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forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\nYou do the rhyme, thinkin' no one can stop ya\nI be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\nWhen I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\nNow here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\nNatural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka\nAny old style, I throw it in a locker\n\nWell I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka\nMe got no bag of cheeba 'cause I never had a knocker\nMy cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'Aka\nI flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\n\nYou boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\nYour style remind me of yesterday, old news\nSad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\nOr bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\nIt's not a capital gain\nSo watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\nBustin' nuts, bustin' style\nGettin' buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\nComin' on the mic, from a higher level\nBroke is no joke choke the hell out of the devil\n\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nWhat about Martin?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nWhat about Malcolm?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nRosa Parks?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nYou hung a man after dark\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nCease the violence\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n\nYo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\nSome said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread\nBut I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\nMind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\nCan't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\nIn a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\nTeacher, explain the parable, it's simple\nIt's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\nThan for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\nAnd walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\nFeelings are mutual so sign your life, to Prudential\nDon't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\nThere's six million ways to die but choose four\n'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\n\nWhen checks that means pump your fist\nRemember Moses people, this is Exodus\nDon't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\nThem who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness\nThe land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\nWe droppin' the bass drum, then we\nYou can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua\nSo march to St. Lawrence\nYo march I got your back, march!\n\nCrown Heights\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nCease the violence\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nA moment of silence\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nFor those who died\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nPublic Enemy\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nNumber one\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nFredric Douglass\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nHarriet Tubman\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nAristide\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nBob Marley\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nPrazwell\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nTo my man Khalid\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n\nNow, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads\nRhymes, kinks, braids and dreads\nThe mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah\nAnd keep your heads nappy","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.91] Why am I trapped in a cage?\n[00:09.85] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:11.53] Barber can I get a fade?\n[00:12.77] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:13.91] Teacher teacher check my grades\n[00:14.85] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:16.08] I grab the mic in a rage!\n[00:18.74] You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n[00:21.59] You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane\n[00:23.66] Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song\n[00:25.57] Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong\n[00:28.52] And I say to myself, what a wonderful world\n[00:30.89] But what the fuck was so wonderful 'bout pickin cotton, on a farm?\n[00:35.27] The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n[00:38.00] Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n[00:40.21] Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?\n[00:42.50] Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one\n[00:43.32] -You-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks\n[00:45.10] Out of Hooterville land of the ill kill\n[00:47.07] Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[00:49.63] Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor\n[00:51.93] 'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-three\n[00:53.16] When I used to rock my Pumas\n[00:53.90] Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin\n[00:56.52] One out of ten, I'm passin the mic next time I'll get wicked\n[00:58.95] Heard the man who went before, got intimated\n[01:00.91] You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\n[01:03.65] You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin', chillin'\n[01:06.12] Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\n[01:08.78] I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off\n[01:11.01] A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n[01:13.73] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:15.12] Teacher teacher check my grades\n[01:16.04] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:17.51] I coulda sworn I had an A\n[01:18.44] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:20.08] I grab the mic in a rage!\n[01:21.70] You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\n[01:24.68] Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\n[01:27.18] You do the rhyme, thinkin' no one can stop ya\n[01:29.36] I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\n[01:31.95] When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\n[01:34.30] Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\n[01:36.74] Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka\n[01:39.11] Any old style, I throw it in a locker\n[01:41.19] Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka\n[01:43.55] Me got no bag of cheeba 'cause I never had a knocker\n[01:46.02] My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'Aka\n[01:48.43] I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\n[01:50.64] You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\n[01:53.18] Your style remind me of yesterday, old news\n[01:55.45] Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\n[01:58.19] Or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\n[02:00.84] It's not a capital gain\n[02:02.14] So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\n[02:04.50] Bustin' nuts, bustin' style\n[02:06.60] Gettin' buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\n[02:09.65] Comin' on the mic, from a higher level\n[02:12.04] Broke is no joke choke the hell out of the devil\n[02:14.71] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:16.24] What about Martin?\n[02:17.47] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:18.56] What about Malcolm?\n[02:19.75] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:21.00] Rosa Parks?\n[02:22.36] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:22.80] You hung a man after dark\n[02:24.50] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:25.47] Cease the violence\n[02:27.08] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:28.38] Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\n[02:31.32] Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread\n[02:33.93] But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\n[02:36.07] Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\n[02:38.47] Can't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\n[02:40.65] In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\n[02:43.16] Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple\n[02:45.42] It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\n[02:47.97] Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\n[02:50.08] And walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\n[02:52.67] Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to Prudential\n[02:55.05] Don't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\n[02:57.23] There's six million ways to die but choose four\n[02:59.54] 'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\n[03:03.11] When checks that means pump your fist\n[03:04.59] Remember Moses people, this is Exodus\n[03:06.15] Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\n[03:08.40] Them who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness\n[03:10.84] The land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\n[03:13.18] We droppin' the bass drum, then we\n[03:15.31] You can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua\n[03:20.16] So march to St. Lawrence\n[03:21.36] Yo march I got your back, march!\n[03:23.86] Crown Heights\n[03:25.83] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:27.15] Cease the violence\n[03:28.23] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:29.03] A moment of silence\n[03:30.74] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:31.70] For those who died\n[03:33.01] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:34.02] Public Enemy\n[03:35.52] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:36.34] Number one\n[03:37.90] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:38.89] Fredric Douglass\n[03:40.18] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:41.15] Harriet Tubman\n[03:42.51] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:43.43] Aristide\n[03:44.75] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:45.87] Bob Marley\n[03:47.29] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:48.19] Prazwell\n[03:49.50] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:50.39] To my man Khalid\n[03:51.76] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:53.64] Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads\n[03:55.70] Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads\n[03:57.89] The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah\n[04:00.84] And keep your heads nappy\n[04:13.70] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nappy Heads\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Nappy Heads\n  duration_ms: 345480\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Why am I trapped in a cage?\n  start_ms: 8910\n  end_ms: 9850\n- text: (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 11530\n- text: Barber can I get a fade?\n  start_ms: 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rage!\n\n  You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\n  Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\n  You do the rhyme, thinkin' no one can stop ya\n  I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\n  When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\n  Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\n  Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka\n  Any old style, I throw it in a locker\n\n  Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka\n  Me got no bag of cheeba 'cause I never had a knocker\n  My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'Aka\n  I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\n\n  You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\n  Your style remind me of yesterday, old news\n  Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\n  Or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\n  It's not a capital gain\n  So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\n  Bustin' nuts, bustin' style\n  Gettin' buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\n  Comin' on the mic, from a higher level\n  Broke is no joke choke the hell out of the devil\n\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  What about Martin?\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  What about Malcolm?\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Rosa Parks?\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  You hung a man after dark\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Cease the violence\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n\n  Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\n  Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread\n  But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\n  Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\n  Can't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\n  In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\n  Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple\n  It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\n  Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\n  And walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\n  Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to Prudential\n  Don't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\n  There's six million ways to die but choose four\n  'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\n\n  When checks that means pump your fist\n  Remember Moses people, this is Exodus\n  Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\n  Them who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness\n  The land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\n  We droppin' the bass drum, then we\n  You can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua\n  So march to St. Lawrence\n  Yo march I got your back, march!\n\n  Crown Heights\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Cease the violence\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  A moment of silence\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  For those who died\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Public Enemy\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  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(hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\nWord\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nYou wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\nIn all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\nCling to false also those papers say ock\nI got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\nBa-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\nIf you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\nI was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\nAssassination on the kid from the capital\nI never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\nCondition critical, spirit over who's the physical\nSo if I die, catch me at the funeral\nI'll fly away, oh glory\nWith a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\nAnd the Angels write raps on holy paper\nI said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\nOne flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\nMy sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n\nSo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\nI don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\nNever had to battle with a bullet proof vest\nThey call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\nI don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\nNo disrespect to the West, true indeed\nI rock it to the East, the East is the seed\nTo see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\nPeace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\nNow we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\nMy own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\nWhatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\nHill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\nA mister three piece suit\nCheck the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\nNah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\nI got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\nI feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n(I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\nNo I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\nYo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nHey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\nIf it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\nAs slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\nSo come follow me to the land of Abraham\nThis land's your land, this land's my land\nThe blacker the black man, the better the next man\n(Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\nAh, feel injection\nPut the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\nYou maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\nOh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? 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(hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n[00:16.98] Word\n[00:19.27] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:24.03] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:28.92] You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n[00:32.36] In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n[00:34.55] Cling to false also those papers say ock\n[00:36.69] I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n[00:39.45] Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n[00:41.90] If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n[00:44.33] 'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\n[00:46.69] I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n[00:49.64] Assassination on the kid from the capital\n[00:51.69] I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n[00:54.75] Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n[00:57.23] So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n[00:59.27] I'll fly away, oh glory\n[01:01.67] With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n[01:04.46] And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n[01:06.37] I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n[01:09.07] One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n[01:11.45] My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n[01:13.77] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[01:16.62] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[01:21.40] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[01:23.84] I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n[01:26.36] Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n[01:28.84] They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n[01:31.28] I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n[01:33.64] No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n[01:35.52] I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n[01:37.94] To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n[01:40.51] Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n[01:43.19] Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n[01:45.18] My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n[01:48.02] Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n[01:50.63] Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n[01:52.52] A mister three piece suit\n[01:53.91] Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n[01:56.09] Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n[01:57.91] I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n[02:01.23] I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n[02:02.98] (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:05.55] A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n[02:07.93] No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:10.73] A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n[02:13.79] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[02:16.30] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:20.71] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[02:23.23] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:25.56] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[02:27.56] Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n[02:30.49] If it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n[02:33.53] 'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n[02:35.68] As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n[02:38.08] So come follow me to the land of Abraham\n[02:40.57] This land's your land, this land's my land\n[02:42.73] The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n[02:45.24] (Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n[02:47.74] Ah, feel injection\n[02:50.17] Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n[02:52.95] You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n[02:55.99] Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\n[02:58.29] Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n[02:59.94] Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n[03:02.76] (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n[03:05.71] But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n[03:09.58] Mr Slave Man\n[03:12.28] The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n[03:15.61] Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n[03:17.78] Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n[03:20.90] You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n[03:22.56] Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n[03:24.95] Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[03:27.86] Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n[03:30.27] 'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n[03:32.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:34.64] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:37.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:39.58] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:42.69] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[03:45.13] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:49.73] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[03:52.19] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:54.37] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[03:57.63] Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:00.08] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:04.42] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:06.97] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:09.41] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:12.38] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:14.73] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:17.17] They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n[04:22.36] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:24.72] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:27.50] They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n[04:32.04] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:34.52] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:39.27] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:41.52] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:43.94] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:46.35] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:48.73] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:51.19] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:53.60] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:56.09] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:01.27] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:06.07] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:10.93] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[05:12.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nappy Heads (remix)\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Nappy Heads\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 150\n  end_ms: 2260\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 2260\n  end_ms: 7490\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 7490\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 13270\n- text: Whatchu got there? 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(The five heartbeats)\n[02:58.29] Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n[02:59.94] Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n[03:02.76] (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n[03:05.71] But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n[03:09.58] Mr Slave Man\n[03:12.28] The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n[03:15.61] Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n[03:17.78] Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n[03:20.90] You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n[03:22.56] Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n[03:24.95] Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[03:27.86] Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n[03:30.27] 'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n[03:32.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:34.64] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:37.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:39.58] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:42.69] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[03:45.13] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:49.73] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[03:52.19] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:54.37] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[03:57.63] Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:00.08] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:04.42] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:06.97] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:09.41] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:12.38] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:14.73] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:17.17] They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n[04:22.36] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:24.72] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:27.50] They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n[04:32.04] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:34.52] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:39.27] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:41.52] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:43.94] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:46.35] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:48.73] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:51.19] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:53.60] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:56.09] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:01.27] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:06.07] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:10.93] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[05:12.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nappy Heads (Remix)\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Nappy Heads (CD Single)\n  duration_ms: 323000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 150\n  end_ms: 2260\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 2260\n  end_ms: 7490\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 7490\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 13270\n- text: Whatchu got there? (hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n  start_ms: 13270\n  end_ms: 16980\n- text: Word\n  start_ms: 16980\n  end_ms: 19270\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 19270\n  end_ms: 24030\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 24030\n  end_ms: 28920\n- text: You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n  start_ms: 28920\n  end_ms: 32360\n- text: In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n  start_ms: 32360\n  end_ms: 34550\n- text: Cling to false also those papers say ock\n  start_ms: 34550\n  end_ms: 36690\n- text: I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n  start_ms: 36690\n  end_ms: 39450\n- text: Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n  start_ms: 39450\n  end_ms: 41900\n- text: If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n  start_ms: 41900\n  end_ms: 44330\n- text: '''Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin'\n  start_ms: 44330\n  end_ms: 46690\n- text: I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n  start_ms: 46690\n  end_ms: 49640\n- text: Assassination on the kid from the capital\n  start_ms: 49640\n  end_ms: 51690\n- text: I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n  start_ms: 51690\n  end_ms: 54750\n- text: Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n  start_ms: 54750\n  end_ms: 57230\n- text: So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n  start_ms: 57230\n  end_ms: 59270\n- text: I'll fly away, oh glory\n  start_ms: 59270\n  end_ms: 61670\n- text: With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n  start_ms: 61670\n  end_ms: 64460\n- text: And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n  start_ms: 64460\n  end_ms: 66370\n- text: I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n  start_ms: 66370\n  end_ms: 69070\n- text: One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n  start_ms: 69070\n  end_ms: 71450\n- text: My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n  start_ms: 71450\n  end_ms: 73770\n- text: So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 73770\n  end_ms: 76620\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 76620\n  end_ms: 81400\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 81400\n  end_ms: 83840\n- text: I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n  start_ms: 83840\n  end_ms: 86360\n- text: Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n  start_ms: 86360\n  end_ms: 88840\n- text: They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n  start_ms: 88840\n  end_ms: 91280\n- text: I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n  start_ms: 91280\n  end_ms: 93640\n- text: No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n  start_ms: 93640\n  end_ms: 95520\n- text: I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n  start_ms: 95520\n  end_ms: 97940\n- text: To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n  start_ms: 97940\n  end_ms: 100510\n- text: Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n  start_ms: 100510\n  end_ms: 103190\n- text: Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n  start_ms: 103190\n  end_ms: 105180\n- text: My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n  start_ms: 105180\n  end_ms: 108020\n- text: Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n  start_ms: 108020\n  end_ms: 110630\n- text: Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n  start_ms: 110630\n  end_ms: 112520\n- text: A mister three piece suit\n  start_ms: 112520\n  end_ms: 113910\n- text: Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n  start_ms: 113910\n  end_ms: 116090\n- text: Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n  start_ms: 116090\n  end_ms: 117910\n- text: I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n  start_ms: 117910\n  end_ms: 121230\n- text: I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n  start_ms: 121230\n  end_ms: 122980\n- text: (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  start_ms: 122980\n  end_ms: 125550\n- text: A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n  start_ms: 125550\n  end_ms: 127930\n- text: No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  start_ms: 127930\n  end_ms: 130730\n- text: A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n  start_ms: 130730\n  end_ms: 133790\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 133790\n  end_ms: 136300\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 136300\n  end_ms: 140710\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 140710\n  end_ms: 143230\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 143230\n  end_ms: 145560\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 145560\n  end_ms: 147560\n- text: Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n  start_ms: 147560\n  end_ms: 150490\n- text: If it's... 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(The five heartbeats)\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 178290\n- text: Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n  start_ms: 178290\n  end_ms: 179940\n- text: Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n  start_ms: 179940\n  end_ms: 182760\n- text: (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n  start_ms: 182760\n  end_ms: 185710\n- text: But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n  start_ms: 185710\n  end_ms: 189580\n- text: Mr Slave Man\n  start_ms: 189580\n  end_ms: 192280\n- text: The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n  start_ms: 192280\n  end_ms: 195610\n- text: Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  start_ms: 195610\n  end_ms: 197780\n- text: Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n  start_ms: 197780\n  end_ms: 200900\n- text: You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n  start_ms: 200900\n  end_ms: 202560\n- text: Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n  start_ms: 202560\n  end_ms: 204950\n- text: Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  start_ms: 204950\n  end_ms: 207860\n- text: Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n  start_ms: 207860\n  end_ms: 210270\n- text: '''Cause I''ve been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas'\n  start_ms: 210270\n  end_ms: 212170\n- text: Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 212170\n  end_ms: 214640\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 214640\n  end_ms: 217170\n- text: Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 217170\n  end_ms: 219580\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 219580\n  end_ms: 222690\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 222690\n  end_ms: 225130\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 225130\n  end_ms: 229730\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 229730\n  end_ms: 232190\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 232190\n  end_ms: 234370\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 234370\n  end_ms: 237630\n- text: Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 237630\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 244420\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 244420\n  end_ms: 246970\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 246970\n  end_ms: 249410\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 249410\n  end_ms: 252380\n- text: I wear my sunglasses at night\n  start_ms: 252380\n  end_ms: 254730\n- text: To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  start_ms: 254730\n  end_ms: 257170\n- text: They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n  start_ms: 257170\n  end_ms: 262360\n- text: I wear my sunglasses at night\n  start_ms: 262360\n  end_ms: 264720\n- text: To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  start_ms: 264720\n  end_ms: 267500\n- text: They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n  start_ms: 267500\n  end_ms: 272040\n- text: So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 272040\n  end_ms: 274520\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 274520\n  end_ms: 279270\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 279270\n  end_ms: 281520\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 281520\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286350\n- text: Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 286350\n  end_ms: 288730\n- text: A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 288730\n  end_ms: 291190\n- text: Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 291190\n  end_ms: 293600\n- text: A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 293600\n  end_ms: 296090\n- text: And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  start_ms: 296090\n  end_ms: 301270\n- text: And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  start_ms: 301270\n  end_ms: 306070\n- text: And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  start_ms: 306070\n  end_ms: 310930\n- text: Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 310930\n  end_ms: 312970\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 312970\nplain: |-\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\n  Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  Whatchu got there? (hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n  Word\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n  In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n  Cling to false also those papers say ock\n  I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n  Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n  If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n  'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\n  I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n  Assassination on the kid from the capital\n  I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n  Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n  So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n  I'll fly away, oh glory\n  With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n  And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n  I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n  One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n  My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n\n  So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\n  I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n  Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n  They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n  I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n  No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n  I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n  To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n  Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n  Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n  My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n  Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n  Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n  A mister three piece suit\n  Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n  Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n  I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n  I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n  (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n  No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n  If it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n  'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n  As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n  So come follow me to the land of Abraham\n  This land's your land, this land's my land\n  The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n  (Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n  Ah, feel injection\n  Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n  You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n  Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\n  Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n  Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n  (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n  But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n  Mr Slave Man\n  The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n  Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n  You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n  Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n  Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n  'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n\n  Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  I wear my sunglasses at night\n  To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n\n  I wear my sunglasses at night\n  To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n\n  So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n"},{"id":31945572,"name":"Nappy Heads (Remix Radio Edit)","trackName":"Nappy Heads (Remix Radio Edit)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Nappy Heads (CD Single)","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Why am I trapped in a cage?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nBarber can I get a fade?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nTeacher teacher check my grades\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nI grab the mic in a rage\nYou maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n\"You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?\"\nAin't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song\nWord is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong\nAnd I say to myself, what a wonderful world\nBut what the fuck was so wonderful\n'Bout picking cotton on a farm\nThe harder they come, the harder they fall\nSo come one come all\nDon't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\nDoors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?\nTen-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-\nYou-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks\nOut of hooterville land of the ill kill\nBellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\nSome say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor\n'Cause I've been rockin' ever since eighty-three\nWhen I used to rock my pumas\nRap, narcotic psychotic, so hear the statistic\nOne out of ten, I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked\nHeard the man who went before, got intimated\nYou tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\nYou wasn't ready for the realin', dealin', chillin'\nWyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\nI'm jumpin' like a monkey to get mines off\nA-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nTeacher teacher check my grades\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nI coulda sworn I had an a\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nI grab the mic in a rage\nYou put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\nBaseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\nYou do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya\nI be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\nWhen I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\nNow here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\nNatural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin' vodka\nAny old style, I throw it in a locker\nWell I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka\nMe got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker\nMy cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'aka\nI flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\nYou boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\nYour style remind of yesterday, old news\nSad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\nOr bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\nIt's not for capital gain\nSo watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\nBustin' nuts, bustin' style\nGetti'n buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\nComin on the mic, from a higher level\nBroke is no joke, choke the hell out of the devil\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nWhat about Martin?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nWhat about Malcolm?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nRosa Parks?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nYou hung a man after dark\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nCease the violence!\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nYo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\nSome said that it was Jesus, they said he was a natty dread\nBut I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\nMind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\nCan't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\nIn a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\nTeacher, explain the parable, it's simple\nIt's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\nThan for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\nAnd walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\nFeelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential\nDon't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\nThere's six million ways to die but choose four\n'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\nWhen I say sexy that means pump your fist\nRemember Moses people, this is Exodus\nDon't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\nThem who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness\nThe land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\nWe droppin' the bass drum, then we\nYou can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua\nSo march to St. Lawrence\nYo march I got your back, march!\nCrown heights (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nCease the violence (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nA moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nFor those who died (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nPublic enemy (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nNumber one (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nFredric Douglass (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nHarriet Tubman (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nAristide (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nBob Marley (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nPrazwell (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nTo my man Khalid (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nNow, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads\nRhymes, kinks, braids and dreads\nThe mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah\nAnd keep your heads nappy\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.64] Why am I trapped in a cage?\n[00:09.95] (The nappy heads are 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the ill kill\n[00:46.71] Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[00:49.15] Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor\n[00:51.59] 'Cause I've been rockin' ever since eighty-three\n[00:53.19] When I used to rock my pumas\n[00:54.08] Rap, narcotic psychotic, so hear the statistic\n[00:56.34] One out of ten, I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked\n[00:58.64] Heard the man who went before, got intimated\n[01:01.12] You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\n[01:03.61] You wasn't ready for the realin', dealin', chillin'\n[01:05.96] Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\n[01:08.57] I'm jumpin' like a monkey to get mines off\n[01:10.83] A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n[01:13.88] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:15.06] Teacher teacher check my grades\n[01:16.29] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:17.38] I coulda sworn I had an a\n[01:19.05] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:19.80] I grab the mic in a rage\n[01:22.11] You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\n[01:24.52] Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\n[01:27.08] You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya\n[01:29.18] I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\n[01:31.88] When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\n[01:34.34] Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\n[01:36.61] Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin' vodka\n[01:38.97] Any old style, I throw it in a locker\n[01:41.03] Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka\n[01:43.48] Me got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker\n[01:45.78] My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'aka\n[01:48.15] I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\n[01:50.95] You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\n[01:53.09] Your style remind of yesterday, old news\n[01:55.44] Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\n[01:58.02] Or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\n[02:00.78] It's not for capital gain\n[02:02.07] So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\n[02:04.65] Bustin' nuts, bustin' style\n[02:06.67] Getti'n buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\n[02:09.61] Comin on the mic, from a higher level\n[02:11.94] Broke is no joke, choke the hell out of the devil\n[02:14.54] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:16.20] What about Martin?\n[02:18.03] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:18.41] What about Malcolm?\n[02:20.04] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:20.78] Rosa Parks?\n[02:22.09] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:23.05] You hung a man after dark\n[02:24.76] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:25.24] Cease the violence!\n[02:26.58] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:27.91] Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\n[02:31.02] Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a natty dread\n[02:33.85] But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\n[02:36.00] Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\n[02:38.33] Can't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\n[02:40.53] In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\n[02:42.84] Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple\n[02:45.46] It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\n[02:47.63] Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\n[02:50.05] And walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\n[02:52.53] Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential\n[02:54.77] Don't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\n[02:57.11] There's six million ways to die but choose four\n[02:59.31] 'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\n[03:02.49] When I say sexy that means pump your fist\n[03:04.31] Remember Moses people, this is Exodus\n[03:06.17] Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\n[03:08.58] Them who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness\n[03:10.65] The land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\n[03:12.85] We 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mines off\n  A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Teacher teacher check my grades\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  I coulda sworn I had an a\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  I grab the mic in a rage\n  You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\n  Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\n  You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya\n  I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\n  When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\n  Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\n  Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin' vodka\n  Any old style, I throw it in a locker\n  Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka\n  Me got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker\n  My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'aka\n  I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\n  You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\n  Your style 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out)\n  Cease the violence (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  A moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  For those who died (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Public enemy (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Number one (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Fredric Douglass (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Harriet Tubman (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Aristide (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Bob Marley (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Prazwell (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  To my man Khalid (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads\n  Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads\n  The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah\n  And keep your heads nappy\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads 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(hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\nWord\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nYou wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\nIn all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\nCling to false also those papers say ock\nI got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\nBa-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\nIf you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\nI was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\nAssassination on the kid from the capital\nI never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\nCondition critical, spirit over who's the physical\nSo if I die, catch me at the funeral\nI'll fly away, oh glory\nWith a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\nAnd the Angels write raps on holy paper\nI said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\nOne flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\nMy sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n\nSo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\nI don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\nNever had to battle with a bullet proof vest\nThey call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\nI don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\nNo disrespect to the West, true indeed\nI rock it to the East, the East is the seed\nTo see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\nPeace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\nNow we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\nMy own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\nWhatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\nHill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\nA mister three piece suit\nCheck the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\nNah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\nI got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\nI feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n(I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\nNo I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\nYo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nHey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\nIf it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\nAs slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\nSo come follow me to the land of Abraham\nThis land's your land, this land's my land\nThe blacker the black man, the better the next man\n(Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\nAh, feel injection\nPut the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\nYou maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\nOh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? 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(hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n[00:16.98] Word\n[00:19.27] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:24.03] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:28.92] You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n[00:32.36] In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n[00:34.55] Cling to false also those papers say ock\n[00:36.69] I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n[00:39.45] Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n[00:41.90] If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n[00:44.33] 'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\n[00:46.69] I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n[00:49.64] Assassination on the kid from the capital\n[00:51.69] I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n[00:54.75] Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n[00:57.23] So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n[00:59.27] I'll fly away, oh glory\n[01:01.67] With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n[01:04.46] And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n[01:06.37] I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n[01:09.07] One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n[01:11.45] My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n[01:13.77] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[01:16.62] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[01:21.40] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[01:23.84] I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n[01:26.36] Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n[01:28.84] They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n[01:31.28] I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n[01:33.64] No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n[01:35.52] I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n[01:37.94] To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n[01:40.51] Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n[01:43.19] Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n[01:45.18] My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n[01:48.02] Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n[01:50.63] Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n[01:52.52] A mister three piece suit\n[01:53.91] Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n[01:56.09] Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n[01:57.91] I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n[02:01.23] I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n[02:02.98] (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:05.55] A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n[02:07.93] No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:10.73] A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n[02:13.79] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[02:16.30] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:20.71] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[02:23.23] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:25.56] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[02:27.56] Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n[02:30.49] If it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n[02:33.53] 'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n[02:35.68] As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n[02:38.08] So come follow me to the land of Abraham\n[02:40.57] This land's your land, this land's my land\n[02:42.73] The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n[02:45.24] (Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n[02:47.74] Ah, feel injection\n[02:50.17] Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n[02:52.95] You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n[02:55.99] Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\n[02:58.29] Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n[02:59.94] Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n[03:02.76] (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n[03:05.71] But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n[03:09.58] Mr Slave Man\n[03:12.28] The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n[03:15.61] Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n[03:17.78] Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n[03:20.90] You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n[03:22.56] Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n[03:24.95] Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[03:27.86] Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n[03:30.27] 'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n[03:32.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:34.64] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:37.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:39.58] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:42.69] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[03:45.13] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:49.73] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[03:52.19] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:54.37] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[03:57.63] Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:00.08] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:04.42] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:06.97] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:09.41] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:12.38] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:14.73] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:17.17] They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n[04:22.36] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:24.72] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:27.50] They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n[04:32.04] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:34.52] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:39.27] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:41.52] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:43.94] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:46.35] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:48.73] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:51.19] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:53.60] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:56.09] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:01.27] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:06.07] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:10.93] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[05:12.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nappy Heads (Remix)\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Fugees - Killing Me Softly\n  duration_ms: 329000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 150\n  end_ms: 2260\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 2260\n  end_ms: 7490\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 7490\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 13270\n- text: Whatchu got there? 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(The five heartbeats)\n[02:58.29] Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n[02:59.94] Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n[03:02.76] (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n[03:05.71] But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n[03:09.58] Mr Slave Man\n[03:12.28] The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n[03:15.61] Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n[03:17.78] Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n[03:20.90] You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n[03:22.56] Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n[03:24.95] Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[03:27.86] Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n[03:30.27] 'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n[03:32.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:34.64] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:37.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:39.58] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:42.69] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[03:45.13] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:49.73] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[03:52.19] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:54.37] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[03:57.63] Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:00.08] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:04.42] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:06.97] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:09.41] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:12.38] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:14.73] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:17.17] They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n[04:22.36] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:24.72] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:27.50] They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n[04:32.04] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:34.52] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:39.27] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:41.52] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:43.94] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:46.35] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:48.73] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:51.19] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:53.60] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:56.09] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:01.27] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:06.07] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:10.93] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[05:12.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nappy Heads (Remix)\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Very Best Of Fugees\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 150\n  end_ms: 2260\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 2260\n  end_ms: 7490\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 7490\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 13270\n- text: Whatchu got there? 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(The five heartbeats)\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 178290\n- text: Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n  start_ms: 178290\n  end_ms: 179940\n- text: Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n  start_ms: 179940\n  end_ms: 182760\n- text: (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n  start_ms: 182760\n  end_ms: 185710\n- text: But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n  start_ms: 185710\n  end_ms: 189580\n- text: Mr Slave Man\n  start_ms: 189580\n  end_ms: 192280\n- text: The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n  start_ms: 192280\n  end_ms: 195610\n- text: Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  start_ms: 195610\n  end_ms: 197780\n- text: Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n  start_ms: 197780\n  end_ms: 200900\n- text: You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n  start_ms: 200900\n  end_ms: 202560\n- text: Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n  start_ms: 202560\n  end_ms: 204950\n- text: Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  start_ms: 204950\n  end_ms: 207860\n- text: Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n  start_ms: 207860\n  end_ms: 210270\n- text: '''Cause I''ve been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas'\n  start_ms: 210270\n  end_ms: 212170\n- text: Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 212170\n  end_ms: 214640\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 214640\n  end_ms: 217170\n- text: Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 217170\n  end_ms: 219580\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 219580\n  end_ms: 222690\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 222690\n  end_ms: 225130\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 225130\n  end_ms: 229730\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 229730\n  end_ms: 232190\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 232190\n  end_ms: 234370\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 234370\n  end_ms: 237630\n- text: Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 237630\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 244420\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 244420\n  end_ms: 246970\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 246970\n  end_ms: 249410\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 249410\n  end_ms: 252380\n- text: I wear my sunglasses at night\n  start_ms: 252380\n  end_ms: 254730\n- text: To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  start_ms: 254730\n  end_ms: 257170\n- text: They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n  start_ms: 257170\n  end_ms: 262360\n- text: I wear my sunglasses at night\n  start_ms: 262360\n  end_ms: 264720\n- text: To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  start_ms: 264720\n  end_ms: 267500\n- text: They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n  start_ms: 267500\n  end_ms: 272040\n- text: So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 272040\n  end_ms: 274520\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 274520\n  end_ms: 279270\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 279270\n  end_ms: 281520\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 281520\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286350\n- text: Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 286350\n  end_ms: 288730\n- text: A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 288730\n  end_ms: 291190\n- text: Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 291190\n  end_ms: 293600\n- text: A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 293600\n  end_ms: 296090\n- text: And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  start_ms: 296090\n  end_ms: 301270\n- text: And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  start_ms: 301270\n  end_ms: 306070\n- text: And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  start_ms: 306070\n  end_ms: 310930\n- text: Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 310930\n  end_ms: 312970\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 312970\nplain: |-\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\n  Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  Whatchu got there? (hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n  Word\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n  In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n  Cling to false also those papers say ock\n  I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n  Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n  If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n  'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\n  I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n  Assassination on the kid from the capital\n  I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n  Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n  So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n  I'll fly away, oh glory\n  With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n  And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n  I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n  One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n  My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n\n  So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\n  I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n  Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n  They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n  I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n  No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n  I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n  To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n  Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n  Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n  My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n  Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n  Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n  A mister three piece suit\n  Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n  Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n  I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n  I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n  (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n  No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n  If it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n  'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n  As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n  So come follow me to the land of Abraham\n  This land's your land, this land's my land\n  The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n  (Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n  Ah, feel injection\n  Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n  You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n  Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\n  Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n  Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n  (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n  But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n  Mr Slave Man\n  The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n  Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n  You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n  Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n  Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n  'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n\n  Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  I wear my sunglasses at night\n  To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n\n  I wear my sunglasses at night\n  To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n\n  So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n"},{"id":23136352,"name":"Nappy Heads","trackName":"Nappy Heads","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Fugees Live At Club Gino","duration":178.006375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Why am I trapped in a cage?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nBarber can I get a fade?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nTeacher teacher check my grades\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nI grab the mic in a rage!\n\nYou maintain to put a negro in pain, you used to diss me\nYou sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane\nAin't nuttin' wrong, so snap your head to the song\nWord is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong\nAnd I say to myself, what a wonderful world\n\nBut what the fuck was so wonderful 'bout pickin cotton, on a farm?\nThe harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\nDon't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\nDoors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?\nTen-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one\nYou-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks\n\nOut of Hooterville land of the ill kill\nBellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\nSome say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor\n'Cause I've been rockin ever since '83\nWhen I used to rock my Pumas\nRap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin'\nOne out of ten, I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked\nHeard the man who went before, got intimidated\nYou tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\nYou wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin', chillin'\nWyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\nI'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off\nA-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nTeacher teacher check my grades\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nI coulda sworn I had an A\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nI grab the mic in a rage!\n\nYou put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\nBaseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\nYou do the rhyme, thinkin' no one can stop ya\nI be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\nWhen I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\nNow here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\nNatural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka\nAny old style, I throw it in a locker\n\nWell I'm a cool chief rocka, I never drank no vodka\nMe got no bag of cheeba 'cause I never had a knocker\nMy cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'Aka\nI flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\n\nYou boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\nYour style remind me of yesterday, old news\nSad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\nOr bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\nIt's not a capital gain\nSo watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\nBustin' nuts, bustin' style\nGettin' buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\nComin' on the mic, from a higher level\nBroke is no joke choke the hell out of the devil\n\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nWhat about Martin?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nWhat about Malcolm?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nRosa Parks?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nYou hung a man after dark\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nCease the violence\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n\nYo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\nSome said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread\nBut I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\nMind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\nCan't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\nIn a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\nTeacher, explain the parable, it's simple\nIt's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\nThan for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\nAnd walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\nFeelings are mutual so sign your life, to Prudential\nDon't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\nThere's six million ways to die but choose four\n'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\n\nWhen I say checks that means pump your fist\nRemember Moses people, this is Exodus\nDon't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\nThem who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness\nThe land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\nWe droppin' the bass drum, then we put your heads on a tombstone\nYou can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua\nSo march to St. Lawrence\nYo march I got your back, march!\n\nCrown Heights\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nCease the violence\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nA moment of silence\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nFor those who died\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nPublic Enemy\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nNumber one\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nFrederick Douglass\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nHarriet Tubman\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nAristide\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nBob Marley\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nPrazwell\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nTo my man Khalid\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n\nNow, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads\nRhymes, kinks, braids and dreads\nThe mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah\nAnd keep your heads nappy","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.14] Why am I trapped in a cage?\n[00:11.08] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:11.60] Barber can I get a fade?\n[00:12.98] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:13.98] Teacher teacher check my grades\n[00:15.45] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:16.14] I grab the mic in a rage!\n[00:19.00] You maintain to put a negro in pain, you used to diss me\n[00:21.64] You 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mic next time I'll get wicked\n[00:59.13] Heard the man who went before, got intimidated\n[01:01.36] You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\n[01:03.95] You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin', chillin'\n[01:06.15] Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\n[01:09.00] I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off\n[01:11.06] A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n[01:13.31] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:15.30] Teacher teacher check my grades\n[01:16.76] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:17.49] I coulda sworn I had an A\n[01:18.47] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:19.82] I grab the mic in a rage!\n[01:22.22] You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\n[01:24.97] Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\n[01:27.46] You do the rhyme, thinkin' no one can stop ya\n[01:29.64] I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\n[01:32.26] When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\n[01:34.51] Now here's the 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with old Eddie Kane\n  Ain't nuttin' wrong, so snap your head to the song\n  Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong\n  And I say to myself, what a wonderful world\n\n  But what the fuck was so wonderful 'bout pickin cotton, on a farm?\n  The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n  Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?\n  Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one\n  You-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks\n\n  Out of Hooterville land of the ill kill\n  Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor\n  'Cause I've been rockin ever since '83\n  When I used to rock my Pumas\n  Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin'\n  One out of ten, I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked\n  Heard the man who went before, got intimidated\n  You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\n  You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin', chillin'\n  Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\n  I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off\n  A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Teacher teacher check my grades\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  I coulda sworn I had an A\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  I grab the mic in a rage!\n\n  You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\n  Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\n  You do the rhyme, thinkin' no one can stop ya\n  I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\n  When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\n  Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\n  Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka\n  Any old style, I throw it in a locker\n\n  Well I'm a cool chief rocka, I never drank no vodka\n  Me got no bag of cheeba 'cause I never had a knocker\n  My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'Aka\n  I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\n\n  You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\n  Your style remind me of yesterday, old news\n  Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\n  Or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\n  It's not a capital gain\n  So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\n  Bustin' nuts, bustin' style\n  Gettin' buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\n  Comin' on the mic, from a higher level\n  Broke is no joke choke the hell out of the devil\n\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  What about Martin?\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  What about Malcolm?\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Rosa Parks?\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  You hung a man after dark\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Cease the violence\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n\n  Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\n  Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread\n  But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\n  Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\n  Can't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\n  In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\n  Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple\n  It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\n  Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\n  And walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\n  Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to Prudential\n  Don't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\n  There's six million ways to die but choose four\n  'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\n\n  When I say checks that means pump your fist\n  Remember Moses people, this is Exodus\n  Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\n  Them who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness\n  The land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\n  We droppin' the bass drum, then we put your heads on a tombstone\n  You can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua\n  So march to St. Lawrence\n  Yo march I got your back, march!\n\n  Crown Heights\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Cease the violence\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  A moment of silence\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  For those who died\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Public Enemy\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Number one\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Frederick Douglass\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Harriet Tubman\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Aristide\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Bob Marley\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Prazwell\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  To my man Khalid\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n\n  Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads\n  Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads\n  The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah\n  And keep your heads nappy\n"},{"id":5059861,"name":"Nappy Heads 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(hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\nWord\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nYou wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\nIn all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\nCling to false also those papers say ock\nI got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\nBa-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\nIf you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\nI was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\nAssassination on the kid from the capital\nI never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\nCondition critical, spirit over who's the physical\nSo if I die, catch me at the funeral\nI'll fly away, oh glory\nWith a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\nAnd the Angels write raps on holy paper\nI said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\nOne flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\nMy sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n\nSo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\nI don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\nNever had to battle with a bullet proof vest\nThey call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\nI don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\nNo disrespect to the West, true indeed\nI rock it to the East, the East is the seed\nTo see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\nPeace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\nNow we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\nMy own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\nWhatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\nHill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\nA mister three piece suit\nCheck the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\nNah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\nI got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\nI feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n(I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\nNo I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\nYo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nHey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\nIf it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\nAs slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\nSo come follow me to the land of Abraham\nThis land's your land, this land's my land\nThe blacker the black man, the better the next man\n(Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\nAh, feel injection\nPut the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\nYou maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\nOh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\nAin't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\nWord is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n(And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\nBut what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\nMr Slave Man\nThe harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\nDon't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\nDoors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\nYou slept on a kid from the boondocks\nOut of Motorville land of the ill kill\nBellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\nSome say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n\nCheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nCheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nYo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nMona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nI wear my sunglasses at night\nTo spy on my girlfriend, that's right\nThey dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n\nI wear my sunglasses at night\nTo spy on my girlfriend, that's right\nThey dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n\nSo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nCheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nCheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nAnd to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\nAnd to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\nAnd to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\nCheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.15] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[00:02.26] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[00:07.49] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[00:10.58] Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n[00:13.27] Whatchu got there? (hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n[00:16.98] Word\n[00:19.27] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:24.03] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:28.92] You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n[00:32.36] In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n[00:34.55] Cling to false also those papers say ock\n[00:36.69] I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n[00:39.45] Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n[00:41.90] If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n[00:44.33] 'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\n[00:46.69] I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n[00:49.64] Assassination on the kid from the capital\n[00:51.69] I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n[00:54.75] Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n[00:57.23] So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n[00:59.27] I'll fly away, oh glory\n[01:01.67] With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n[01:04.46] And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n[01:06.37] I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n[01:09.07] One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n[01:11.45] My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n[01:13.77] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[01:16.62] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[01:21.40] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[01:23.84] I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n[01:26.36] Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n[01:28.84] They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n[01:31.28] I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n[01:33.64] No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n[01:35.52] I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n[01:37.94] To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n[01:40.51] Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n[01:43.19] Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n[01:45.18] My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n[01:48.02] Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n[01:50.63] Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n[01:52.52] A mister three piece suit\n[01:53.91] Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n[01:56.09] Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n[01:57.91] I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n[02:01.23] I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n[02:02.98] (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:05.55] A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n[02:07.93] No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:10.73] A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n[02:13.79] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[02:16.30] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:20.71] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[02:23.23] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:25.56] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[02:27.56] Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n[02:30.49] If it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n[02:33.53] 'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n[02:35.68] As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n[02:38.08] So come follow me to the land of Abraham\n[02:40.57] This land's your land, this land's my land\n[02:42.73] The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n[02:45.24] (Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n[02:47.74] Ah, feel injection\n[02:50.17] Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n[02:52.95] You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n[02:55.99] Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\n[02:58.29] Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n[02:59.94] Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n[03:02.76] (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n[03:05.71] But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n[03:09.58] Mr Slave Man\n[03:12.28] The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n[03:15.61] Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n[03:17.78] Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n[03:20.90] You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n[03:22.56] Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n[03:24.95] Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[03:27.86] Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n[03:30.27] 'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n[03:32.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:34.64] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:37.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:39.58] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:42.69] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[03:45.13] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:49.73] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[03:52.19] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:54.37] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[03:57.63] Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:00.08] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:04.42] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:06.97] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:09.41] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:12.38] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:14.73] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:17.17] They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n[04:22.36] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:24.72] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:27.50] They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n[04:32.04] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:34.52] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:39.27] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:41.52] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:43.94] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:46.35] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:48.73] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:51.19] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:53.60] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:56.09] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:01.27] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:06.07] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:10.93] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[05:12.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nappy Heads (Remix)\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: 'Playlist: the very best of Fugees'\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 150\n  end_ms: 2260\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 2260\n  end_ms: 7490\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 7490\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 13270\n- text: Whatchu got there? 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check my grades\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  I grab the mic in a rage!\n\n  You maintain to put a negro in pain, you used to diss me\n  You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane\n  Ain't nuttin' wrong, so snap your head to the song\n  Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong\n  And I say to myself, what a wonderful world\n\n  But what the fuck was so wonderful 'bout pickin cotton, on a farm?\n  The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n  Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?\n  Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one\n  You-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks\n\n  Out of Hooterville land of the ill kill\n  Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor\n  'Cause I've been rockin ever since '83\n  When I used to rock my Pumas\n  Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin'\n  One out of ten, I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked\n  Heard the man who went before, got intimidated\n  You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\n  You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin', chillin'\n  Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\n  I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off\n  A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Teacher teacher check my grades\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  I coulda sworn I had an A\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  I grab the mic in a rage!\n\n  You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\n  Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\n  You do the rhyme, thinkin' no one can stop ya\n  I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\n  When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\n  Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\n  Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka\n  Any old style, I throw it in a 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out)\n  Cease the violence\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n\n  Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\n  Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread\n  But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\n  Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\n  Can't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\n  In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\n  Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple\n  It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\n  Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\n  And walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\n  Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to Prudential\n  Don't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\n  There's six million ways to die but choose four\n  'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\n\n  When I say checks that means pump your fist\n  Remember Moses people, this is Exodus\n  Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\n  Them who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness\n  The land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\n  We droppin' the bass drum, then we put your heads on a tombstone\n  You can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua\n  So march to St. Lawrence\n  Yo march I got your back, march!\n\n  Crown Heights\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Cease the violence\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  A moment of silence\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  For those who died\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Public Enemy\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Number one\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Frederick Douglass\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Harriet Tubman\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Aristide\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Bob Marley\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Prazwell\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  To my man Khalid\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n\n  Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads\n  Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads\n  The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah\n  And keep your heads nappy\n"},{"id":11102250,"name":"Nappy Heads (remix)","trackName":"Nappy Heads (remix)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Playlist: The Very Best of the Fugees","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\nYa, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\nWhatchu got there? (hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\nWord\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nYou wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\nIn all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\nCling to false also those papers say ock\nI got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\nBa-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\nIf you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\nI was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\nAssassination on the kid from the capital\nI never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\nCondition critical, spirit over who's the physical\nSo if I die, catch me at the funeral\nI'll fly away, oh glory\nWith a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\nAnd the Angels write raps on holy paper\nI said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\nOne flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\nMy sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n\nSo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\nI don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\nNever had to battle with a bullet proof vest\nThey call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\nI don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\nNo disrespect to the West, true indeed\nI rock it to the East, the East is the seed\nTo see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\nPeace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\nNow we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\nMy own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\nWhatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\nHill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\nA mister three piece suit\nCheck the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\nNah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\nI got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\nI feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n(I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\nNo I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\nYo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nHey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\nIf it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\nAs slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\nSo come follow me to the land of Abraham\nThis land's your land, this land's my land\nThe blacker the black man, the better the next man\n(Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\nAh, feel injection\nPut the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\nYou maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\nOh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? 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(hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n[00:20.40] Word\n[00:20.44] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:24.69] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:29.57] You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n[00:32.78] In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n[00:35.28] Cling to false also those papers say ock\n[00:37.00] I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n[00:40.33] Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n[00:42.17] If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n[00:44.76] 'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\n[00:46.96] I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n[00:50.01] Assassination on the kid from the capital\n[00:52.24] I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n[00:55.12] Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n[00:57.67] So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n[00:59.71] I'll fly away, oh glory\n[01:01.95] With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n[01:04.88] And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n[01:07.03] I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n[01:09.60] One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n[01:11.95] My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n[01:14.16] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[01:17.31] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[01:21.88] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[01:24.37] I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n[01:26.99] Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n[01:29.21] They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n[01:31.70] I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n[01:33.92] No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n[01:36.19] I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n[01:38.56] To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n[01:41.12] Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n[01:43.63] Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n[01:45.95] My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n[01:48.50] Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n[01:51.01] Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n[01:53.14] A mister three piece suit\n[01:54.30] Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n[01:56.44] Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n[01:58.62] I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n[02:01.77] I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n[02:03.91] (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:06.33] A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n[02:08.42] No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:11.33] A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n[02:14.01] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[02:16.54] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:21.18] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[02:23.71] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:25.89] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[02:28.28] Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n[02:30.95] If it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n[02:33.74] 'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n[02:36.09] As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n[02:38.44] So come follow me to the land of Abraham\n[02:41.01] This land's your land, this land's my land\n[02:43.49] The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n[02:45.95] (Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n[02:48.52] Ah, feel injection\n[02:50.62] Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n[02:53.44] You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n[02:56.68] Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\n[02:58.64] Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n[03:00.48] Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n[03:03.14] (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n[03:06.34] But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n[03:10.09] Mr Slave Man\n[03:12.79] The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n[03:15.85] Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n[03:18.34] Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n[03:21.41] You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n[03:23.33] Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n[03:26.06] Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[03:28.25] Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n[03:30.65] 'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n[03:33.40] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:35.46] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:38.00] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:40.29] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:43.06] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[03:45.68] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:50.17] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[03:52.72] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:55.12] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[03:58.07] Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:00.56] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:05.04] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:07.56] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:09.71] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:12.96] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:15.48] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:18.07] They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n[04:22.85] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:25.23] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:27.94] They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n[04:32.50] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:35.08] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:39.64] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:42.69] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:44.34] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:47.18] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:49.21] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:52.26] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:54.26] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:56.76] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:01.63] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:06.65] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:12.13] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[05:17.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nappy Heads (remix)\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: 'Playlist: The Very Best of the Fugees'\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 320\n  end_ms: 2930\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 2930\n  end_ms: 7530\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 7530\n  end_ms: 11080\n- text: Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  start_ms: 11080\n  end_ms: 13250\n- text: Whatchu got there? 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(hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n  start_ms: 13270\n  end_ms: 16980\n- text: Word\n  start_ms: 16980\n  end_ms: 19270\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 19270\n  end_ms: 24030\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 24030\n  end_ms: 28920\n- text: You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n  start_ms: 28920\n  end_ms: 32360\n- text: In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n  start_ms: 32360\n  end_ms: 34550\n- text: Cling to false also those papers say ock\n  start_ms: 34550\n  end_ms: 36690\n- text: I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n  start_ms: 36690\n  end_ms: 39450\n- text: Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n  start_ms: 39450\n  end_ms: 41900\n- text: If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n  start_ms: 41900\n  end_ms: 44330\n- text: '''Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin'\n  start_ms: 44330\n  end_ms: 46690\n- text: I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n  start_ms: 46690\n  end_ms: 49640\n- text: Assassination on the kid from the capital\n  start_ms: 49640\n  end_ms: 51690\n- text: I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n  start_ms: 51690\n  end_ms: 54750\n- text: Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n  start_ms: 54750\n  end_ms: 57230\n- text: So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n  start_ms: 57230\n  end_ms: 59270\n- text: I'll fly away, oh glory\n  start_ms: 59270\n  end_ms: 61670\n- text: With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n  start_ms: 61670\n  end_ms: 64460\n- text: And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n  start_ms: 64460\n  end_ms: 66370\n- text: I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n  start_ms: 66370\n  end_ms: 69070\n- text: One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n  start_ms: 69070\n  end_ms: 71450\n- text: My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n  start_ms: 71450\n  end_ms: 73770\n- text: So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 73770\n  end_ms: 76620\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 76620\n  end_ms: 81400\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 81400\n  end_ms: 83840\n- text: I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n  start_ms: 83840\n  end_ms: 86360\n- text: Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n  start_ms: 86360\n  end_ms: 88840\n- text: They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n  start_ms: 88840\n  end_ms: 91280\n- text: I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n  start_ms: 91280\n  end_ms: 93640\n- text: No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n  start_ms: 93640\n  end_ms: 95520\n- text: I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n  start_ms: 95520\n  end_ms: 97940\n- text: To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n  start_ms: 97940\n  end_ms: 100510\n- text: Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n  start_ms: 100510\n  end_ms: 103190\n- text: Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n  start_ms: 103190\n  end_ms: 105180\n- text: My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n  start_ms: 105180\n  end_ms: 108020\n- text: Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n  start_ms: 108020\n  end_ms: 110630\n- text: Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n  start_ms: 110630\n  end_ms: 112520\n- text: A mister three piece suit\n  start_ms: 112520\n  end_ms: 113910\n- text: Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n  start_ms: 113910\n  end_ms: 116090\n- text: Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n  start_ms: 116090\n  end_ms: 117910\n- text: I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n  start_ms: 117910\n  end_ms: 121230\n- text: I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n  start_ms: 121230\n  end_ms: 122980\n- text: (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  start_ms: 122980\n  end_ms: 125550\n- text: A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n  start_ms: 125550\n  end_ms: 127930\n- text: No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  start_ms: 127930\n  end_ms: 130730\n- text: A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n  start_ms: 130730\n  end_ms: 133790\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 133790\n  end_ms: 136300\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 136300\n  end_ms: 140710\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 140710\n  end_ms: 143230\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 143230\n  end_ms: 145560\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 145560\n  end_ms: 147560\n- text: Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n  start_ms: 147560\n  end_ms: 150490\n- text: If it's... 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(The five heartbeats)\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 178290\n- text: Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n  start_ms: 178290\n  end_ms: 179940\n- text: Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n  start_ms: 179940\n  end_ms: 182760\n- text: (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n  start_ms: 182760\n  end_ms: 185710\n- text: But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n  start_ms: 185710\n  end_ms: 189580\n- text: Mr Slave Man\n  start_ms: 189580\n  end_ms: 192280\n- text: The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n  start_ms: 192280\n  end_ms: 195610\n- text: Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  start_ms: 195610\n  end_ms: 197780\n- text: Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n  start_ms: 197780\n  end_ms: 200900\n- text: You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n  start_ms: 200900\n  end_ms: 202560\n- text: Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n  start_ms: 202560\n  end_ms: 204950\n- text: Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  start_ms: 204950\n  end_ms: 207860\n- text: Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n  start_ms: 207860\n  end_ms: 210270\n- text: '''Cause I''ve been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas'\n  start_ms: 210270\n  end_ms: 212170\n- text: Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 212170\n  end_ms: 214640\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 214640\n  end_ms: 217170\n- text: Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 217170\n  end_ms: 219580\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 219580\n  end_ms: 222690\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 222690\n  end_ms: 225130\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 225130\n  end_ms: 229730\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 229730\n  end_ms: 232190\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 232190\n  end_ms: 234370\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 234370\n  end_ms: 237630\n- text: Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 237630\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 244420\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 244420\n  end_ms: 246970\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 246970\n  end_ms: 249410\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 249410\n  end_ms: 252380\n- text: I wear my sunglasses at night\n  start_ms: 252380\n  end_ms: 254730\n- text: To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  start_ms: 254730\n  end_ms: 257170\n- text: They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n  start_ms: 257170\n  end_ms: 262360\n- text: I wear my sunglasses at night\n  start_ms: 262360\n  end_ms: 264720\n- text: To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  start_ms: 264720\n  end_ms: 267500\n- text: They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n  start_ms: 267500\n  end_ms: 272040\n- text: So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 272040\n  end_ms: 274520\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 274520\n  end_ms: 279270\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 279270\n  end_ms: 281520\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 281520\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286350\n- text: Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 286350\n  end_ms: 288730\n- text: A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 288730\n  end_ms: 291190\n- text: Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 291190\n  end_ms: 293600\n- text: A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 293600\n  end_ms: 296090\n- text: And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  start_ms: 296090\n  end_ms: 301270\n- text: And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  start_ms: 301270\n  end_ms: 306070\n- text: And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  start_ms: 306070\n  end_ms: 310930\n- text: Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 310930\n  end_ms: 312970\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 312970\nplain: |-\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\n  Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  Whatchu got there? (hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n  Word\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n  In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n  Cling to false also those papers say ock\n  I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n  Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n  If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n  'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\n  I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n  Assassination on the kid from the capital\n  I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n  Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n  So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n  I'll fly away, oh glory\n  With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n  And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n  I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n  One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n  My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n\n  So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\n  I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n  Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n  They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n  I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n  No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n  I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n  To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n  Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n  Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n  My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n  Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n  Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n  A mister three piece suit\n  Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n  Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n  I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n  I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n  (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n  No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n  If it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n  'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n  As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n  So come follow me to the land of Abraham\n  This land's your land, this land's my land\n  The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n  (Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n  Ah, feel injection\n  Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n  You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n  Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\n  Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n  Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n  (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n  But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n  Mr Slave Man\n  The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n  Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n  You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n  Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n  Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n  'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n\n  Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  I wear my sunglasses at night\n  To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n\n  I wear my sunglasses at night\n  To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n\n  So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n"},{"id":32783437,"name":"Nappy Heads (Remix Radio Edit)","trackName":"Nappy Heads (Remix Radio Edit)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Fugees - Greatest Hits","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Why am I trapped in a cage?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nBarber can I get a fade?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nTeacher teacher check my grades\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nI grab the mic in a rage\nYou maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n\"You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?\"\nAin't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song\nWord is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong\nAnd I say to myself, what a wonderful world\nBut what the fuck was so wonderful\n'Bout picking cotton on a farm\nThe harder they come, the harder they fall\nSo come one come all\nDon't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\nDoors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?\nTen-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-\nYou-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks\nOut of hooterville land of the ill kill\nBellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\nSome say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor\n'Cause I've been rockin' ever since eighty-three\nWhen I used to rock my pumas\nRap, narcotic psychotic, so hear the statistic\nOne out of ten, I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked\nHeard the man who went before, got intimated\nYou tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\nYou wasn't ready for the realin', dealin', chillin'\nWyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\nI'm jumpin' like a monkey to get mines off\nA-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nTeacher teacher check my grades\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nI coulda sworn I had an a\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nI grab the mic in a rage\nYou put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\nBaseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\nYou do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya\nI be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\nWhen I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\nNow here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\nNatural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin' vodka\nAny old style, I throw it in a locker\nWell I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka\nMe got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker\nMy cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'aka\nI flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\nYou boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\nYour style remind of yesterday, old news\nSad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\nOr bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\nIt's not for capital gain\nSo watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\nBustin' nuts, bustin' style\nGetti'n buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\nComin on the mic, from a higher level\nBroke is no joke, choke the hell out of the devil\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nWhat about Martin?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nWhat about Malcolm?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nRosa Parks?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nYou hung a man after dark\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nCease the violence!\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nYo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\nSome said that it was Jesus, they said he was a natty dread\nBut I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\nMind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\nCan't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\nIn a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\nTeacher, explain the parable, it's simple\nIt's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\nThan for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\nAnd walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\nFeelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential\nDon't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\nThere's six million ways to die but choose four\n'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\nWhen I say sexy that means pump your fist\nRemember Moses people, this is Exodus\nDon't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\nThem who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness\nThe land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\nWe droppin' the bass drum, then we\nYou can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua\nSo march to St. Lawrence\nYo march I got your back, march!\nCrown heights (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nCease the violence (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nA moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nFor those who died (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nPublic enemy (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nNumber one (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nFredric Douglass (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nHarriet Tubman (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nAristide (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nBob Marley (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nPrazwell (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nTo my man Khalid (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nNow, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads\nRhymes, kinks, braids and dreads\nThe mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah\nAnd keep your heads nappy\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.64] Why am I trapped in a cage?\n[00:09.95] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:11.10] Barber can I get a fade?\n[00:12.31] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:13.43] Teacher teacher check my grades\n[00:14.82] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:15.81] I grab the mic in a rage\n[00:18.36] You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n[00:21.27] \"You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?\"\n[00:23.30] Ain't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song\n[00:25.11] Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong\n[00:27.95] And I say to myself, what a wonderful world\n[00:30.75] But what the fuck was so wonderful\n[00:32.17] 'Bout picking cotton on a farm\n[00:34.60] The harder they come, the harder they fall\n[00:36.28] So come one come all\n[00:37.41] Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n[00:39.79] Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?\n[00:42.18] Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-\n[00:43.56] You-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks\n[00:44.65] Out of hooterville land of the ill kill\n[00:46.71] Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[00:49.15] Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor\n[00:51.59] 'Cause I've been rockin' ever since eighty-three\n[00:53.19] When I used to rock my pumas\n[00:54.08] Rap, narcotic psychotic, so hear the statistic\n[00:56.34] One out of ten, I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked\n[00:58.64] Heard the man who went before, got intimated\n[01:01.12] You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\n[01:03.61] You wasn't ready for the realin', dealin', chillin'\n[01:05.96] Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\n[01:08.57] I'm jumpin' like a monkey to get mines off\n[01:10.83] A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n[01:13.88] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:15.06] Teacher teacher check my grades\n[01:16.29] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:17.38] I coulda sworn I had an a\n[01:19.05] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:19.80] I grab the mic in a rage\n[01:22.11] You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\n[01:24.52] Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\n[01:27.08] You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya\n[01:29.18] I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\n[01:31.88] When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\n[01:34.34] Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\n[01:36.61] Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin' vodka\n[01:38.97] Any old style, I throw it in a locker\n[01:41.03] Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka\n[01:43.48] Me got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker\n[01:45.78] My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'aka\n[01:48.15] I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\n[01:50.95] You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\n[01:53.09] Your style remind of yesterday, old news\n[01:55.44] Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\n[01:58.02] Or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\n[02:00.78] It's not for capital gain\n[02:02.07] So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\n[02:04.65] Bustin' nuts, bustin' style\n[02:06.67] Getti'n buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\n[02:09.61] Comin on the mic, from a higher level\n[02:11.94] Broke is no joke, choke the hell out of the devil\n[02:14.54] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:16.20] What about Martin?\n[02:18.03] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:18.41] What about Malcolm?\n[02:20.04] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:20.78] Rosa Parks?\n[02:22.09] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:23.05] You hung a man after dark\n[02:24.76] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:25.24] Cease the violence!\n[02:26.58] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:27.91] Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\n[02:31.02] Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a natty dread\n[02:33.85] But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\n[02:36.00] Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\n[02:38.33] Can't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\n[02:40.53] In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\n[02:42.84] Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple\n[02:45.46] It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\n[02:47.63] Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\n[02:50.05] And walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\n[02:52.53] Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential\n[02:54.77] Don't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\n[02:57.11] There's six million ways to die but choose four\n[02:59.31] 'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\n[03:02.49] When I say sexy that means pump your fist\n[03:04.31] Remember Moses people, this is Exodus\n[03:06.17] Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\n[03:08.58] Them who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness\n[03:10.65] The land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\n[03:12.85] We 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Armstrong\n  And I say to myself, what a wonderful world\n  But what the fuck was so wonderful\n  'Bout picking cotton on a farm\n  The harder they come, the harder they fall\n  So come one come all\n  Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?\n  Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-\n  You-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks\n  Out of hooterville land of the ill kill\n  Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor\n  'Cause I've been rockin' ever since eighty-three\n  When I used to rock my pumas\n  Rap, narcotic psychotic, so hear the statistic\n  One out of ten, I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked\n  Heard the man who went before, got intimated\n  You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\n  You wasn't ready for the realin', dealin', chillin'\n  Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\n  I'm jumpin' like a monkey to get mines off\n  A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Teacher teacher check my grades\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  I coulda sworn I had an a\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  I grab the mic in a rage\n  You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\n  Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\n  You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya\n  I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\n  When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\n  Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\n  Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin' vodka\n  Any old style, I throw it in a locker\n  Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka\n  Me got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker\n  My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'aka\n  I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\n  You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\n  Your style remind of yesterday, old news\n  Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\n  Or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\n  It's not for capital gain\n  So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\n  Bustin' nuts, bustin' style\n  Getti'n buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\n  Comin on the mic, from a higher level\n  Broke is no joke, choke the hell out of the devil\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  What about Martin?\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  What about Malcolm?\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Rosa Parks?\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  You hung a man after dark\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Cease the violence!\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\n  Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a natty dread\n  But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\n  Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\n  Can't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\n  In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\n  Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple\n  It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\n  Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\n  And walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\n  Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential\n  Don't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\n  There's six million ways to die but choose four\n  'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\n  When I say sexy that means pump your fist\n  Remember Moses people, this is Exodus\n  Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\n  Them who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness\n  The land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\n  We droppin' the bass drum, then we\n  You can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua\n  So march to St. Lawrence\n  Yo march I got your back, march!\n  Crown heights (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Cease the violence (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  A moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  For those who died (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Public enemy (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Number one (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Fredric Douglass (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Harriet Tubman (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Aristide (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Bob Marley (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Prazwell (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  To my man Khalid (the nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads\n  Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads\n  The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah\n  And keep your heads nappy\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  (The nappy heads 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opera\nBa-lang-balang-balang-to-de-man-de-rock-cause I love thee\nIf you live by the sword you will be die by the gun\nCause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits it\nI was ordered to code red, but now I'm chillin with a few good men\nAssassination on the kid from the capitol\nI never play the soap opera but now I'm a general hospital\nCondition critical, spirit over who's the physical\nSo if I die, catch me at the funeral\nI'll fly away, ohh glory\nWith a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\nAnd the angels write raps on holy paper\nI said I'm lookin for jesus, he said take the escalator\nOne flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\nMy sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\nSo, mona lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking\nSaturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up de posse, fugee comin around de way\n\nVerse two: lauryn hill\n\nI don't puff blunts so I always got my breath\nNever had to battle with a bullet proof vest\nThey call me cock-weasel but i, still cave a chest\nI don't wear jheri curls cause I'm nah from the west\nNo disrespect to the west, true indeed\nI rock it to the east, the east is the seed\nTo see that them days back, yo sheepskins and hot tracks\nPeace to mr. magic, things are getting tragic\nNow we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\nMy own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\nWhatcha gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhh\nHill is gettin fed up, yo where's the coporate at\nA mister three piece suit\nCheck the square roots, girbauds and timberland boots\nNahhhh that's the serpents, and know them garment tips\nI got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\nI feel a jones' comin down, yo i...\n(I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\nNo i, got hte slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\n(yo mona lisa, could I get a date on friday\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking\nSaturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up de posse, fugee comin round de way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!)\n\nVerse three: prazwell, wyclef\n\nHey yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\nIf it'sssssssssss snake doesn't rattle\nCause my style's as old as a reptile\nAs slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\nSo come follow me to the land of abraham\nThis land's your land, this land's my land\nThe blacker the black man, the better the next man\n(yo some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n\nIhhhh, feel injection\nPut the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\nYou maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\nOh you wanna hang with old eddie kane? (the five heartbeats)\nAin't nuttin wrong, snap your head to the song\nWord is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\nAnd I say to myself, what a wonderful world\nBut what the hell was so wonderful bout cotton in the farm\nMr. slaaaaaave maaaaan!\nThe harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\nDon't stall or i'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\nDoors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\nYou slept on a kid from the boondocks\nOut of motorville land of the ill kill\nBellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking phil\nSome say who coming like like the yuma but save the rumor\nCause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two\nWhen I used to rock my pumas...\n\nA cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all (4x)\n\nYo mona lisa, could I get a date on friday\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking\n\nSaturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up de posse fugee comin around de way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!\n(repeat 2x)\n\nI wear my sunglasses at night\nTo spy on my girlfriend that's right\nThey dancin romancin freakin at night!\nYes yes yes a yes yes y'all\n(repeat 2x)\n\nMona lisa...\n...nappy heads in the zone and we not goin home!\n\nA cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all (4x)\nAnd to the beat y'all, and to the beat y'all, come on everybody (to fade)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nappy Heads (Remix Radio Edit)\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Fugees Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 276773\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (wyclef) yo mona lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking\n  Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up de posse, fugee comin around the way\n\n  (wyclef) yo, hey nappy head\n  (lauryn) yo whashup?\n  (wyclef) whatchu got there?\n  (lauryn) hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba\n  (wyclef) worrrrrd?\n\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  Verse one: wyclef\n\n  You wanna battle swing I bring commanding men like I was king\n  In all your dreams I write the horror flick of stephen king\n  Cling to false also those papers say ock\n  I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera\n  Ba-lang-balang-balang-to-de-man-de-rock-cause I love thee\n  If you live by the sword you will be die by the gun\n  Cause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits it\n  I was ordered to code red, but now I'm chillin with a few good men\n  Assassination on the kid from the capitol\n  I never play the soap opera but now I'm a general hospital\n  Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n  So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n  I'll fly away, ohh glory\n  With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n  And the angels write raps on holy paper\n  I said I'm lookin for jesus, he said take the escalator\n  One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n  My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n  So, mona lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking\n  Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up de posse, fugee comin around de way\n\n  Verse two: lauryn hill\n\n  I don't puff blunts so I always got my breath\n  Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n  They call me cock-weasel but i, still cave a chest\n  I don't wear jheri curls cause I'm nah from the west\n  No disrespect to the west, true indeed\n  I rock it to the east, the east is the seed\n  To see that them days back, yo sheepskins and hot tracks\n  Peace to mr. magic, things are getting tragic\n  Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n  My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n  Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhh\n  Hill is gettin fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n  A mister three piece suit\n  Check the square roots, girbauds and timberland boots\n  Nahhhh that's the serpents, and know them garment tips\n  I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n  I feel a jones' comin down, yo i...\n  (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n  No i, got hte slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\n  (yo mona lisa, could I get a date on friday\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking\n  Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up de posse, fugee comin round de way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!)\n\n  Verse three: prazwell, wyclef\n\n  Hey yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n  If it'sssssssssss snake doesn't rattle\n  Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n  As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n  So come follow me to the land of abraham\n  This land's your land, this land's my land\n  The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n  (yo some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n\n  Ihhhh, feel injection\n  Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n  You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n  Oh you wanna hang with old eddie kane? (the five heartbeats)\n  Ain't nuttin wrong, snap your head to the song\n  Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n  And I say to myself, what a wonderful world\n  But what the hell was so wonderful bout cotton in the farm\n  Mr. slaaaaaave maaaaan!\n  The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n  Don't stall or i'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n  You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n  Out of motorville land of the ill kill\n  Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking phil\n  Some say who coming like like the yuma but save the rumor\n  Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two\n  When I used to rock my pumas...\n\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all (4x)\n\n  Yo mona lisa, could I get a date on friday\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking\n\n  Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up de posse fugee comin around de way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!\n  (repeat 2x)\n\n  I wear my sunglasses at night\n  To spy on my girlfriend that's right\n  They dancin romancin freakin at night!\n  Yes yes yes a yes yes y'all\n  (repeat 2x)\n\n  Mona lisa...\n  ...nappy heads in the zone and we not goin home!\n\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all (4x)\n  And to the beat y'all, and to the beat y'all, come on everybody (to fade)\n"},{"id":25536223,"name":"Nappy Heads (Remix Radio Edit)","trackName":"Nappy Heads (Remix Radio Edit)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Greatest Hits - Fugees","duration":279.100188,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Why am I trapped in a cage?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nBarber can I get a fade?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nTeacher teacher check my grades\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nI grab the mic in a rage\nYou maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n\"You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?\"\nAin't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song\nWord is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong\nAnd I say to myself, what a wonderful world\nBut what the fuck was so wonderful\n'Bout picking cotton on a farm\nThe harder they come, the harder they fall\nSo come one come all\nDon't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\nDoors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?\nTen-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-\nYou-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks\nOut of hooterville land of the ill kill\nBellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\nSome say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor\n'Cause I've been rockin' ever since eighty-three\nWhen I used to rock my pumas\nRap, narcotic psychotic, so hear the statistic\nOne out of ten, I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked\nHeard the man who went before, got intimated\nYou tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\nYou wasn't ready for the realin', dealin', chillin'\nWyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\nI'm jumpin' like a monkey to get mines off\nA-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nTeacher teacher check my grades\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nI coulda sworn I had an a\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nI grab the mic in a rage\nYou put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\nBaseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\nYou do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya\nI be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\nWhen I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\nNow here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\nNatural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin' vodka\nAny old style, I throw it in a locker\nWell I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka\nMe got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker\nMy cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'aka\nI flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\nYou boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\nYour style remind of yesterday, old news\nSad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\nOr bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\nIt's not for capital gain\nSo watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\nBustin' nuts, bustin' style\nGetti'n buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\nComin on the mic, from a higher level\nBroke is no joke, choke the hell out of the devil\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nWhat about Martin?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nWhat about Malcolm?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nRosa Parks?\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nYou hung a man after dark\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nCease the violence!\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nYo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\nSome said that it was Jesus, they said he was a natty dread\nBut I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\nMind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\nCan't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\nIn a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\nTeacher, explain the parable, it's simple\nIt's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\nThan for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\nAnd walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\nFeelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential\nDon't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\nThere's six million ways to die but choose four\n'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\nWhen I say sexy that means pump your fist\nRemember Moses people, this is Exodus\nDon't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\nThem who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness\nThe land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\nWe droppin' the bass drum, then we\nYou can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua\nSo march to St. Lawrence\nYo march I got your back, march!\nCrown heights (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nCease the violence (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nA moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nFor those who died (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nPublic enemy (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nNumber one (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nFredric Douglass (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nHarriet Tubman (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nAristide (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nBob Marley (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nPrazwell (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nTo my man Khalid (the nappy heads are comin' out)\nNow, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads\nRhymes, kinks, braids and dreads\nThe mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah\nAnd keep your heads nappy\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.64] Why am I trapped in a cage?\n[00:09.95] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:11.10] Barber can I get a fade?\n[00:12.31] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:13.43] Teacher teacher check my grades\n[00:14.82] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:15.81] I grab the mic in a rage\n[00:18.36] You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n[00:21.27] \"You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?\"\n[00:23.30] Ain't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song\n[00:25.11] Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong\n[00:27.95] And I say to myself, what a wonderful world\n[00:30.75] But what the fuck was so wonderful\n[00:32.17] 'Bout picking cotton on a farm\n[00:34.60] The harder they come, the harder they fall\n[00:36.28] So come one come all\n[00:37.41] Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n[00:39.79] Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?\n[00:42.18] Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-\n[00:43.56] You-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks\n[00:44.65] Out of hooterville land of the ill kill\n[00:46.71] Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[00:49.15] Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor\n[00:51.59] 'Cause I've been rockin' ever since eighty-three\n[00:53.19] When I used to rock my pumas\n[00:54.08] Rap, narcotic psychotic, so hear the statistic\n[00:56.34] One out of ten, I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked\n[00:58.64] Heard the man who went before, got intimated\n[01:01.12] You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\n[01:03.61] You wasn't ready for the realin', dealin', chillin'\n[01:05.96] Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\n[01:08.57] I'm jumpin' like a monkey to get mines off\n[01:10.83] A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n[01:13.88] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:15.06] Teacher teacher check my grades\n[01:16.29] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[01:17.38] I coulda sworn I had an a\n[01:19.05] (The 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who's, chose the one to feel the pain\n[01:58.02] Or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\n[02:00.78] It's not for capital gain\n[02:02.07] So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\n[02:04.65] Bustin' nuts, bustin' style\n[02:06.67] Getti'n buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\n[02:09.61] Comin on the mic, from a higher level\n[02:11.94] Broke is no joke, choke the hell out of the devil\n[02:14.54] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:16.20] What about Martin?\n[02:18.03] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:18.41] What about Malcolm?\n[02:20.04] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:20.78] Rosa Parks?\n[02:22.09] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:23.05] You hung a man after dark\n[02:24.76] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:25.24] Cease the violence!\n[02:26.58] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:27.91] Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\n[02:31.02] Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a natty dread\n[02:33.85] But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\n[02:36.00] Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\n[02:38.33] Can't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\n[02:40.53] In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\n[02:42.84] Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple\n[02:45.46] It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\n[02:47.63] Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\n[02:50.05] And walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\n[02:52.53] Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential\n[02:54.77] Don't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\n[02:57.11] There's six million ways to die but choose four\n[02:59.31] 'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\n[03:02.49] When I say sexy that means pump your fist\n[03:04.31] Remember Moses people, this is Exodus\n[03:06.17] Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\n[03:08.58] Them who did us wrong, ask the lord for 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out)\n[03:53.01] Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads\n[03:54.68] Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads\n[03:56.48] The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah\n[04:00.81] And keep your heads nappy\n[04:03.01] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[04:05.34] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[04:07.68] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[04:09.66] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[04:12.35] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[04:14.75] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[04:16.59] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[04:18.73] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[04:21.54] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[04:23.79] (The nappy heads are comin' out)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nappy Heads (Remix Radio Edit)\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Greatest Hits - Fugees\n  duration_ms: 279100\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Why am I trapped in a cage?\n  start_ms: 8640\n  end_ms: 9950\n- text: (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  start_ms: 9950\n  end_ms: 11100\n- 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 Ain't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song\n  Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong\n  And I say to myself, what a wonderful world\n  But what the fuck was so wonderful\n  'Bout picking cotton on a farm\n  The harder they come, the harder they fall\n  So come one come all\n  Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?\n  Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-\n  You-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks\n  Out of hooterville land of the ill kill\n  Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor\n  'Cause I've been rockin' ever since eighty-three\n  When I used to rock my pumas\n  Rap, narcotic psychotic, so hear the statistic\n  One out of ten, I'm passin' the mic next time I'll get wicked\n  Heard the man who went before, got intimated\n  You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated\n  You wasn't ready for the realin', dealin', chillin'\n  Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin' pure death\n  I'm jumpin' like a monkey to get mines off\n  A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Teacher teacher check my grades\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  I coulda sworn I had an a\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  I grab the mic in a rage\n  You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper\n  Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\n  You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya\n  I be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\n  When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\n  Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\n  Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin' vodka\n  Any old style, I throw it in a locker\n  Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka\n  Me got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker\n  My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'aka\n  I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\n  You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\n  Your style remind of yesterday, old news\n  Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\n  Or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\n  It's not for capital gain\n  So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\n  Bustin' nuts, bustin' style\n  Getti'n buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child\n  Comin on the mic, from a higher level\n  Broke is no joke, choke the hell out of the devil\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  What about Martin?\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  What about Malcolm?\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Rosa Parks?\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  You hung a man after dark\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Cease the violence!\n  (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n  Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\n  Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a natty dread\n  But I 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Will)","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\nYa, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\nWhatchu got there? (hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\nWord\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nYou wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\nIn all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\nCling to false also those papers say ock\nI got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\nBa-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\nIf you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\nI was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\nAssassination on the kid from the capital\nI never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\nCondition critical, spirit over who's the physical\nSo if I die, catch me at the funeral\nI'll fly away, oh glory\nWith a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\nAnd the Angels write raps on holy paper\nI said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\nOne flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\nMy sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n\nSo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\nI don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\nNever had to battle with a bullet proof vest\nThey call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\nI don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\nNo disrespect to the West, true indeed\nI rock it to the East, the East is the seed\nTo see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\nPeace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\nNow we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\nMy own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\nWhatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\nHill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\nA mister three piece suit\nCheck the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\nNah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\nI got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\nI feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n(I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\nNo I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\nYo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nHey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\nIf it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\nAs slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\nSo come follow me to the land of Abraham\nThis land's your land, this land's my land\nThe blacker the black man, the better the next man\n(Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\nAh, feel injection\nPut the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\nYou maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\nOh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\nAin't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\nWord is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n(And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\nBut what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\nMr Slave Man\nThe harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\nDon't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\nDoors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\nYou slept on a kid from the boondocks\nOut of Motorville land of the ill kill\nBellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\nSome say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n\nCheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nCheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nYo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nMona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nI wear my sunglasses at night\nTo spy on my girlfriend, that's right\nThey dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n\nI wear my sunglasses at night\nTo spy on my girlfriend, that's right\nThey dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n\nSo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nCheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nCheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nAnd to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\nAnd to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\nAnd to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\nCheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.32]Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[00:02.93]And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[00:07.53]Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[00:11.08]Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n[00:13.25]Whatchu got there? (hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n[00:20.40]Word\n[00:20.44]A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:24.69]A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:29.57]You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n[00:32.78]In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n[00:35.28]Cling to false also those papers say ock\n[00:37.00]I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n[00:40.33]Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n[00:42.17]If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n[00:44.76]'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\n[00:46.96]I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n[00:50.01]Assassination on the kid from the capital\n[00:52.24]I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n[00:55.12]Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n[00:57.67]So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n[00:59.71]I'll fly away, oh glory\n[01:01.95]With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n[01:04.88]And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n[01:07.03]I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n[01:09.60]One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n[01:11.95]My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n[01:14.16]So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[01:17.31]And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[01:21.88]Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[01:24.37]I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n[01:26.99]Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n[01:29.21]They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n[01:31.70]I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n[01:33.92]No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n[01:36.19]I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n[01:38.56]To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n[01:41.12]Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n[01:43.63]Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n[01:45.95]My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n[01:48.50]Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n[01:51.01]Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n[01:53.14]A mister three piece suit\n[01:54.30]Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n[01:56.44]Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n[01:58.62]I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n[02:01.77]I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n[02:03.91](I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:06.33]A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n[02:08.42]No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:11.33]A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n[02:14.01]Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[02:16.54]And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:21.18]Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[02:23.71]Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:25.89]Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[02:28.28]Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n[02:30.95]If it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n[02:33.74]'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n[02:36.09]As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n[02:38.44]So come follow me to the land of Abraham\n[02:41.01]This land's your land, this land's my land\n[02:43.49]The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n[02:45.95](Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n[02:48.52]Ah, feel injection\n[02:50.62]Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n[02:53.44]You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n[02:56.68]Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\n[02:58.64]Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n[03:00.48]Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n[03:03.14](And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n[03:06.34]But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n[03:10.09]Mr Slave Man\n[03:12.79]The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n[03:15.85]Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n[03:18.34]Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n[03:21.41]You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n[03:23.33]Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n[03:26.06]Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[03:28.25]Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n[03:30.65]'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n[03:33.40]Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:35.46]A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:38.00]Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:40.29]A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:43.06]Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[03:45.68]And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:50.17]Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[03:52.72]Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:55.12]Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[03:58.07]Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:00.56]And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:05.04]Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:07.56]Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:09.71]Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:12.96]I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:15.48]To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:18.07]They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n[04:22.85]I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:25.23]To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:27.94]They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n[04:32.50]So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:35.08]And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:39.64]Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:42.69]Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:44.34]Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:47.18]Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:49.21]A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:52.26]Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:54.26]A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:56.76]And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:01.63]And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:06.65]And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:12.13]Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[05:17.28]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nappy Heads (Remix)\n  artist: The Fugees\n  album: The Fugees (Selected By DJ Will)\n  duration_ms: 280242\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 320\n  end_ms: 2930\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 2930\n  end_ms: 7530\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 7530\n  end_ms: 11080\n- text: Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  start_ms: 11080\n  end_ms: 13250\n- text: Whatchu got there? (hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n  start_ms: 13250\n  end_ms: 20400\n- text: Word\n  start_ms: 20400\n  end_ms: 20440\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 20440\n  end_ms: 24690\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 24690\n  end_ms: 29570\n- text: You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n  start_ms: 29570\n  end_ms: 32780\n- text: In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n  start_ms: 32780\n  end_ms: 35280\n- text: Cling to false also those papers say ock\n  start_ms: 35280\n  end_ms: 37000\n- text: I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n  start_ms: 37000\n  end_ms: 40330\n- text: Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n  start_ms: 40330\n  end_ms: 42170\n- text: If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n  start_ms: 42170\n  end_ms: 44760\n- text: '''Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin'\n  start_ms: 44760\n  end_ms: 46960\n- text: I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n  start_ms: 46960\n  end_ms: 50010\n- text: Assassination on the kid from the capital\n  start_ms: 50010\n  end_ms: 52240\n- text: I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n  start_ms: 52240\n  end_ms: 55120\n- text: Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n  start_ms: 55120\n  end_ms: 57670\n- text: So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n  start_ms: 57670\n  end_ms: 59710\n- text: I'll fly away, oh glory\n  start_ms: 59710\n  end_ms: 61950\n- text: With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n  start_ms: 61950\n  end_ms: 64880\n- text: And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n  start_ms: 64880\n  end_ms: 67030\n- text: I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n  start_ms: 67030\n  end_ms: 69600\n- text: One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n  start_ms: 69600\n  end_ms: 71950\n- text: My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n  start_ms: 71950\n  end_ms: 74160\n- text: So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 74160\n  end_ms: 77310\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 77310\n  end_ms: 81880\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 81880\n  end_ms: 84370\n- text: I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n  start_ms: 84370\n  end_ms: 86990\n- text: Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n  start_ms: 86990\n  end_ms: 89210\n- text: They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n  start_ms: 89210\n  end_ms: 91700\n- text: I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n  start_ms: 91700\n  end_ms: 93920\n- text: No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n  start_ms: 93920\n  end_ms: 96190\n- text: I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n  start_ms: 96190\n  end_ms: 98560\n- text: To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n  start_ms: 98560\n  end_ms: 101120\n- text: Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n  start_ms: 101120\n  end_ms: 103630\n- text: Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n  start_ms: 103630\n  end_ms: 105950\n- text: My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n  start_ms: 105950\n  end_ms: 108500\n- text: Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n  start_ms: 108500\n  end_ms: 111010\n- text: Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n  start_ms: 111010\n  end_ms: 113140\n- text: A mister three piece suit\n  start_ms: 113140\n  end_ms: 114300\n- text: Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n  start_ms: 114300\n  end_ms: 116440\n- text: Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n  start_ms: 116440\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 121770\n- text: I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n  start_ms: 121770\n  end_ms: 123910\n- text: (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  start_ms: 123910\n  end_ms: 126330\n- text: A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n  start_ms: 126330\n  end_ms: 128420\n- text: No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  start_ms: 128420\n  end_ms: 131330\n- text: A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n  start_ms: 131330\n  end_ms: 134010\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 134010\n  end_ms: 136540\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 136540\n  end_ms: 141180\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 141180\n  end_ms: 143710\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 143710\n  end_ms: 145890\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 145890\n  end_ms: 148280\n- text: Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n  start_ms: 148280\n  end_ms: 150950\n- text: If it's... 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(hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n  Word\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n  In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n  Cling to false also those papers say ock\n  I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n  Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n  If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n  'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\n  I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n  Assassination on the kid from the capital\n  I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n  Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n  So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n  I'll fly away, oh glory\n  With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n  And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n  I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n  One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n  My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n\n  So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\n  I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n  Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n  They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n  I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n  No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n  I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n  To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n  Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n  Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n  My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n  Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n  Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n  A mister three piece suit\n  Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n  Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n  I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n  I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n  (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n  No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n  If it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n  'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n  As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n  So come follow me to the land of Abraham\n  This land's your land, this land's my land\n  The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n  (Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n  Ah, feel injection\n  Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n  You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n  Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\n  Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n  Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n  (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n  But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n  Mr Slave Man\n  The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n  Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n  You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n  Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n  Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n  'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n\n  Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  I wear my sunglasses at night\n  To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n\n  I wear my sunglasses at night\n  To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n\n  So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n"},{"id":21346875,"name":"Nappy Heads [Remix]","trackName":"Nappy Heads [Remix]","artistName":"Fugees (Tranzlator Crew)","albumName":"The Fugees - Blunted on Reality","duration":322.15,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\nYa, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\nWhatchu got there? (hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\nWord\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nYou wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\nIn all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\nCling to false also those papers say ock\nI got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\nBa-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\nIf you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\nI was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\nAssassination on the kid from the capital\nI never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\nCondition critical, spirit over who's the physical\nSo if I die, catch me at the funeral\nI'll fly away, oh glory\nWith a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\nAnd the Angels write raps on holy paper\nI said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\nOne flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\nMy sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n\nSo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\nI don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\nNever had to battle with a bullet proof vest\nThey call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\nI don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\nNo disrespect to the West, true indeed\nI rock it to the East, the East is the seed\nTo see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\nPeace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\nNow we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\nMy own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\nWhatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\nHill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\nA mister three piece suit\nCheck the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\nNah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\nI got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\nI feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n(I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\nNo I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\nYo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nHey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\nIf it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\nAs slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\nSo come follow me to the land of Abraham\nThis land's your land, this land's my land\nThe blacker the black man, the better the next man\n(Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\nAh, feel injection\nPut the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\nYou maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\nOh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\nAin't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\nWord is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n(And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\nBut what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\nMr Slave Man\nThe harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\nDon't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\nDoors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\nYou slept on a kid from the boondocks\nOut of Motorville land of the ill kill\nBellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\nSome say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n\nCheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nCheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nYo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nMona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nI wear my sunglasses at night\nTo spy on my girlfriend, that's right\nThey dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n\nI wear my sunglasses at night\nTo spy on my girlfriend, that's right\nThey dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n\nSo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nCheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nCheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nAnd to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\nAnd to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\nAnd to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\nCheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.15] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[00:02.26] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[00:07.49] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[00:10.58] Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n[00:13.27] Whatchu got there? (hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n[00:16.98] Word\n[00:19.27] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:24.03] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:28.92] You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n[00:32.36] In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n[00:34.55] Cling to false also those papers say ock\n[00:36.69] I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n[00:39.45] Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n[00:41.90] If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n[00:44.33] 'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\n[00:46.69] I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n[00:49.64] Assassination on the kid from the capital\n[00:51.69] I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n[00:54.75] Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n[00:57.23] So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n[00:59.27] I'll fly away, oh glory\n[01:01.67] With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n[01:04.46] And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n[01:06.37] I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n[01:09.07] One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n[01:11.45] My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n[01:13.77] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[01:16.62] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[01:21.40] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[01:23.84] I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n[01:26.36] Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n[01:28.84] They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n[01:31.28] I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n[01:33.64] No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n[01:35.52] I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n[01:37.94] To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n[01:40.51] Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n[01:43.19] Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n[01:45.18] My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n[01:48.02] Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n[01:50.63] Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n[01:52.52] A mister three piece suit\n[01:53.91] Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n[01:56.09] Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n[01:57.91] I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n[02:01.23] I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n[02:02.98] (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:05.55] A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n[02:07.93] No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:10.73] A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n[02:13.79] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[02:16.30] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:20.71] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[02:23.23] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:25.56] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[02:27.56] Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n[02:30.49] If it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n[02:33.53] 'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n[02:35.68] As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n[02:38.08] So come follow me to the land of Abraham\n[02:40.57] This land's your land, this land's my land\n[02:42.73] The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n[02:45.24] (Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n[02:47.74] Ah, feel injection\n[02:50.17] Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n[02:52.95] You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n[02:55.99] Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\n[02:58.29] Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n[02:59.94] Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n[03:02.76] (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n[03:05.71] But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n[03:09.58] Mr Slave Man\n[03:12.28] The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n[03:15.61] Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n[03:17.78] Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n[03:20.90] You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n[03:22.56] Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n[03:24.95] Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[03:27.86] Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n[03:30.27] 'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n[03:32.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:34.64] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:37.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:39.58] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:42.69] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[03:45.13] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:49.73] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[03:52.19] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:54.37] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[03:57.63] Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:00.08] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:04.42] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:06.97] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:09.41] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:12.38] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:14.73] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:17.17] They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n[04:22.36] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:24.72] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:27.50] They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n[04:32.04] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:34.52] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:39.27] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:41.52] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:43.94] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:46.35] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:48.73] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:51.19] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:53.60] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:56.09] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:01.27] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:06.07] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:10.93] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[05:12.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nappy Heads [Remix]\n  artist: Fugees (Tranzlator Crew)\n  album: The Fugees - Blunted on Reality\n  duration_ms: 322150\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 150\n  end_ms: 2260\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 2260\n  end_ms: 7490\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 7490\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 13270\n- text: Whatchu got there? 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(hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\nWord\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\nA cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\nYou wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\nIn all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\nCling to false also those papers say ock\nI got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\nBa-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\nIf you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\nI was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\nAssassination on the kid from the capital\nI never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\nCondition critical, spirit over who's the physical\nSo if I die, catch me at the funeral\nI'll fly away, oh glory\nWith a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\nAnd the Angels write raps on holy paper\nI said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\nOne flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\nMy sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n\nSo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\nI don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\nNever had to battle with a bullet proof vest\nThey call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\nI don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\nNo disrespect to the West, true indeed\nI rock it to the East, the East is the seed\nTo see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\nPeace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\nNow we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\nMy own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\nWhatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\nHill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\nA mister three piece suit\nCheck the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\nNah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\nI got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\nI feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n(I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\nNo I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\nA-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\nYo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\nAnd if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nRound up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\nAy-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\nNappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\nHey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\nIf it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\nAs slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\nSo come follow me to the land of Abraham\nThis land's your land, this land's my land\nThe blacker the black man, the better the next man\n(Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\nAh, feel injection\nPut the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\nYou maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\nOh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? 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(hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n[00:16.98] Word\n[00:19.27] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:24.03] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[00:28.92] You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n[00:32.36] In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n[00:34.55] Cling to false also those papers say ock\n[00:36.69] I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n[00:39.45] Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n[00:41.90] If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n[00:44.33] 'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\n[00:46.69] I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n[00:49.64] Assassination on the kid from the capital\n[00:51.69] I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n[00:54.75] Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n[00:57.23] So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n[00:59.27] I'll fly away, oh glory\n[01:01.67] With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n[01:04.46] And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n[01:06.37] I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n[01:09.07] One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n[01:11.45] My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n[01:13.77] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[01:16.62] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[01:21.40] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[01:23.84] I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n[01:26.36] Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n[01:28.84] They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n[01:31.28] I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n[01:33.64] No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n[01:35.52] I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n[01:37.94] To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n[01:40.51] Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n[01:43.19] Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n[01:45.18] My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n[01:48.02] Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n[01:50.63] Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n[01:52.52] A mister three piece suit\n[01:53.91] Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n[01:56.09] Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n[01:57.91] I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n[02:01.23] I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n[02:02.98] (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:05.55] A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n[02:07.93] No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n[02:10.73] A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n[02:13.79] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[02:16.30] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:20.71] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[02:23.23] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[02:25.56] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[02:27.56] Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n[02:30.49] If it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n[02:33.53] 'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n[02:35.68] As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n[02:38.08] So come follow me to the land of Abraham\n[02:40.57] This land's your land, this land's my land\n[02:42.73] The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n[02:45.24] (Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n[02:47.74] Ah, feel injection\n[02:50.17] Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n[02:52.95] You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n[02:55.99] Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\n[02:58.29] Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n[02:59.94] Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n[03:02.76] (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n[03:05.71] But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n[03:09.58] Mr Slave Man\n[03:12.28] The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n[03:15.61] Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n[03:17.78] Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n[03:20.90] You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n[03:22.56] Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n[03:24.95] Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n[03:27.86] Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n[03:30.27] 'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n[03:32.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:34.64] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:37.17] Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:39.58] A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[03:42.69] Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[03:45.13] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:49.73] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[03:52.19] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[03:54.37] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[03:57.63] Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:00.08] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:04.42] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:06.97] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:09.41] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:12.38] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:14.73] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:17.17] They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n[04:22.36] I wear my sunglasses at night\n[04:24.72] To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n[04:27.50] They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n[04:32.04] So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n[04:34.52] And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:39.27] Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n[04:41.52] Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n[04:43.94] Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n[04:46.35] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:48.73] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:51.19] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:53.60] A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[04:56.09] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:01.27] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:06.07] And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n[05:10.93] Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n[05:12.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nappy Heads (Remix)\n  artist: Fugees (Tranzlator Crew)\n  album: The Fugees (Selected by Dj Will)\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 150\n  end_ms: 2260\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 2260\n  end_ms: 7490\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 7490\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 13270\n- text: Whatchu got there? 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(The five heartbeats)\n  start_ms: 175990\n  end_ms: 178290\n- text: Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n  start_ms: 178290\n  end_ms: 179940\n- text: Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n  start_ms: 179940\n  end_ms: 182760\n- text: (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n  start_ms: 182760\n  end_ms: 185710\n- text: But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n  start_ms: 185710\n  end_ms: 189580\n- text: Mr Slave Man\n  start_ms: 189580\n  end_ms: 192280\n- text: The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n  start_ms: 192280\n  end_ms: 195610\n- text: Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  start_ms: 195610\n  end_ms: 197780\n- text: Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n  start_ms: 197780\n  end_ms: 200900\n- text: You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n  start_ms: 200900\n  end_ms: 202560\n- text: Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n  start_ms: 202560\n  end_ms: 204950\n- text: Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  start_ms: 204950\n  end_ms: 207860\n- text: Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n  start_ms: 207860\n  end_ms: 210270\n- text: '''Cause I''ve been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas'\n  start_ms: 210270\n  end_ms: 212170\n- text: Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 212170\n  end_ms: 214640\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 214640\n  end_ms: 217170\n- text: Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 217170\n  end_ms: 219580\n- text: A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 219580\n  end_ms: 222690\n- text: Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 222690\n  end_ms: 225130\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 225130\n  end_ms: 229730\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 229730\n  end_ms: 232190\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 232190\n  end_ms: 234370\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 234370\n  end_ms: 237630\n- text: Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 237630\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 244420\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 244420\n  end_ms: 246970\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 246970\n  end_ms: 249410\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 249410\n  end_ms: 252380\n- text: I wear my sunglasses at night\n  start_ms: 252380\n  end_ms: 254730\n- text: To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  start_ms: 254730\n  end_ms: 257170\n- text: They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n  start_ms: 257170\n  end_ms: 262360\n- text: I wear my sunglasses at night\n  start_ms: 262360\n  end_ms: 264720\n- text: To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  start_ms: 264720\n  end_ms: 267500\n- text: They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n  start_ms: 267500\n  end_ms: 272040\n- text: So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  start_ms: 272040\n  end_ms: 274520\n- text: And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 274520\n  end_ms: 279270\n- text: Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  start_ms: 279270\n  end_ms: 281520\n- text: Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  start_ms: 281520\n  end_ms: 283940\n- text: Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n  start_ms: 283940\n  end_ms: 286350\n- text: Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 286350\n  end_ms: 288730\n- text: A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 288730\n  end_ms: 291190\n- text: Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 291190\n  end_ms: 293600\n- text: A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 293600\n  end_ms: 296090\n- text: And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  start_ms: 296090\n  end_ms: 301270\n- text: And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  start_ms: 301270\n  end_ms: 306070\n- text: And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  start_ms: 306070\n  end_ms: 310930\n- text: Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  start_ms: 310930\n  end_ms: 312970\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 312970\nplain: |-\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\n  Ya, hey nappy head (yo whashup?)\n  Whatchu got there? (hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba-cheeba)\n  Word\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  You wanna battle swing, I bring, commanding men like I was king\n  In all your dreams, I write the horror flick of Stephen King\n  Cling to false also those papers say ock\n  I got tired of the fat lady so, I sing to my own opera\n  Ba-lang-balang-balang to the man, the rock 'cause I love thee\n  If you live by the sword you go fit die by the gun\n  'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commits sin\n  I was ordered to code red but now I'm chillin' with a few good men\n  Assassination on the kid from the capital\n  I never play the Soap-Opera but now I'm a general hospital\n  Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical\n  So if I die, catch me at the funeral\n  I'll fly away, oh glory\n  With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me\n  And the Angels write raps on holy paper\n  I said, \"I'm lookin' for Jesus\", he said, \"Take the escalator\"\n  One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there\n  My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there\n\n  So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n\n  I don't puff blunts so, I always got my breath\n  Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest\n  They call me cock-weasel but I still cave a chest\n  I don't wear Jheri Curls 'cause I'm not from the West\n  No disrespect to the West, true indeed\n  I rock it to the East, the East is the seed\n  To see that them days back, yo, sheepskins and hot tracks\n  Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic\n  Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the ku kluk\n  My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the phillie blunt\n  Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting, ooh\n  Hill is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at\n  A mister three piece suit\n  Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots\n  Nah, that's the serpents and know them garment tips\n  I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots\n  I feel a jones' comin' down, yo I\n  (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)\n  No I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang\n  A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang\n\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Hey-yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle\n  If it's... Snake doesn't rattle\n  'Cause my style's as old as a reptile\n  As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child\n  So come follow me to the land of Abraham\n  This land's your land, this land's my land\n  The blacker the black man, the better the next man\n  (Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)\n  Ah, feel injection\n  Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin\n  You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me\n  Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane? (The five heartbeats)\n  Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song\n  Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong\n  (And I say to myself, what a wonderful world)\n  But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm?\n  Mr Slave Man\n  The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all\n  Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll\n  Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops\n  You slept on a kid from the boondocks\n  Out of Motorville land of the ill kill\n  Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil\n  Some say, who coming like the yuma but save the rumor\n  'Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two when I used to rock my pumas\n\n  Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  Cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba-cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  I wear my sunglasses at night\n  To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  They dancing, romancing, freaking at night (yes, yes, yes a yes, yes y'all)\n\n  I wear my sunglasses at night\n  To spy on my girlfriend, that's right\n  They dancing, romancing, freaking at oh...\n\n  So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on friday?\n  And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Round up the posse, fugee comin' around the way\n  Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay\n  Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home\n\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n  A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  And to the beat y'all and to the beat y'all, come on everybody\n  Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all\n"},{"id":35470737,"name":"Some Seek Stardom","trackName":"Some Seek Stardom","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Nappy Heads","duration":343.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check the crippled man, sittin' in the church\nMy conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt\nShe's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs\nAnd the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie\nI check Jimmy cuttin' hair at the barbershop\nHe plays the bass guitar, like David plays the harp\nHis knowledge name is Greek, 'cause whenever he speaks\nHe's got the wisdom of King Solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep\n\nSometimes he thought of the fame in Madison Square Garden\nSo some seek stardom, but they forget Harlem\nBut seeking first of all the kingdom of God is what my pops told me\nSo if I fall, could the choir catch me\nI flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan\nGot bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom\nSo who's side am I on? I'm on the righteous\nAlways check the lyrics, no time to contradict\n\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nThey keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty\n\nWell aiyyo, family I beseech you, in the hopes that I may reach you\nMy mother taught me one day that this mid-day would come someday\nBorn to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild\nAnd teachers disliked me, 'cause I knew where my culture be\nSo now yeah mom I read history, I can't neglect my passion see\nRock it's kind of new to me, 'cause my true love was poetry\nWhite was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey\nBuilt for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like to save you from the wicked\n\nD-Dog clear I wouldn't be wet the black to mourn, tomorrow's death\nThe evil things, glad that I, while angels wrote this violence why?\nHelp me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it\nTime to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me\nSee what's hard for me that don't make you flee\n\nWhen I enter your vicinity, you see my God ain't never after me\nSo yo I be wised up with Greek to go and be\nThe last and good and see what's wrong with me\nAnd through your insecurity of me and my ability\nSo bredren won't you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy\nTo tell the truth and not to lie? Oh my\n\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nBrothers keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty\n\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSisters keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty\n\nBut as I grew, I knew cause the master told me\nFrom a baby to a woman from a woman to a baby\nLife is so short, hardcore becomes hard-corpse\nStep in a coffin where the money's no longer the source\n\nThere we go, there we go, there we go\nI got mine now won't you get yours?\nWe never open doors so we neglect\nAnd don't protect the ones that's not\nPeople never really seem to care and then they cry out\n\"My people! Why aren't we treated equal?\"\nAs we flee, we flee our own communities we leave our family in poverty\nAnd then we blame it on another so family please recover\nOh c'mon please come now with you can come with me now\nAnd blow now if you want to, we're through\n\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nFamilies keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty\n\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nPeople keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty\n\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nWe keep our pockets full, but our souls run empty\n\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nSome seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\nBrothers keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.05] Check the crippled man, sittin' in the church\n[00:12.82] My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt\n[00:15.52] She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs\n[00:18.39] And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie\n[00:21.09] I check Jimmy cuttin' hair at the barbershop\n[00:23.80] He plays the bass guitar, like David plays the harp\n[00:26.53] His knowledge name is Greek, 'cause whenever he speaks\n[00:28.46] He's got the wisdom of King Solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep\n[00:31.16] Sometimes he thought of the fame in Madison Square Garden\n[00:33.99] So some seek stardom, but they forget Harlem\n[00:36.72] But seeking first of all the kingdom of God is what my pops told me\n[00:40.38] So if I fall, could the choir catch me\n[00:43.18] I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan\n[00:45.06] Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom\n[00:48.63] So who's side am I on? I'm on the righteous\n[00:51.43] Always check the lyrics, no time to contradict\n[00:53.24] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[00:56.07] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[00:56.95] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[01:00.69] They keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty\n[01:04.28] Well aiyyo, family I beseech you, in the hopes that I may reach you\n[01:07.03] My mother taught me one day that this mid-day would come someday\n[01:09.76] Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild\n[01:11.60] And teachers disliked me, 'cause I knew where my culture be\n[01:14.37] So now yeah mom I read history, I can't neglect my passion see\n[01:17.18] Rock it's kind of new to me, 'cause my true love was poetry\n[01:19.81] White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey\n[01:21.67] Built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like to save you from the wicked\n[01:25.30] D-Dog clear I wouldn't be wet the black to mourn, tomorrow's death\n[01:28.05] The evil things, glad that I, while angels wrote this violence why?\n[01:30.84] Help me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it\n[01:33.55] Time to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me\n[01:36.27] See what's hard for me that don't make you flee\n[01:38.17] When I enter your vicinity, you see my God ain't never after me\n[01:42.64] So yo I be wised up with Greek to go and be\n[01:44.57] The last and good and see what's wrong with me\n[01:46.37] And through your insecurity of me and my ability\n[01:49.18] So bredren won't you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy\n[01:51.83] To tell the truth and not to lie? Oh my\n[01:54.53] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[01:57.38] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[02:00.06] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[02:02.82] Brothers keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty\n[02:04.67] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[02:07.42] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[02:10.26] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[02:12.91] Sisters keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty\n[02:15.77] But as I grew, I knew cause the master told me\n[02:18.44] From a baby to a woman from a woman to a baby\n[02:21.17] Life is so short, hardcore becomes hard-corpse\n[02:24.06] Step in a coffin where the money's no longer the source\n[02:26.71] There we go, there we go, there we go\n[02:29.59] I got mine now won't you get yours?\n[02:31.33] We never open doors so we neglect\n[02:34.02] And don't protect the ones that's not\n[02:36.87] People never really seem to care and then they cry out\n[02:38.62] \"My people! Why aren't we treated equal?\"\n[02:39.53] As we flee, we flee our own communities we leave our family in poverty\n[02:44.14] And then we blame it on another so family please recover\n[02:47.73] Oh c'mon please come now with you can come with me now\n[02:50.59] And blow now if you want to, we're through\n[02:53.29] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[02:56.09] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[02:58.76] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[03:01.56] Families keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty\n[03:04.23] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[03:06.94] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[03:09.74] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[03:11.52] People keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty\n[03:14.37] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[03:17.08] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[03:20.70] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[03:22.54] We keep our pockets full, but our souls run empty\n[03:25.20] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[03:28.07] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[03:30.76] Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n[03:33.57] Brothers keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty\n[03:39.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Some Seek Stardom\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Nappy Heads\n  duration_ms: 343000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Check the crippled man, sittin' in the church\n  start_ms: 10050\n  end_ms: 12820\n- text: My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt\n  start_ms: 12820\n  end_ms: 15520\n- text: She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs\n  start_ms: 15520\n  end_ms: 18390\n- text: And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie\n  start_ms: 18390\n  end_ms: 21090\n- text: I check Jimmy cuttin' hair at the barbershop\n  start_ms: 21090\n  end_ms: 23800\n- text: He plays the bass guitar, like David plays the harp\n  start_ms: 23800\n  end_ms: 26530\n- text: His knowledge name is Greek, 'cause whenever he speaks\n  start_ms: 26530\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: He's got the wisdom of King Solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 31160\n- text: Sometimes he thought of the fame in Madison Square Garden\n  start_ms: 31160\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: So some seek stardom, but they forget Harlem\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 36720\n- text: But seeking first of all the kingdom of God is what my pops told me\n  start_ms: 36720\n  end_ms: 40380\n- text: So if I fall, could the choir catch me\n  start_ms: 40380\n  end_ms: 43180\n- text: I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan\n  start_ms: 43180\n  end_ms: 45060\n- text: Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom\n  start_ms: 45060\n  end_ms: 48630\n- text: So who's side am I on? 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I'm on the righteous\n  Always check the lyrics, no time to contradict\n\n  Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n  Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n  Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\n  They keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty\n\n  Well aiyyo, family I beseech you, in the hopes that I may reach you\n  My mother taught me one day that this mid-day would come someday\n  Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild\n  And teachers disliked me, 'cause I knew where my culture be\n  So now yeah mom I read history, I can't neglect my passion see\n  Rock it's kind of new to me, 'cause my true love was poetry\n  White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey\n  Built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like to save you from the wicked\n\n  D-Dog clear I wouldn't be wet the black to mourn, tomorrow's death\n  The evil things, glad that I, while angels wrote this violence why?\n  Help me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it\n  Time to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me\n  See what's hard for me that don't make you flee\n\n  When I enter your vicinity, you see my God ain't never after me\n  So yo I be wised up with Greek to go and be\n  The last and good and see what's wrong with me\n  And through your insecurity of me and my ability\n  So bredren won't you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy\n  To tell the truth and not to lie? 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you think you a rapper\nBaseball cap backward, forearms swingin' like a hip-hopper\nYou do the rhyme, thinkin' no one can stop ya\nI be the followin' that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah\nWhen I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops\nNow here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter\nNatural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka\nAny old style, I throw it in a locker\n\nWell I'm a cool chief rocka, I never drank no vodka\nMe got no bag of cheeba 'cause I never had a knocker\nMy cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'Aka\nI flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca\n\nYou boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose\nYour style remind me of yesterday, old news\nSad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain\nOr bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock\nIt's not a capital gain\nSo watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain\nBustin' nuts, bustin' style\nGettin' buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a 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Prudential\nDon't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\nThere's six million ways to die but choose four\n'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\n\nWhen I say checks that means pump your fist\nRemember Moses people, this is Exodus\nDon't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\nThem who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness\nThe land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\nWe droppin' the bass drum, then we put your heads on a tombstone\nYou can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua\nSo march to St. Lawrence\nYo march I got your back, march!\n\nCrown Heights\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nCease the violence\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nA moment of silence\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nFor those who died\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nPublic Enemy\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nNumber one\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nFrederick Douglass\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nHarriet Tubman\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nAristide\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nBob Marley\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nPrazwell\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\nTo my man Khalid\n(The nappy heads are comin' out)\n\nNow, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads\nRhymes, kinks, braids and dreads\nThe mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah\nAnd keep your heads nappy","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.14] Why am I trapped in a cage?\n[00:11.08] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:11.60] Barber can I get a fade?\n[00:12.98] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:13.98] Teacher teacher check my grades\n[00:15.45] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[00:16.14] I grab the mic in a rage!\n[00:19.00] You maintain to put a negro in pain, you used to diss me\n[00:21.64] You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane\n[00:23.91] Ain't nuttin' wrong, so snap your head to the song\n[00:25.79] Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong\n[00:28.35] And I say to myself, what a wonderful 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Rosa Parks?\n[02:21.70] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:22.61] You hung a man after dark\n[02:23.82] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:25.53] Cease the violence\n[02:27.19] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[02:28.48] Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?\n[02:31.47] Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread\n[02:34.15] But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused\n[02:36.30] Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it\n[02:38.53] Can't get too deep, 'cause some sleep while I wake\n[02:40.74] In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes\n[02:43.36] Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple\n[02:45.69] It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle\n[02:48.08] Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle\n[02:50.30] And walk away, with the title when I get, brutal\n[02:52.59] Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to Prudential\n[02:55.16] Don't even flinch, the other becomin' spiritual\n[02:57.34] There's six million ways to die but choose four\n[02:59.49] 'Cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!\n[03:02.99] When I say checks that means pump your fist\n[03:04.53] Remember Moses people, this is Exodus\n[03:06.50] Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis\n[03:08.56] Them who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness\n[03:10.99] The land that I'm from ain't the land of the dumb\n[03:13.27] We droppin' the bass drum, then we put your heads on a tombstone\n[03:15.79] You can't kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, silly Joshua\n[03:20.14] So march to St. Lawrence\n[03:21.30] Yo march I got your back, march!\n[03:24.51] Crown Heights\n[03:26.19] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:26.71] Cease the violence\n[03:28.12] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:29.10] A moment of silence\n[03:30.73] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:31.55] For those who died\n[03:33.00] (The nappy heads are comin' out)\n[03:34.02] Public Enemy\n[03:35.12] (The 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