYou know the group you want, right?\nRight\nAlright, cool\nA'ight, yo, yo, yo\nWe gotta give shout-outs to KMD\nWhat's up, Major?\nJahmal's team\nDee, Link, Lee R. B\nBob, Bob, O'Henry\nYo, yo, T-Funk is in the house, T\nKing M.B. M.O., yo, the Flavor Unit\nTakahhii, Inspectah Creeson\nYo, Squid, what's up, son?\nYo, yo, D, Uni\nNext, next, next\nYo, Willie Johnson in the house\nYo, yo, yo, to all the, everybody supportin' us, what's up?\nYo, my big brother Speedy, yo\nYo, yo, yo, yo, to my fuckin' children\nYo, Rasmus, Rasmus, FDR, what's up?\nCorbin, Thomas, yo, the Bush, the Bush, yo\nThe Bush is in the house\nPeace to Rada Correction\nYo, to the brothers in the operator booth, what's up?\nEverybody, Mama Duke\nYo, yo, yo, MTV Raps in the house\nChief Warden, Brooklyn Detention Center\nYo, Big Naaah, dudes\nYo, to the brothers who got loot\nAlright, we done, we done\nEverybody, we are very grateful, grateful\nThank you, me hungry, me gone, bye\nYo, to the brothers who make dinners\nEverybody, we out there on East and Parkway\nAll these steel bands\nYo, yo, yo, to all the, to all the, to all the, to all the\nAll the calypsonian\nTo all these steel band players\nYo, yo, yo, you can't forget all the storm hounds that's in the house\n'Cause a mad shout-out to the Captain Rocker\nWho's been helpin' me out and Chip Fu\nWho's been lookin' out like a Cub Scout\nI gotta give a mad shout-out to myself\nM-O-C on the prowl\nYo, you know what I'm sayin'?\nWait, wait, wait, like I'm messin' up\nShout-out to Chip Fu, Daisy, and everybody","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Props\n  artist: Fu‐Schnickens\n  album: F.U. “Don’t Take It Personal”\n  duration_ms: 336000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  Yo, check to your teepee, unzip, take a pee-pee\n  Bring out your popcorn, now the Fu-Schnicks (Ride!)\n  I think I'll take my time and just mention in this rhyme\n  F you, don't take it personal\n  First of all, I'm talkin' 'bout you bros\n  Who walk around like you're (Large!)\n  Who think you're runnin' things like you're Charles in (Charge!)\n  But hound doggy, hound puppy, haven't you heard?\n  Yogi B and Boo Boo got a plan for Joey Zuzu\n  The guy with the fly samurai (Ay, yi, yi!)\n  Sick 'em boy, down boy, whoa horsey, whoa\n  Scammin' though they shouldn't, tryin' to move on Robin Hood\n  But they couldn't (Why?) Chillin' that night with Dwight Gooden\n  Drivin' around town with the new sports car\n  Kumbaya, my Lord, oh kumbaya\n  (You better believe, we come equipped)\n  With styles of course to make you flip\n  While my new dip style potato whip\n  Wow, I grab the mic and tell a joke and zip from Robin Harris\n  Bust a fart in public and never feel embarrassed\n  (I'm back, donkey!) Ooh, that's a killer\n  I swing my rhymes like monkeys swing the vines and gorillas\n  I hope you're ready, Grover, it's all over, Jehovah\n  I thank the (Big God!) (Gather moon!)\n  Orange stars and green clover 'cause\n\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  One potato, two potato, three potato, four\n  OG Corner, jack corner, comes the seckle (Score!)\n  I'm a devil that boots honey bunch, unlimited crazy\n  I stutter and stutter my styles are\n  Weak in a while but I'm worsey daisy\n  I'm a doofy daffodil from the hill, yet but still\n  'Cause lyrical trick of a word is bigger, don't tap my beats\n  Don't know my taste and you'll get obese, you don't know capisce\n  I got the rhyme rug, son (What?)\n  I'm Kenny, too, I'm penny, mohawk, I'm sloppy, I'm bumpy\n  The butt's so big, call me little pokey, Pooh\n  My brother, my dear, like Jiminy Cricket and David\n  I conquer the rocks on the raw frontier\n  Bumpin' and jiggin' and jiggin' and bumpin'\n  Like Freddy when I rumble, mic check and whoa\n  My yagi, my little yagi, Suki Saki, I be rockin'\n  I'm merry, merry, merry, merry, merrily, always keep rhymes afloat\n  I'm the ricky, ticky, ticky, tappy, the rickety, dragon steamboat\n  Like Daffy Duck, I'ma quack us 'til I'm merry, oh, candy gravel\n  I'm Mr. Whip and I'm whippin' up lyrics\n  To whippin' up whippersnappers\n  Stuck in the Seaside (Winder!), here's a (Reminder!)\n  I'm b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad to the Barney bow\n  Yes, and I shipwreck and I wreck shop on a whole proper's microphone\n  So come on, fly guy, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee\n  (Hasta la vista!), (Mamma mia!)\n  Time to get my fly away 'cause it's\n\n  Time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  My time to get on reconsider\n  Moc's next, Rex was in effect, but it's time to collect\n  Props, no doubt, 'nuff shout to the (Fu Crew!)\n  Ready, bitch? You go bye-bye to the lyrics, boo-hoo\n  The M-O-C is cultured, lyrics if you heard it\n  Court just said I'll puncture, the rootin' and tootin'\n  It's like I said the last time\n  Phrases that I make, the selector rewind (Come again!)\n  My style's bein' filled with a taste of Asian\n  Techniques and verbally, brothers never heard of me\n  Soon to be large, like El DeBarge\n  Good time for many, or one of plenty\n  Send me to the store if your brain is on empty\n  Test me (You wimpy!), you cannot heed, y'all\n  Step too close and you just get (Ripped up!)\n  Ripped, it's over, your time is done\n  The M for Unity but vocab as one 'cause it's\n\n  Time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n  A'ight, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  Let me, let me say\n  It's truly grateful, right?\n  You know the group you want, right?\n  Right\n  Alright, cool\n  A'ight, yo, yo, yo\n  We gotta give shout-outs to KMD\n  What's up, Major?\n  Jahmal's team\n  Dee, Link, Lee R. B\n  Bob, Bob, O'Henry\n  Yo, yo, T-Funk is in the house, T\n  King M.B. M.O., yo, the Flavor Unit\n  Takahhii, Inspectah Creeson\n  Yo, Squid, what's up, son?\n  Yo, yo, D, Uni\n  Next, next, next\n  Yo, Willie Johnson in the house\n  Yo, yo, yo, to all the, everybody supportin' us, what's up?\n  Yo, my big brother Speedy, yo\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, to my fuckin' children\n  Yo, Rasmus, Rasmus, FDR, what's up?\n  Corbin, Thomas, yo, the Bush, the Bush, yo\n  The Bush is in the house\n  Peace to Rada Correction\n  Yo, to the brothers in the operator booth, what's up?\n  Everybody, Mama Duke\n  Yo, yo, yo, MTV Raps in the house\n  Chief Warden, Brooklyn Detention Center\n  Yo, Big Naaah, dudes\n  Yo, to the brothers who got loot\n  Alright, we done, we done\n  Everybody, we are very grateful, grateful\n  Thank you, me hungry, me gone, bye\n  Yo, to the brothers who make dinners\n  Everybody, we out there on East and Parkway\n  All these steel bands\n  Yo, yo, yo, to all the, to all the, to all the, to all the\n  All the calypsonian\n  To all these steel band players\n  Yo, yo, yo, you can't forget all the storm hounds that's in the house\n  'Cause a mad shout-out to the Captain Rocker\n  Who's been helpin' me out and Chip Fu\n  Who's been lookin' out like a Cub Scout\n  I gotta give a mad shout-out to myself\n  M-O-C on the prowl\n  Yo, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  Wait, wait, wait, like I'm messin' up\n  Shout-out to Chip Fu, Daisy, and everybody\n"},{"id":25982344,"name":"Props","trackName":"Props","artistName":"Fu‐Schnickens","albumName":"F.U. 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Chillin' that night with Dwight Gooden\nDrivin' around town with the new sports car\nKumbaya, my Lord, oh kumbaya\n(You better believe, we come equipped)\nWith styles of course to make you flip\nWhile my new dip style potato whip\nWow, I grab the mic and tell a joke and zip from Robin Harris\nBust a fart in public and never feel embarrassed\n(I'm back, donkey!) Ooh, that's a killer\nI swing my rhymes like monkeys swing the vines and gorillas\nI hope you're ready, Grover, it's all over, Jehovah\nI thank the (Big God!) (Gather moon!)\nOrange stars and green clover 'cause\n\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nOne potato, two potato, three potato, four\nOG Corner, jack corner, comes the seckle (Score!)\nI'm a devil that boots honey bunch, unlimited crazy\nI stutter and stutter my styles are\nWeak in a while but I'm worsey daisy\nI'm a doofy daffodil from the hill, yet but still\n'Cause lyrical trick of a word is bigger, don't tap my beats\nDon't know my taste and you'll get obese, you don't know capisce\nI got the rhyme rug, son (What?)\nI'm Kenny, too, I'm penny, mohawk, I'm sloppy, I'm bumpy\nThe butt's so big, call me little pokey, Pooh\nMy brother, my dear, like Jiminy Cricket and David\nI conquer the rocks on the raw frontier\nBumpin' and jiggin' and jiggin' and bumpin'\nLike Freddy when I rumble, mic check and whoa\nMy yagi, my little yagi, Suki Saki, I be rockin'\nI'm merry, merry, merry, merry, merrily, always keep rhymes afloat\nI'm the ricky, ticky, ticky, tappy, the rickety, dragon steamboat\nLike Daffy Duck, I'ma quack us 'til I'm merry, oh, candy gravel\nI'm Mr. Whip and I'm whippin' up lyrics\nTo whippin' up whippersnappers\nStuck in the Seaside (Winder!), here's a (Reminder!)\nI'm b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad to the Barney bow\nYes, and I shipwreck and I wreck shop on a whole proper's microphone\nSo come on, fly guy, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee\n(Hasta la vista!), (Mamma mia!)\nTime to get my fly away 'cause it's\n\nTime to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nMy time to get on reconsider\nMoc's next, Rex was in effect, but it's time to collect\nProps, no doubt, 'nuff shout to the (Fu Crew!)\nReady, bitch? You go bye-bye to the lyrics, boo-hoo\nThe M-O-C is cultured, lyrics if you heard it\nCourt just said I'll puncture, the rootin' and tootin'\nIt's like I said the last time\nPhrases that I make, the selector rewind (Come again!)\nMy style's bein' filled with a taste of Asian\nTechniques and verbally, brothers never heard of me\nSoon to be large, like El DeBarge\nGood time for many, or one of plenty\nSend me to the store if your brain is on empty\nTest me (You wimpy!), you cannot heed, y'all\nStep too close and you just get (Ripped up!)\nRipped, it's over, your time is done\nThe M for Unity but vocab as one 'cause it's\n\nTime to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nA'ight, yo, yo, yo, yo\nLet me, let me say\nIt's truly grateful, right?\nYou know the group you want, right?\nRight\nAlright, cool\nA'ight, yo, yo, yo\nWe gotta give shout-outs to KMD\nWhat's up, Major?\nJahmal's team\nDee, Link, Lee R. B\nBob, Bob, O'Henry\nYo, yo, T-Funk is in the house, T\nKing M.B. M.O., yo, the Flavor Unit\nTakahhii, Inspectah Creeson\nYo, Squid, what's up, son?\nYo, yo, D, Uni\nNext, next, next\nYo, Willie Johnson in the house\nYo, yo, yo, to all the, everybody supportin' us, what's up?\nYo, my big brother Speedy, yo\nYo, yo, yo, yo, to my fuckin' children\nYo, Rasmus, Rasmus, FDR, what's up?\nCorbin, Thomas, yo, the Bush, the Bush, yo\nThe Bush is in the house\nPeace to Rada Correction\nYo, to the brothers in the operator booth, what's up?\nEverybody, Mama Duke\nYo, yo, yo, MTV Raps in the house\nChief Warden, Brooklyn Detention Center\nYo, Big Naaah, dudes\nYo, to the brothers who got loot\nAlright, we done, we done\nEverybody, we are very grateful, grateful\nThank you, me hungry, me gone, bye\nYo, to the brothers who make dinners\nEverybody, we out there on East and Parkway\nAll these steel bands\nYo, yo, yo, to all the, to all the, to all the, to all the\nAll the calypsonian\nTo all these steel band players\nYo, yo, yo, you can't forget all the storm hounds that's in the house\n'Cause a mad shout-out to the Captain Rocker\nWho's been helpin' me out and Chip Fu\nWho's been lookin' out like a Cub Scout\nI gotta give a mad shout-out to myself\nM-O-C on the prowl\nYo, you know what I'm sayin'?\nWait, wait, wait, like I'm messin' up\nShout-out to Chip Fu, Daisy, and everybody","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Props\n  artist: Fu‐Schnickens\n  album: F.U. 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(Gather moon!)\n  Orange stars and green clover 'cause\n\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  One potato, two potato, three potato, four\n  OG Corner, jack corner, comes the seckle (Score!)\n  I'm a devil that boots honey bunch, unlimited crazy\n  I stutter and stutter my styles are\n  Weak in a while but I'm worsey daisy\n  I'm a doofy daffodil from the hill, yet but still\n  'Cause lyrical trick of a word is bigger, don't tap my beats\n  Don't know my taste and you'll get obese, you don't know capisce\n  I got the rhyme rug, son (What?)\n  I'm Kenny, too, I'm penny, mohawk, I'm sloppy, I'm bumpy\n  The butt's so big, call me little pokey, Pooh\n  My brother, my dear, like Jiminy Cricket and David\n  I conquer the rocks on the raw frontier\n  Bumpin' and jiggin' and jiggin' and bumpin'\n  Like Freddy when I rumble, mic check and whoa\n  My yagi, my little yagi, Suki Saki, I be rockin'\n  I'm merry, merry, merry, merry, merrily, always keep rhymes afloat\n  I'm the ricky, ticky, ticky, tappy, the rickety, dragon steamboat\n  Like Daffy Duck, I'ma quack us 'til I'm merry, oh, candy gravel\n  I'm Mr. Whip and I'm whippin' up lyrics\n  To whippin' up whippersnappers\n  Stuck in the Seaside (Winder!), here's a (Reminder!)\n  I'm b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad to the Barney bow\n  Yes, and I shipwreck and I wreck shop on a whole proper's microphone\n  So come on, fly guy, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee\n  (Hasta la vista!), (Mamma mia!)\n  Time to get my fly away 'cause it's\n\n  Time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  My time to get on reconsider\n  Moc's next, Rex was in effect, but it's time to collect\n  Props, no doubt, 'nuff shout to the (Fu Crew!)\n  Ready, bitch? You go bye-bye to the lyrics, boo-hoo\n  The M-O-C is cultured, lyrics if you heard it\n  Court just said I'll puncture, the rootin' and tootin'\n  It's like I said the last time\n  Phrases that I make, the selector rewind (Come again!)\n  My style's bein' filled with a taste of Asian\n  Techniques and verbally, brothers never heard of me\n  Soon to be large, like El DeBarge\n  Good time for many, or one of plenty\n  Send me to the store if your brain is on empty\n  Test me (You wimpy!), you cannot heed, y'all\n  Step too close and you just get (Ripped up!)\n  Ripped, it's over, your time is done\n  The M for Unity but vocab as one 'cause it's\n\n  Time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n  A'ight, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  Let me, let me say\n  It's truly grateful, right?\n  You know the group you want, right?\n  Right\n  Alright, cool\n  A'ight, yo, yo, yo\n  We gotta give shout-outs to KMD\n  What's up, Major?\n  Jahmal's team\n  Dee, Link, Lee R. B\n  Bob, Bob, O'Henry\n  Yo, yo, T-Funk is in the house, T\n  King M.B. M.O., yo, the Flavor Unit\n  Takahhii, Inspectah Creeson\n  Yo, Squid, what's up, son?\n  Yo, yo, D, Uni\n  Next, next, next\n  Yo, Willie Johnson in the house\n  Yo, yo, yo, to all the, everybody supportin' us, what's up?\n  Yo, my big brother Speedy, yo\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, to my fuckin' children\n  Yo, Rasmus, Rasmus, FDR, what's up?\n  Corbin, Thomas, yo, the Bush, the Bush, yo\n  The Bush is in the house\n  Peace to Rada Correction\n  Yo, to the brothers in the operator booth, what's up?\n  Everybody, Mama Duke\n  Yo, yo, yo, MTV Raps in the house\n  Chief Warden, Brooklyn Detention Center\n  Yo, Big Naaah, dudes\n  Yo, to the brothers who got loot\n  Alright, we done, we done\n  Everybody, we are very grateful, grateful\n  Thank you, me hungry, me gone, bye\n  Yo, to the brothers who make dinners\n  Everybody, we out there on East and Parkway\n  All these steel bands\n  Yo, yo, yo, to all the, to all the, to all the, to all the\n  All the calypsonian\n  To all these steel band players\n  Yo, yo, yo, you can't forget all the storm hounds that's in the house\n  'Cause a mad shout-out to the Captain Rocker\n  Who's been helpin' me out and Chip Fu\n  Who's been lookin' out like a Cub Scout\n  I gotta give a mad shout-out to myself\n  M-O-C on the prowl\n  Yo, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  Wait, wait, wait, like I'm messin' up\n  Shout-out to Chip Fu, Daisy, and everybody\n"},{"id":39489845,"name":"Props","trackName":"Props","artistName":"Fu-Schnickens","albumName":"True Fuschnick (CDM)","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Too express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nYo, check to your teepee, unzip, take a pee-pee\nBring out your popcorn, now the Fu-Schnicks (Ride!)\nI think I'll take my time and just mention in this rhyme\nF you, don't take it personal\nFirst of all, I'm talkin' 'bout you bros\nWho walk around like you're (Large!)\nWho think you're runnin' things like you're Charles in (Charge!)\nBut hound doggy, hound puppy, haven't you heard?\nYogi B and Boo Boo got a plan for Joey Zuzu\nThe guy with the fly samurai (Ay, yi, yi!)\nSick 'em boy, down boy, whoa horsey, whoa\nScammin' though they shouldn't, tryin' to move on Robin Hood\nBut they couldn't (Why?) Chillin' that night with Dwight Gooden\nDrivin' around town with the new sports car\nKumbaya, my Lord, oh kumbaya\n(You better believe, we come equipped)\nWith styles of course to make you flip\nWhile my new dip style potato whip\nWow, I grab the mic and tell a joke and zip from Robin Harris\nBust a fart in public and never feel embarrassed\n(I'm back, donkey!) Ooh, that's a killer\nI swing my rhymes like monkeys swing the vines and gorillas\nI hope you're ready, Grover, it's all over, Jehovah\nI thank the (Big God!) (Gather moon!)\nOrange stars and green clover 'cause\n\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nOne potato, two potato, three potato, four\nOG Corner, jack corner, comes the seckle (Score!)\nI'm a devil that boots honey bunch, unlimited crazy\nI stutter and stutter my styles are\nWeak in a while but I'm worsey daisy\nI'm a doofy daffodil from the hill, yet but still\n'Cause lyrical trick of a word is bigger, don't tap my beats\nDon't know my taste and you'll get obese, you don't know capisce\nI got the rhyme rug, son (What?)\nI'm Kenny, too, I'm penny, mohawk, I'm sloppy, I'm bumpy\nThe butt's so big, call me little pokey, Pooh\nMy brother, my dear, like Jiminy Cricket and David\nI conquer the rocks on the raw frontier\nBumpin' and jiggin' and jiggin' and bumpin'\nLike Freddy when I rumble, mic check and whoa\nMy yagi, my little yagi, Suki Saki, I be rockin'\nI'm merry, merry, merry, merry, merrily, always keep rhymes afloat\nI'm the ricky, ticky, ticky, tappy, the rickety, dragon steamboat\nLike Daffy Duck, I'ma quack us 'til I'm merry, oh, candy gravel\nI'm Mr. Whip and I'm whippin' up lyrics\nTo whippin' up whippersnappers\nStuck in the Seaside (Winder!), here's a (Reminder!)\nI'm b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad to the Barney bow\nYes, and I shipwreck and I wreck shop on a whole proper's microphone\nSo come on, fly guy, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee\n(Hasta la vista!), (Mamma mia!)\nTime to get my fly away 'cause it's\n\nTime to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nMy time to get on reconsider\nMoc's next, Rex was in effect, but it's time to collect\nProps, no doubt, 'nuff shout to the (Fu Crew!)\nReady, bitch? You go bye-bye to the lyrics, boo-hoo\nThe M-O-C is cultured, lyrics if you heard it\nCourt just said I'll puncture, the rootin' and tootin'\nIt's like I said the last time\nPhrases that I make, the selector rewind (Come again!)\nMy style's bein' filled with a taste of Asian\nTechniques and verbally, brothers never heard of me\nSoon to be large, like El DeBarge\nGood time for many, or one of plenty\nSend me to the store if your brain is on empty\nTest me (You wimpy!), you cannot heed, y'all\nStep too close and you just get (Ripped up!)\nRipped, it's over, your time is done\nThe M for Unity but vocab as one 'cause it's\n\nTime to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\nToo express, no loco stops\nIt's time to get fat and collect our props\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\nA'ight, yo, yo, yo, yo\nLet me, let me say\nIt's truly grateful, right?\nYou know the group you want, right?\nRight\nAlright, cool\nA'ight, yo, yo, yo\nWe gotta give shout-outs to KMD\nWhat's up, Major?\nJahmal's team\nDee, Link, Lee R. B\nBob, Bob, O'Henry\nYo, yo, T-Funk is in the house, T\nKing M.B. M.O., yo, the Flavor Unit\nTakahhii, Inspectah Creeson\nYo, Squid, what's up, son?\nYo, yo, D, Uni\nNext, next, next\nYo, Willie Johnson in the house\nYo, yo, yo, to all the, everybody supportin' us, what's up?\nYo, my big brother Speedy, yo\nYo, yo, yo, yo, to my fuckin' children\nYo, Rasmus, Rasmus, FDR, what's up?\nCorbin, Thomas, yo, the Bush, the Bush, yo\nThe Bush is in the house\nPeace to Rada Correction\nYo, to the brothers in the operator booth, what's up?\nEverybody, Mama Duke\nYo, yo, yo, MTV Raps in the house\nChief Warden, Brooklyn Detention Center\nYo, Big Naaah, dudes\nYo, to the brothers who got loot\nAlright, we done, we done\nEverybody, we are very grateful, grateful\nThank you, me hungry, me gone, bye\nYo, to the brothers who make dinners\nEverybody, we out there on East and Parkway\nAll these steel bands\nYo, yo, yo, to all the, to all the, to all the, to all the\nAll the calypsonian\nTo all these steel band players\nYo, yo, yo, you can't forget all the storm hounds that's in the house\n'Cause a mad shout-out to the Captain Rocker\nWho's been helpin' me out and Chip Fu\nWho's been lookin' out like a Cub Scout\nI gotta give a mad shout-out to myself\nM-O-C on the prowl\nYo, you know what I'm sayin'?\nWait, wait, wait, like I'm messin' up\nShout-out to Chip Fu, Daisy, and everybody","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Props\n  artist: Fu-Schnickens\n  album: True Fuschnick (CDM)\n  duration_ms: 336434\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  Yo, check to your teepee, unzip, take a pee-pee\n  Bring out your popcorn, now the Fu-Schnicks (Ride!)\n  I think I'll take my time and just mention in this rhyme\n  F you, don't take it personal\n  First of all, I'm talkin' 'bout you bros\n  Who walk around like you're (Large!)\n  Who think you're runnin' things like you're Charles in (Charge!)\n  But hound doggy, hound puppy, haven't you heard?\n  Yogi B and Boo Boo got a plan for Joey Zuzu\n  The guy with the fly samurai (Ay, yi, yi!)\n  Sick 'em boy, down boy, whoa horsey, whoa\n  Scammin' though they shouldn't, tryin' to move on Robin Hood\n  But they couldn't (Why?) Chillin' that night with Dwight Gooden\n  Drivin' around town with the new sports car\n  Kumbaya, my Lord, oh kumbaya\n  (You better believe, we come equipped)\n  With styles of course to make you flip\n  While my new dip style potato whip\n  Wow, I grab the mic and tell a joke and zip from Robin Harris\n  Bust a fart in public and never feel embarrassed\n  (I'm back, donkey!) Ooh, that's a killer\n  I swing my rhymes like monkeys swing the vines and gorillas\n  I hope you're ready, Grover, it's all over, Jehovah\n  I thank the (Big God!) (Gather moon!)\n  Orange stars and green clover 'cause\n\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  One potato, two potato, three potato, four\n  OG Corner, jack corner, comes the seckle (Score!)\n  I'm a devil that boots honey bunch, unlimited crazy\n  I stutter and stutter my styles are\n  Weak in a while but I'm worsey daisy\n  I'm a doofy daffodil from the hill, yet but still\n  'Cause lyrical trick of a word is bigger, don't tap my beats\n  Don't know my taste and you'll get obese, you don't know capisce\n  I got the rhyme rug, son (What?)\n  I'm Kenny, too, I'm penny, mohawk, I'm sloppy, I'm bumpy\n  The butt's so big, call me little pokey, Pooh\n  My brother, my dear, like Jiminy Cricket and David\n  I conquer the rocks on the raw frontier\n  Bumpin' and jiggin' and jiggin' and bumpin'\n  Like Freddy when I rumble, mic check and whoa\n  My yagi, my little yagi, Suki Saki, I be rockin'\n  I'm merry, merry, merry, merry, merrily, always keep rhymes afloat\n  I'm the ricky, ticky, ticky, tappy, the rickety, dragon steamboat\n  Like Daffy Duck, I'ma quack us 'til I'm merry, oh, candy gravel\n  I'm Mr. Whip and I'm whippin' up lyrics\n  To whippin' up whippersnappers\n  Stuck in the Seaside (Winder!), here's a (Reminder!)\n  I'm b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-b-b-bad to the Barney bow\n  Yes, and I shipwreck and I wreck shop on a whole proper's microphone\n  So come on, fly guy, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee, yippee\n  (Hasta la vista!), (Mamma mia!)\n  Time to get my fly away 'cause it's\n\n  Time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  My time to get on reconsider\n  Moc's next, Rex was in effect, but it's time to collect\n  Props, no doubt, 'nuff shout to the (Fu Crew!)\n  Ready, bitch? You go bye-bye to the lyrics, boo-hoo\n  The M-O-C is cultured, lyrics if you heard it\n  Court just said I'll puncture, the rootin' and tootin'\n  It's like I said the last time\n  Phrases that I make, the selector rewind (Come again!)\n  My style's bein' filled with a taste of Asian\n  Techniques and verbally, brothers never heard of me\n  Soon to be large, like El DeBarge\n  Good time for many, or one of plenty\n  Send me to the store if your brain is on empty\n  Test me (You wimpy!), you cannot heed, y'all\n  Step too close and you just get (Ripped up!)\n  Ripped, it's over, your time is done\n  The M for Unity but vocab as one 'cause it's\n\n  Time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n  Too express, no loco stops\n  It's time to get fat and collect our props\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh\n  A'ight, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  Let me, let me say\n  It's truly grateful, right?\n  You know the group you want, right?\n  Right\n  Alright, cool\n  A'ight, yo, yo, yo\n  We gotta give shout-outs to KMD\n  What's up, Major?\n  Jahmal's team\n  Dee, Link, Lee R. B\n  Bob, Bob, O'Henry\n  Yo, yo, T-Funk is in the house, T\n  King M.B. M.O., yo, the Flavor Unit\n  Takahhii, Inspectah Creeson\n  Yo, Squid, what's up, son?\n  Yo, yo, D, Uni\n  Next, next, next\n  Yo, Willie Johnson in the house\n  Yo, yo, yo, to all the, everybody supportin' us, what's up?\n  Yo, my big brother Speedy, yo\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, to my fuckin' children\n  Yo, Rasmus, Rasmus, FDR, what's up?\n  Corbin, Thomas, yo, the Bush, the Bush, yo\n  The Bush is in the house\n  Peace to Rada Correction\n  Yo, to the brothers in the operator booth, what's up?\n  Everybody, Mama Duke\n  Yo, yo, yo, MTV Raps in the house\n  Chief Warden, Brooklyn Detention Center\n  Yo, Big Naaah, dudes\n  Yo, to the brothers who got loot\n  Alright, we done, we done\n  Everybody, we are very grateful, grateful\n  Thank you, me hungry, me gone, bye\n  Yo, to the brothers who make dinners\n  Everybody, we out there on East and Parkway\n  All these steel bands\n  Yo, yo, yo, to all the, to all the, to all the, to all the\n  All the calypsonian\n  To all these steel band players\n  Yo, yo, yo, you can't forget all the storm hounds that's in the house\n  'Cause a mad shout-out to the Captain Rocker\n  Who's been helpin' me out and Chip Fu\n  Who's been lookin' out like a Cub Scout\n  I gotta give a mad shout-out to myself\n  M-O-C on the prowl\n  Yo, you know what I'm sayin'?\n  Wait, wait, wait, like I'm messin' up\n  Shout-out to Chip Fu, Daisy, and everybody\n"}]