[{"id":30806251,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Fugees","duration":306.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:00.91] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.64] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.32] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.17] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:10.81] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.65] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:15.48] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.13] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:19.10] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.75] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.56] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.21] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.09] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:30.87] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.59] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.21] (*undecipherable singing*)\n[04:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boof 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Juano?\n  start_ms: 159440\n  end_ms: 160380\n- text: Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  start_ms: 160380\n  end_ms: 162140\n- text: Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  start_ms: 162140\n  end_ms: 163990\n- text: Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  start_ms: 163990\n  end_ms: 164820\n- text: Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  start_ms: 164820\n  end_ms: 166640\n- text: (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  start_ms: 166640\n  end_ms: 167580\n- text: I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n  start_ms: 167580\n  end_ms: 170250\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 170250\n  end_ms: 171130\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 171130\n  end_ms: 172930\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 172930\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 179350\n- text: (Mad Spider)\n  start_ms: 179350\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 184710\n- text: Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  start_ms: 184710\n  end_ms: 187510\n- text: Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  start_ms: 187510\n  end_ms: 190240\n- text: I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  start_ms: 190240\n  end_ms: 192060\n- text: He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  start_ms: 192060\n  end_ms: 194720\n- text: No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  start_ms: 194720\n  end_ms: 197420\n- text: I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  start_ms: 197420\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":7131757,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Very Best Of Fugees","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:00.91] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.64] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.32] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.17] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:10.81] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.65] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:15.48] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.13] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:19.10] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.75] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.56] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.21] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.09] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:30.87] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.59] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.21] (*undecipherable singing*)\n[04:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boof 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Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":5018502,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Playlist: the very best of Fugees","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF 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style go, to wreck this static\n  start_ms: 82430\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 86970\n- text: (Lauryn Hill)\n  start_ms: 86970\n  end_ms: 87890\n- text: Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  start_ms: 87890\n  end_ms: 89790\n- text: Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  start_ms: 89790\n  end_ms: 92490\n- text: See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  start_ms: 92490\n  end_ms: 94220\n- text: Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  start_ms: 94220\n  end_ms: 96930\n- text: One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  start_ms: 96930\n  end_ms: 99680\n- text: Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  start_ms: 99680\n  end_ms: 102350\n- text: So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  start_ms: 102350\n  end_ms: 104140\n- text: Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  start_ms: 104140\n  end_ms: 106800\n- text: To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  start_ms: 106800\n  end_ms: 109690\n- text: I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  start_ms: 109690\n  end_ms: 112320\n- text: You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  start_ms: 112320\n  end_ms: 114180\n- text: And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  start_ms: 114180\n  end_ms: 116850\n- text: Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n  start_ms: 116850\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 119510\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 119510\n  end_ms: 120420\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 120420\n  end_ms: 121390\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 121390\n  end_ms: 122270\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 122270\n  end_ms: 125850\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 125850\n  end_ms: 126740\n- text: Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  start_ms: 126740\n  end_ms: 130410\n- text: So let me re-light your viacom\n  start_ms: 130410\n  end_ms: 131350\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 131350\n  end_ms: 133100\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 133100\n  end_ms: 135880\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 135880\n  end_ms: 138560\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 138560\n  end_ms: 141280\n- text: All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  start_ms: 141280\n  end_ms: 143140\n- text: You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n  start_ms: 143140\n  end_ms: 145880\n- text: The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  start_ms: 145880\n  end_ms: 148520\n- text: Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n  start_ms: 148520\n  end_ms: 150350\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 150350\n  end_ms: 151260\n- text: Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  start_ms: 151260\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155750\n- text: Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n  start_ms: 155750\n  end_ms: 158550\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 158550\n  end_ms: 159440\n- text: I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  start_ms: 159440\n  end_ms: 160380\n- text: Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  start_ms: 160380\n  end_ms: 162140\n- text: Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  start_ms: 162140\n  end_ms: 163990\n- text: Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  start_ms: 163990\n  end_ms: 164820\n- text: Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  start_ms: 164820\n  end_ms: 166640\n- text: (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  start_ms: 166640\n  end_ms: 167580\n- text: I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n  start_ms: 167580\n  end_ms: 170250\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 170250\n  end_ms: 171130\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 171130\n  end_ms: 172930\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 172930\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 179350\n- text: (Mad Spider)\n  start_ms: 179350\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 184710\n- text: Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  start_ms: 184710\n  end_ms: 187510\n- text: Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  start_ms: 187510\n  end_ms: 190240\n- text: I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  start_ms: 190240\n  end_ms: 192060\n- text: He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  start_ms: 192060\n  end_ms: 194720\n- text: No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  start_ms: 194720\n  end_ms: 197420\n- text: I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  start_ms: 197420\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":11102246,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Playlist: The Very Best of the Fugees","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nsome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nand Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nget the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nhold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\ndown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nwho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nup the block they ran, I came back with the bag\ncause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nbut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nwhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF 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SMOKE!\n  start_ms: 166640\n  end_ms: 167580\n- text: I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n  start_ms: 167580\n  end_ms: 170250\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 170250\n  end_ms: 171130\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 171130\n  end_ms: 172930\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 172930\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 179350\n- text: (Mad Spider)\n  start_ms: 179350\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 184710\n- text: Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  start_ms: 184710\n  end_ms: 187510\n- text: Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  start_ms: 187510\n  end_ms: 190240\n- text: I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  start_ms: 190240\n  end_ms: 192060\n- text: He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  start_ms: 192060\n  end_ms: 194720\n- text: No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  start_ms: 194720\n  end_ms: 197420\n- text: I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  start_ms: 197420\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":29512634,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Fugees Live At Club Gino,","duration":43.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nsome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nand Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nget the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nhold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\ndown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nwho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nup the block they ran, I came back with the bag\ncause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nbut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nwhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:00.91] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.64] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.32] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.17] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:10.81] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.65] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:15.48] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.13] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:19.10] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.75] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.56] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.21] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.09] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:30.87] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.59] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.21] (*undecipherable singing*)\n[04:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boof 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Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":22393772,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Fugees (Selected By DJ Will)","duration":306.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nsome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nand Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nget the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nhold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\ndown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nwho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nup the block they ran, I came back with the bag\ncause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nbut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nwhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:00.91] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.64] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.32] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.17] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:10.81] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.65] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:15.48] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.13] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:19.10] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.75] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.56] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.21] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.09] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:30.87] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.59] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.21] (*undecipherable singing*)\n[04:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boof 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(FIRE)\n  start_ms: 126740\n  end_ms: 130410\n- text: So let me re-light your viacom\n  start_ms: 130410\n  end_ms: 131350\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 131350\n  end_ms: 133100\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 133100\n  end_ms: 135880\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 135880\n  end_ms: 138560\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 138560\n  end_ms: 141280\n- text: All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  start_ms: 141280\n  end_ms: 143140\n- text: You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n  start_ms: 143140\n  end_ms: 145880\n- text: The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  start_ms: 145880\n  end_ms: 148520\n- text: Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n  start_ms: 148520\n  end_ms: 150350\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 150350\n  end_ms: 151260\n- text: Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death 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Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":18153686,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees (Tranzlator Crew)","albumName":"The Fugees - Blunted on Reality","duration":309.376125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nsome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nand Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nget the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nhold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\ndown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nwho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nup the block they ran, I came back with the bag\ncause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nbut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nwhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:00.91] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.64] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.32] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.17] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:10.81] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.65] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:15.48] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.13] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:19.10] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.75] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.56] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.21] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.09] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:30.87] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.59] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.21] (*undecipherable singing*)\n[04:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boof Baf\n  artist: Fugees (Tranzlator Crew)\n  album: The Fugees - 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your Panasonic\n  start_ms: 143140\n  end_ms: 145880\n- text: The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  start_ms: 145880\n  end_ms: 148520\n- text: Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n  start_ms: 148520\n  end_ms: 150350\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 150350\n  end_ms: 151260\n- text: Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  start_ms: 151260\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155750\n- text: Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n  start_ms: 155750\n  end_ms: 158550\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 158550\n  end_ms: 159440\n- text: I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  start_ms: 159440\n  end_ms: 160380\n- text: Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  start_ms: 160380\n  end_ms: 162140\n- text: Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  start_ms: 162140\n  end_ms: 163990\n- text: hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  start_ms: 163990\n  end_ms: 164820\n- text: down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  start_ms: 164820\n  end_ms: 166640\n- text: (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) 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Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":31575751,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees (Tranzlator Crew)","albumName":"The Fugees (Selected by Dj Will)","duration":306.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF 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(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 59860\n  end_ms: 60750\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 60750\n  end_ms: 62530\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 62530\n  end_ms: 65250\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 65250\n  end_ms: 67040\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 67040\n  end_ms: 68800\n- text: Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  start_ms: 68800\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72570\n- text: Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  start_ms: 72570\n  end_ms: 75210\n- text: Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n  start_ms: 75210\n  end_ms: 77080\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 77080\n  end_ms: 78850\n- text: One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  start_ms: 78850\n  end_ms: 79710\n- text: Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  start_ms: 79710\n  end_ms: 82430\n- text: I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  start_ms: 82430\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 86970\n- text: (Lauryn Hill)\n  start_ms: 86970\n  end_ms: 87890\n- text: Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  start_ms: 87890\n  end_ms: 89790\n- text: Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  start_ms: 89790\n  end_ms: 92490\n- text: See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  start_ms: 92490\n  end_ms: 94220\n- text: Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  start_ms: 94220\n  end_ms: 96930\n- text: One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  start_ms: 96930\n  end_ms: 99680\n- text: Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  start_ms: 99680\n  end_ms: 102350\n- text: So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  start_ms: 102350\n  end_ms: 104140\n- text: Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  start_ms: 104140\n  end_ms: 106800\n- text: To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  start_ms: 106800\n  end_ms: 109690\n- text: I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  start_ms: 109690\n  end_ms: 112320\n- text: You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  start_ms: 112320\n  end_ms: 114180\n- text: And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  start_ms: 114180\n  end_ms: 116850\n- text: Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n  start_ms: 116850\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 119510\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 119510\n  end_ms: 120420\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 120420\n  end_ms: 121390\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 121390\n  end_ms: 122270\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 122270\n  end_ms: 125850\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 125850\n  end_ms: 126740\n- text: Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  start_ms: 126740\n  end_ms: 130410\n- text: So let me re-light your viacom\n  start_ms: 130410\n  end_ms: 131350\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 131350\n  end_ms: 133100\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 133100\n  end_ms: 135880\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 135880\n  end_ms: 138560\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 138560\n  end_ms: 141280\n- text: All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  start_ms: 141280\n  end_ms: 143140\n- text: You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n  start_ms: 143140\n  end_ms: 145880\n- text: The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  start_ms: 145880\n  end_ms: 148520\n- text: Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n  start_ms: 148520\n  end_ms: 150350\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 150350\n  end_ms: 151260\n- text: Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  start_ms: 151260\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155750\n- text: Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n  start_ms: 155750\n  end_ms: 158550\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 158550\n  end_ms: 159440\n- text: I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  start_ms: 159440\n  end_ms: 160380\n- text: Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  start_ms: 160380\n  end_ms: 162140\n- text: Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  start_ms: 162140\n  end_ms: 163990\n- text: Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  start_ms: 163990\n  end_ms: 164820\n- text: Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  start_ms: 164820\n  end_ms: 166640\n- text: (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  start_ms: 166640\n  end_ms: 167580\n- text: I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n  start_ms: 167580\n  end_ms: 170250\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 170250\n  end_ms: 171130\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 171130\n  end_ms: 172930\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 172930\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 179350\n- text: (Mad Spider)\n  start_ms: 179350\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 184710\n- text: Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  start_ms: 184710\n  end_ms: 187510\n- text: Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  start_ms: 187510\n  end_ms: 190240\n- text: I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  start_ms: 190240\n  end_ms: 192060\n- text: He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  start_ms: 192060\n  end_ms: 194720\n- text: No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  start_ms: 194720\n  end_ms: 197420\n- text: I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  start_ms: 197420\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":22768950,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Fugees Live At Club Gino, Sweden (05/22/1996)","duration":43.083937,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nsome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nand Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nget the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nhold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\ndown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nwho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nup the block they ran, I came back with the bag\ncause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nbut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nwhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:00.91] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.64] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.32] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.17] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:10.81] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.65] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:15.48] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.13] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:19.10] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.75] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.56] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.21] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.09] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:30.87] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.59] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.21] (*undecipherable singing*)\n[04:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boof 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SMOKE!\n  start_ms: 166640\n  end_ms: 167580\n- text: I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n  start_ms: 167580\n  end_ms: 170250\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 170250\n  end_ms: 171130\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 171130\n  end_ms: 172930\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 172930\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 179350\n- text: (Mad Spider)\n  start_ms: 179350\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 184710\n- text: Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  start_ms: 184710\n  end_ms: 187510\n- text: Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  start_ms: 187510\n  end_ms: 190240\n- text: I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  start_ms: 190240\n  end_ms: 192060\n- text: He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  start_ms: 192060\n  end_ms: 194720\n- text: No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  start_ms: 194720\n  end_ms: 197420\n- text: I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  start_ms: 197420\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":38595727,"name":"Boof Baf (Clean Edit)","trackName":"Boof Baf (Clean Edit)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Playlist: The Very Best of Fugees","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nsome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nand Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nget the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nhold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\ndown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nwho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nup the block they ran, I came back with the bag\ncause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nbut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nwhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(undecipherable singing)","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.56] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.93] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:14.54] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.64] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.12] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.17] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:24.18] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:26.50] some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.74] and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.60] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:34.27] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:38.96] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:41.67] (Pras)\n[00:44.17] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:46.63] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.60] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:51.13] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.60] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.92] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.43] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.04] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.94] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:01.71] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:03.56] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:05.78] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:06.46] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.80] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.07] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.55] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:18.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.64] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:20.02] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.42] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.98] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:27.37] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:28.24] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:30.16] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.45] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:35.04] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:37.30] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.76] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.31] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.77] get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:47.23] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:50.18] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.31] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.64] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.92] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:59.01] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.76] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:01.06] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:02.15] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:04.11] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:06.67] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.92] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:08.19] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:12.13] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:14.32] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:16.78] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:19.19] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.20] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.72] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:26.62] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.83] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:31.11] (Pras)\n[02:31.39] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.96] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.97] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.45] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:38.91] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:41.47] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.81] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:45.22] hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:45.74] down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:48.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:49.21] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.95] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.28] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:55.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:57.85] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[03:00.29] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.62] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:03.16] who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:05.27] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.65] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.06] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.50] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:15.07] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.23] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.60] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:22.37] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:24.95] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:27.32] up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:31.40] cause that's my momma man\n[03:31.85] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:34.71] but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:36.47] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.61] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:38.96] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.78] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:44.19] (Pras)\n[03:44.37] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:47.70] whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:49.13] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:51.61] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:57.61] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:59.28] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:59.40] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:01.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.85] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.15] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.75] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:11.38] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.42] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:16.02] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.33] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:18.58] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.53] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.80] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.52] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.43] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:31.38] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.67] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.35] (undecipherable singing)\n[05:04.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boof Baf 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Juano?\n  start_ms: 158910\n  end_ms: 161470\n- text: Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  start_ms: 161470\n  end_ms: 162810\n- text: Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  start_ms: 162810\n  end_ms: 165220\n- text: hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  start_ms: 165220\n  end_ms: 165740\n- text: down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  start_ms: 165740\n  end_ms: 168640\n- text: (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  start_ms: 168640\n  end_ms: 169210\n- text: I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n  start_ms: 169210\n  end_ms: 170950\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 170950\n  end_ms: 171280\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 171280\n  end_ms: 172930\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 172930\n  end_ms: 175460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 175460\n  end_ms: 177850\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 177850\n  end_ms: 180290\n- text: (Mad Spider)\n  start_ms: 180290\n  end_ms: 180620\n- text: Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  start_ms: 180620\n  end_ms: 183160\n- text: who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  start_ms: 183160\n  end_ms: 185270\n- text: Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  start_ms: 185270\n  end_ms: 187650\n- text: Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  start_ms: 187650\n  end_ms: 190060\n- text: I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  start_ms: 190060\n  end_ms: 192500\n- text: He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  start_ms: 192500\n  end_ms: 195070\n- text: No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  start_ms: 195070\n  end_ms: 197230\n- text: I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  start_ms: 197230\n  end_ms: 199600\n- text: So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199600\n  end_ms: 202370\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 202370\n  end_ms: 204950\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 204950\n  end_ms: 207320\n- text: up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 207320\n  end_ms: 211400\n- text: cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 211400\n  end_ms: 211850\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 211850\n  end_ms: 214710\n- text: but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 214710\n  end_ms: 216470\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 216470\n  end_ms: 217610\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217610\n  end_ms: 218960\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 218960\n  end_ms: 221780\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221780\n  end_ms: 224190\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 224190\n  end_ms: 224370\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224370\n  end_ms: 227700\n- text: whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 227700\n  end_ms: 229130\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 229130\n  end_ms: 231610\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 231610\n  end_ms: 237610\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 237610\n  end_ms: 239280\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 239280\n  end_ms: 239400\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 239400\n  end_ms: 241450\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 241450\n  end_ms: 243850\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243850\n  end_ms: 246150\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246150\n  end_ms: 248750\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248750\n  end_ms: 251380\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 251380\n  end_ms: 253420\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253420\n  end_ms: 256020\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 256020\n  end_ms: 258330\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258330\n  end_ms: 258580\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 258580\n  end_ms: 261530\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261530\n  end_ms: 263800\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263800\n  end_ms: 266520\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266520\n  end_ms: 268430\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268430\n  end_ms: 271380\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 271380\n  end_ms: 273670\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273670\n  end_ms: 276350\n- text: (undecipherable singing)\n  start_ms: 276350\n  end_ms: 304990\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 304990\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (undecipherable singing)\n"},{"id":7620113,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Blunted On Reality/The Score","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:00.91] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.64] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.32] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.17] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:10.81] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.65] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:15.48] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.13] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:19.10] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.75] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.56] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.21] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.09] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:30.87] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.59] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.21] (*undecipherable singing*)\n[04:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boof 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Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":22198,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Blunted On Reality","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF 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wreck this static\n  start_ms: 82430\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 86970\n- text: (Lauryn Hill)\n  start_ms: 86970\n  end_ms: 87890\n- text: Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  start_ms: 87890\n  end_ms: 89790\n- text: Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  start_ms: 89790\n  end_ms: 92490\n- text: See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  start_ms: 92490\n  end_ms: 94220\n- text: Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  start_ms: 94220\n  end_ms: 96930\n- text: One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  start_ms: 96930\n  end_ms: 99680\n- text: Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  start_ms: 99680\n  end_ms: 102350\n- text: So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  start_ms: 102350\n  end_ms: 104140\n- text: Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  start_ms: 104140\n  end_ms: 106800\n- text: To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  start_ms: 106800\n  end_ms: 109690\n- text: I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  start_ms: 109690\n  end_ms: 112320\n- text: You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  start_ms: 112320\n  end_ms: 114180\n- text: And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  start_ms: 114180\n  end_ms: 116850\n- text: Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n  start_ms: 116850\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 119510\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 119510\n  end_ms: 120420\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 120420\n  end_ms: 121390\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 121390\n  end_ms: 122270\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 122270\n  end_ms: 125850\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 125850\n  end_ms: 126740\n- text: Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  start_ms: 126740\n  end_ms: 130410\n- text: So let me re-light your viacom\n  start_ms: 130410\n  end_ms: 131350\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 131350\n  end_ms: 133100\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 133100\n  end_ms: 135880\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 135880\n  end_ms: 138560\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 138560\n  end_ms: 141280\n- text: All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  start_ms: 141280\n  end_ms: 143140\n- text: You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n  start_ms: 143140\n  end_ms: 145880\n- text: The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  start_ms: 145880\n  end_ms: 148520\n- text: Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n  start_ms: 148520\n  end_ms: 150350\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 150350\n  end_ms: 151260\n- text: Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  start_ms: 151260\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155750\n- text: Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n  start_ms: 155750\n  end_ms: 158550\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 158550\n  end_ms: 159440\n- text: I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  start_ms: 159440\n  end_ms: 160380\n- text: Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  start_ms: 160380\n  end_ms: 162140\n- text: Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  start_ms: 162140\n  end_ms: 163990\n- text: Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  start_ms: 163990\n  end_ms: 164820\n- text: Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  start_ms: 164820\n  end_ms: 166640\n- text: (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  start_ms: 166640\n  end_ms: 167580\n- text: I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n  start_ms: 167580\n  end_ms: 170250\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 170250\n  end_ms: 171130\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 171130\n  end_ms: 172930\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 172930\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 179350\n- text: (Mad Spider)\n  start_ms: 179350\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 184710\n- text: Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  start_ms: 184710\n  end_ms: 187510\n- text: Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  start_ms: 187510\n  end_ms: 190240\n- text: I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  start_ms: 190240\n  end_ms: 192060\n- text: He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  start_ms: 192060\n  end_ms: 194720\n- text: No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  start_ms: 194720\n  end_ms: 197420\n- text: I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  start_ms: 197420\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":32843616,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Blunted on Reality","duration":312.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:00.91] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.64] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.32] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.17] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:10.81] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.65] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:15.48] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.13] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:19.10] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.75] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.56] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.21] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.09] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:30.87] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.59] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.21] (*undecipherable singing*)\n[04:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boof 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SMOKE!\n  start_ms: 166640\n  end_ms: 167580\n- text: I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n  start_ms: 167580\n  end_ms: 170250\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 170250\n  end_ms: 171130\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 171130\n  end_ms: 172930\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 172930\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 179350\n- text: (Mad Spider)\n  start_ms: 179350\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 184710\n- text: Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  start_ms: 184710\n  end_ms: 187510\n- text: Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  start_ms: 187510\n  end_ms: 190240\n- text: I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  start_ms: 190240\n  end_ms: 192060\n- text: He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  start_ms: 192060\n  end_ms: 194720\n- text: No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  start_ms: 194720\n  end_ms: 197420\n- text: I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  start_ms: 197420\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":32618638,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Magic Hip Hop 3 [Disc 2]","duration":306.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:00.91] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.64] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.32] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.17] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:10.81] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.65] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:15.48] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.13] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:19.10] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.75] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.56] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.21] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.09] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:30.87] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.59] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.21] (*undecipherable singing*)\n[04:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boof 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Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":19558781,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Blunted on Reality","duration":315.474675,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:00.91] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.64] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.32] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.17] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:10.81] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.65] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:15.48] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.13] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:19.10] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.75] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.56] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.21] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.09] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:30.87] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.59] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.21] (*undecipherable singing*)\n[04:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boof 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Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":20177990,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Blunted On Reality","duration":21.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF 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wreck this static\n  start_ms: 82430\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 86970\n- text: (Lauryn Hill)\n  start_ms: 86970\n  end_ms: 87890\n- text: Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  start_ms: 87890\n  end_ms: 89790\n- text: Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  start_ms: 89790\n  end_ms: 92490\n- text: See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  start_ms: 92490\n  end_ms: 94220\n- text: Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  start_ms: 94220\n  end_ms: 96930\n- text: One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  start_ms: 96930\n  end_ms: 99680\n- text: Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  start_ms: 99680\n  end_ms: 102350\n- text: So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  start_ms: 102350\n  end_ms: 104140\n- text: Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  start_ms: 104140\n  end_ms: 106800\n- text: To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  start_ms: 106800\n  end_ms: 109690\n- text: I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  start_ms: 109690\n  end_ms: 112320\n- text: You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  start_ms: 112320\n  end_ms: 114180\n- text: And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  start_ms: 114180\n  end_ms: 116850\n- text: Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n  start_ms: 116850\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 119510\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 119510\n  end_ms: 120420\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 120420\n  end_ms: 121390\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 121390\n  end_ms: 122270\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 122270\n  end_ms: 125850\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 125850\n  end_ms: 126740\n- text: Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  start_ms: 126740\n  end_ms: 130410\n- text: So let me re-light your viacom\n  start_ms: 130410\n  end_ms: 131350\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 131350\n  end_ms: 133100\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 133100\n  end_ms: 135880\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 135880\n  end_ms: 138560\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 138560\n  end_ms: 141280\n- text: All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  start_ms: 141280\n  end_ms: 143140\n- text: You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n  start_ms: 143140\n  end_ms: 145880\n- text: The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  start_ms: 145880\n  end_ms: 148520\n- text: Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n  start_ms: 148520\n  end_ms: 150350\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 150350\n  end_ms: 151260\n- text: Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  start_ms: 151260\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155750\n- text: Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n  start_ms: 155750\n  end_ms: 158550\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 158550\n  end_ms: 159440\n- text: I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  start_ms: 159440\n  end_ms: 160380\n- text: Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  start_ms: 160380\n  end_ms: 162140\n- text: Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  start_ms: 162140\n  end_ms: 163990\n- text: Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  start_ms: 163990\n  end_ms: 164820\n- text: Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  start_ms: 164820\n  end_ms: 166640\n- text: (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  start_ms: 166640\n  end_ms: 167580\n- text: I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n  start_ms: 167580\n  end_ms: 170250\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 170250\n  end_ms: 171130\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 171130\n  end_ms: 172930\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 172930\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 179350\n- text: (Mad Spider)\n  start_ms: 179350\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 184710\n- text: Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  start_ms: 184710\n  end_ms: 187510\n- text: Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  start_ms: 187510\n  end_ms: 190240\n- text: I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  start_ms: 190240\n  end_ms: 192060\n- text: He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  start_ms: 192060\n  end_ms: 194720\n- text: No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  start_ms: 194720\n  end_ms: 197420\n- text: I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  start_ms: 197420\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":13627468,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Playlist: The Very Best Of","duration":309.342041,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nsome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nand Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nget the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nhold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\ndown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nwho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nup the block they ran, I came back with the bag\ncause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nbut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nwhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF 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SMOKE!\n  start_ms: 166640\n  end_ms: 167580\n- text: I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n  start_ms: 167580\n  end_ms: 170250\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 170250\n  end_ms: 171130\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 171130\n  end_ms: 172930\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 172930\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 179350\n- text: (Mad Spider)\n  start_ms: 179350\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 184710\n- text: Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  start_ms: 184710\n  end_ms: 187510\n- text: Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  start_ms: 187510\n  end_ms: 190240\n- text: I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  start_ms: 190240\n  end_ms: 192060\n- text: He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  start_ms: 192060\n  end_ms: 194720\n- text: No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  start_ms: 194720\n  end_ms: 197420\n- text: I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  start_ms: 197420\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  and Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":24461551,"name":"boof baf","trackName":"boof baf","artistName":"fugees","albumName":"das beste","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:00.91] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.64] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.32] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.17] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:10.81] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.65] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:15.48] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.13] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:19.10] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.75] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.56] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.21] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.09] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:30.87] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.59] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.21] (*undecipherable singing*)\n[04:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: boof 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Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":35727844,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"1996-05-22: Live at Club Gino: Stockholm, Sweden","duration":43.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:00.91] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:03.64] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:06.32] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:08.17] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:10.81] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[04:13.65] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[04:15.48] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n[04:18.13] (Wyclef Jean)\n[04:19.10] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:21.75] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:23.56] We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:26.21] Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n[04:28.09] Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:30.87] You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:33.59] You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n[04:36.21] (*undecipherable singing*)\n[04:55.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boof Baf\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: '1996-05-22: Live at Club Gino: Stockholm, Sweden'\n  duration_ms: 43000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  start_ms: 10010\n  end_ms: 11850\n- text: But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  start_ms: 11850\n  end_ms: 13650\n- text: Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  start_ms: 13650\n  end_ms: 16350\n- text: They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  start_ms: 16350\n  end_ms: 19050\n- text: Some write forward, some write backward\n  start_ms: 19050\n  end_ms: 21780\n- text: I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  start_ms: 21780\n  end_ms: 23620\n- text: With a that's worse than the last one\n  start_ms: 23620\n  end_ms: 27220\n- text: Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  start_ms: 27220\n  end_ms: 29030\n- text: And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  start_ms: 29030\n  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(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 59860\n  end_ms: 60750\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 60750\n  end_ms: 62530\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 62530\n  end_ms: 65250\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 65250\n  end_ms: 67040\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 67040\n  end_ms: 68800\n- text: Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  start_ms: 68800\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72570\n- text: Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  start_ms: 72570\n  end_ms: 75210\n- text: Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n  start_ms: 75210\n  end_ms: 77080\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 77080\n  end_ms: 78850\n- text: One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  start_ms: 78850\n  end_ms: 79710\n- text: Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  start_ms: 79710\n  end_ms: 82430\n- 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end_ms: 106800\n- text: To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  start_ms: 106800\n  end_ms: 109690\n- text: I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  start_ms: 109690\n  end_ms: 112320\n- text: You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  start_ms: 112320\n  end_ms: 114180\n- text: And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  start_ms: 114180\n  end_ms: 116850\n- text: Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n  start_ms: 116850\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 119510\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 119510\n  end_ms: 120420\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 120420\n  end_ms: 121390\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 121390\n  end_ms: 122270\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 122270\n  end_ms: 125850\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 125850\n  end_ms: 126740\n- text: Well I'm on fire 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Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"},{"id":29033144,"name":"Boof Baf","trackName":"Boof Baf","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Blunted on Reality","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\nBut how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\nCause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\nThey go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\nSome write forward, some write backward\nI wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\nWith a that's worse than the last one\nSome say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\nAnd Hatians cause you thought I was American\nAy Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\nGo back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\nBut now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n(Pras)\nI'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\nEmcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\nMind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\nBlack stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\nWhen they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\nHuh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSaid if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\nIf you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\nFive plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\nThen spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n(Pras)\nOne, two, I throw a flow to catch it\nThree, four, back she know before the track miss\nI FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n(Lauryn Hill)\nAiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\nRollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\nSee life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\nHannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\nOne, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\nThree, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\nSo what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\nGet the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\nTo kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\nI'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\nYou say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\nAnd when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\nCause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nWell I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\nSo let me re-light your viacom\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAnd let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\nAll that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\nYou listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\nThe ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\nPras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n(Pras)\nStall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\nRhyme and cultural, style and never old\nSlashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nI say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\nCoolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\nSomebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\nHold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\nDown with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\nI got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n(Mad Spider)\nRich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\nWho used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\nLet me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\nBoof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\nI used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\nHe said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\nNo cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\nI waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\nSo hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\nThis the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\nBam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\nUp the block they ran, I came back with the bag\nCause that's my momma man\nI'm just patrollin', move off in the block\nBut the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\nSo don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\nA just remain yourself and be the same\nCause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\nSo here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n(Pras)\nCause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\nWhose the originator, step up infiltrator\nSee you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\nTape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\nAND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n(BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n(BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n(Wyclef Jean)\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nWe want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\nPay the man to rhyme onto it\nSay gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\nYou musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\nYou want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n(*undecipherable singing*)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.01] I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n[00:11.85] But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n[00:13.65] Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n[00:16.35] They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n[00:19.05] Some write forward, some write backward\n[00:21.78] I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n[00:23.62] With a that's worse than the last one\n[00:27.22] Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n[00:29.03] And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n[00:31.78] Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n[00:33.54] Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n[00:39.00] But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n[00:40.82] (Pras)\n[00:43.53] I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n[00:45.38] Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n[00:48.07] Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n[00:50.75] Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n[00:53.59] When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n[00:55.33] Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n[00:58.07] (Wyclef Jean)\n[00:59.86] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:00.75] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:02.53] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[01:05.25] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[01:07.04] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:08.80] Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n[01:09.86] If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n[01:12.57] Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n[01:15.21] Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n[01:17.08] (Pras)\n[01:18.85] One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n[01:19.71] Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n[01:22.43] I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n[01:24.21] (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n[01:26.97] (Lauryn Hill)\n[01:27.89] Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n[01:29.79] Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n[01:32.49] See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n[01:34.22] Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n[01:36.93] One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n[01:39.68] Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n[01:42.35] So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n[01:44.14] Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n[01:46.80] To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n[01:49.69] I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n[01:52.32] You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n[01:54.18] And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n[01:56.85] Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n[01:58.62] (Wyclef Jean)\n[01:59.51] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:00.42] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:01.39] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:02.27] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:05.85] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:06.74] Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n[02:10.41] So let me re-light your viacom\n[02:11.35] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:13.10] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:15.88] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:18.56] And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n[02:21.28] All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n[02:23.14] You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n[02:25.88] The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n[02:28.52] Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n[02:30.35] (Pras)\n[02:31.26] Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n[02:33.01] Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n[02:35.75] Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n[02:38.55] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:39.44] I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n[02:40.38] Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n[02:42.14] Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n[02:43.99] Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n[02:44.82] Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n[02:46.64] (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n[02:47.58] I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n[02:50.25] (Wyclef Jean)\n[02:51.13] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:52.93] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:54.78] (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n[02:58.45] (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n[02:59.35] (Mad Spider)\n[03:00.27] Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n[03:02.02] Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n[03:04.71] Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n[03:07.51] Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n[03:10.24] I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n[03:12.06] He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n[03:14.72] No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n[03:17.42] I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n[03:19.23] So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n[03:21.91] This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n[03:23.77] Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n[03:26.52] Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n[03:29.23] Cause that's my momma man\n[03:30.13] I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n[03:31.98] But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n[03:33.75] So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n[03:37.39] A just remain yourself and be the same\n[03:39.14] Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n[03:41.99] So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n[03:42.87] (Pras)\n[03:44.68] Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n[03:46.48] Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n[03:48.20] See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n[03:50.93] Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n[03:53.67] AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n[03:55.56] (Wyclef Jean)\n[03:56.46] (BOOF 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remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  start_ms: 31780\n  end_ms: 33540\n- text: Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  start_ms: 33540\n  end_ms: 39000\n- text: But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n  start_ms: 39000\n  end_ms: 40820\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 40820\n  end_ms: 43530\n- text: I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  start_ms: 43530\n  end_ms: 45380\n- text: Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  start_ms: 45380\n  end_ms: 48070\n- text: Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  start_ms: 48070\n  end_ms: 50750\n- text: Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  start_ms: 50750\n  end_ms: 53590\n- text: When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  start_ms: 53590\n  end_ms: 55330\n- text: Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n  start_ms: 55330\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 59860\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 59860\n  end_ms: 60750\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 60750\n  end_ms: 62530\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 62530\n  end_ms: 65250\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 65250\n  end_ms: 67040\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 67040\n  end_ms: 68800\n- text: Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  start_ms: 68800\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72570\n- text: Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  start_ms: 72570\n  end_ms: 75210\n- text: Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n  start_ms: 75210\n  end_ms: 77080\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 77080\n  end_ms: 78850\n- text: One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  start_ms: 78850\n  end_ms: 79710\n- text: Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  start_ms: 79710\n  end_ms: 82430\n- text: I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  start_ms: 82430\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 86970\n- text: (Lauryn Hill)\n  start_ms: 86970\n  end_ms: 87890\n- text: Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  start_ms: 87890\n  end_ms: 89790\n- text: Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  start_ms: 89790\n  end_ms: 92490\n- text: See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  start_ms: 92490\n  end_ms: 94220\n- text: Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  start_ms: 94220\n  end_ms: 96930\n- text: One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  start_ms: 96930\n  end_ms: 99680\n- text: Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  start_ms: 99680\n  end_ms: 102350\n- text: So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  start_ms: 102350\n  end_ms: 104140\n- text: Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  start_ms: 104140\n  end_ms: 106800\n- text: To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  start_ms: 106800\n  end_ms: 109690\n- text: I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  start_ms: 109690\n  end_ms: 112320\n- text: You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  start_ms: 112320\n  end_ms: 114180\n- text: And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  start_ms: 114180\n  end_ms: 116850\n- text: Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n  start_ms: 116850\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 119510\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 119510\n  end_ms: 120420\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 120420\n  end_ms: 121390\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 121390\n  end_ms: 122270\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 122270\n  end_ms: 125850\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 125850\n  end_ms: 126740\n- text: Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  start_ms: 126740\n  end_ms: 130410\n- text: So let me re-light your viacom\n  start_ms: 130410\n  end_ms: 131350\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 131350\n  end_ms: 133100\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 133100\n  end_ms: 135880\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 135880\n  end_ms: 138560\n- text: And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  start_ms: 138560\n  end_ms: 141280\n- text: All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  start_ms: 141280\n  end_ms: 143140\n- text: You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n  start_ms: 143140\n  end_ms: 145880\n- text: The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  start_ms: 145880\n  end_ms: 148520\n- text: Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n  start_ms: 148520\n  end_ms: 150350\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 150350\n  end_ms: 151260\n- text: Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  start_ms: 151260\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 155750\n- text: Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n  start_ms: 155750\n  end_ms: 158550\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 158550\n  end_ms: 159440\n- text: I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  start_ms: 159440\n  end_ms: 160380\n- text: Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  start_ms: 160380\n  end_ms: 162140\n- text: Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  start_ms: 162140\n  end_ms: 163990\n- text: Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  start_ms: 163990\n  end_ms: 164820\n- text: Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  start_ms: 164820\n  end_ms: 166640\n- text: (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  start_ms: 166640\n  end_ms: 167580\n- text: I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n  start_ms: 167580\n  end_ms: 170250\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 170250\n  end_ms: 171130\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 171130\n  end_ms: 172930\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 172930\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 178450\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 178450\n  end_ms: 179350\n- text: (Mad Spider)\n  start_ms: 179350\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 182020\n- text: Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  start_ms: 182020\n  end_ms: 184710\n- text: Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  start_ms: 184710\n  end_ms: 187510\n- text: Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  start_ms: 187510\n  end_ms: 190240\n- text: I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  start_ms: 190240\n  end_ms: 192060\n- text: He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  start_ms: 192060\n  end_ms: 194720\n- text: No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  start_ms: 194720\n  end_ms: 197420\n- text: I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  start_ms: 197420\n  end_ms: 199230\n- text: So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  start_ms: 199230\n  end_ms: 201910\n- text: This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  start_ms: 201910\n  end_ms: 203770\n- text: Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  start_ms: 203770\n  end_ms: 206520\n- text: Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  start_ms: 206520\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Cause that's my momma man\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210130\n- text: I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  start_ms: 210130\n  end_ms: 211980\n- text: But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  start_ms: 211980\n  end_ms: 213750\n- text: So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  start_ms: 213750\n  end_ms: 217390\n- text: A just remain yourself and be the same\n  start_ms: 217390\n  end_ms: 219140\n- text: Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  start_ms: 219140\n  end_ms: 221990\n- text: So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n  start_ms: 221990\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: (Pras)\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 224680\n- text: Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  start_ms: 224680\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228200\n- text: See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  start_ms: 228200\n  end_ms: 230930\n- text: Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  start_ms: 230930\n  end_ms: 233670\n- text: AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n  start_ms: 233670\n  end_ms: 235560\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 235560\n  end_ms: 236460\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 236460\n  end_ms: 240910\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 240910\n  end_ms: 243640\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 243640\n  end_ms: 246320\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 246320\n  end_ms: 248170\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250810\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  start_ms: 250810\n  end_ms: 253650\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  start_ms: 253650\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: (Wyclef Jean)\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259100\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 259100\n  end_ms: 261750\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 261750\n  end_ms: 263560\n- text: We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 263560\n  end_ms: 266210\n- text: Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  start_ms: 266210\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 270870\n- text: You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 270870\n  end_ms: 273590\n- text: You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n  start_ms: 273590\n  end_ms: 276210\n- text: (*undecipherable singing*)\n  start_ms: 276210\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 295200\nplain: |-\n  I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees\n  But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees\n  Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company\n  They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better\n  Some write forward, some write backward\n  I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo\n  With a that's worse than the last one\n  Some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans\n  And Hatians cause you thought I was American\n  Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!\n  Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new\n  But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!\n\n  (Pras)\n  I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island\n  Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'\n  Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in\n  Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'\n  When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'\n  Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)\n  If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)\n  Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)\n  Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site\n\n  (Pras)\n  One, two, I throw a flow to catch it\n  Three, four, back she know before the track miss\n  I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static\n  (But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!)\n\n  (Lauryn Hill)\n  Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie\n  Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones\n  See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue\n  Hannibal heads, I be the kid from \"Timbuktu\"\n  One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready\n  Three, four, please the army - \"Oh God\", with Uzi's\n  So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie\n  Get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy\n  To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps\n  I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man\n  You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs\n  And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman\n  Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)\n  So let me re-light your viacom\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!)\n  All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic\n  You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic\n\n  The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital\n  Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical\n\n  (Pras)\n  Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)\n  Rhyme and cultural, style and never old\n  Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke? Juano?\n  Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it\n  Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?\n  Hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em\n  Down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and\n  (Boo-shoo-coo-coo!) SMOKE!\n  I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n\n  (Mad Spider)\n  Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood\n  Who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe\n  Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five\n  Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops\n  I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was\n  He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun\n  No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride\n  I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive\n  So hear the spirits, many fear,? Sir New Stosser?\n  This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come\n  Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic\n  Up the block they ran, I came back with the bag\n  Cause that's my momma man\n  I'm just patrollin', move off in the block\n  But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about\n  So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane\n  A just remain yourself and be the same\n  Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'\n  So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm\n\n  (Pras)\n  Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator\n  Whose the originator, step up infiltrator\n  See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor\n  Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!\n  AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck punk, try\n  (BOOF BAF!), another sound of a guy\n  (BOOF BAF!), never boy, duck...\n\n  (Wyclef Jean)\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!)\n  Pay the man to rhyme onto it\n  Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!) say tell me where you get your (?) from (BOOF BAF!)\n  You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!)\n  You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!)\n\n  (*undecipherable singing*)\n"}]