[{"id":17897552,"name":"THE MASK","trackName":"THE MASK","artistName":"FUGEES","albumName":"FUGEES   THE SCORE","duration":290.56,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\nOne-two, one-two\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day\nFeds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\nMy crew in the Jersey wears the mask\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\nI used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\nPunching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\nSouping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\nHow would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\nLarge in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\nCome back and tell me who's bagging my fries\nGettin' high on company time\"\n\nHell no, siree, wrong MC\nWhy should I be a spy when you're spying me?\nAnd you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\nYou missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\nPulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\nHired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\nEyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\nI got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\nHad me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\nTaking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\nShook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\nPuttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\nI backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\nI had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\nThen it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\nI haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\nI tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\nI chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\nBusted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\nI kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\nThen his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\nYo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Bronx wear the mask\nMy crew on the Isle wear the mask\nStick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\nI'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\nMe and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\nI stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\nAs I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\nI turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\nDon't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\nSee cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\nMy knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\nNah, kid, I didn't have the balls\nThat's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nRunners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\nBrothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\nJokers be smoking and staying broken\nBitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\nNiggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\nI walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\nMy posse in the Haiti wear the mask\nMy crew in Jamaica wear the mask\nStick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\nSaid\nM to the A to the S to the K\n\nYo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\nYo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\nJokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\nStraight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.58] Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n[00:12.54] One-two, one-two\n[00:14.17] \n[00:22.36] M to the A to the S to the K\n[00:24.80] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n[00:27.87] Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n[00:30.88] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[00:33.71] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n[00:36.57] My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n[00:38.70] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n[00:40.85] Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n[00:43.64] I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n[00:46.95] Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n[00:49.67] Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n[00:52.37] How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n[00:55.14] Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n[00:57.37] Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n[00:58.87] Gettin' high on company time\"\n[01:00.28] Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n[01:03.03] Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n[01:05.63] And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n[01:08.48] You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n[01:11.27] Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n[01:13.93] Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n[01:16.77] Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n[01:19.12] Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n[01:22.16] I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n[01:24.60] Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n[01:27.57] M to the A to the S to the K\n[01:29.94] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[01:33.36] Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n[01:35.97] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[01:38.91] My posse Uptown wear the mask\n[01:41.69] My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n[01:43.93] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n[01:46.22] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[01:49.28] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n[01:51.82] Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n[01:54.43] Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n[01:57.24] Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n[01:59.83] I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n[02:02.39] I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n[02:04.99] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n[02:07.89] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n[02:10.77] Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n[02:13.36] I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n[02:16.33] I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n[02:18.64] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.94] Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n[02:24.52] I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n[02:26.78] Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n[02:29.68] I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n[02:32.31] Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n[02:35.14] Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n[02:38.20] M to the A to the S to the K\n[02:40.48] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[02:43.77] Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n[02:46.37] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[02:49.37] My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n[02:51.93] My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n[02:54.11] Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n[02:56.64] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[02:59.51] 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n[03:02.33] I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n[03:05.14] Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n[03:07.85] I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n[03:10.64] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n[03:13.61] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n[03:15.96] As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n[03:18.58] I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n[03:21.26] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n[03:24.19] Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n[03:26.57] See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n[03:29.45] My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n[03:32.89] Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n[03:35.05] That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n[03:37.70] \n[03:48.52] M to the A to the S to the K\n[03:50.82] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[03:54.19] Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n[03:56.78] Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n[03:59.55] Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n[04:02.36] Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n[04:05.06] Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n[04:07.95] I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n[04:10.70] My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n[04:13.66] My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n[04:15.71] Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n[04:17.97] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n[04:22.13] Said\n[04:22.68] M to the A to the S to the K\n[04:26.36] \n[04:36.52] Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n[04:40.25] Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n[04:43.03] Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n[04:46.61] Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n[04:48.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THE MASK\n  artist: FUGEES\n  album: FUGEES   THE SCORE\n  duration_ms: 290560\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask? 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Probably some intellectual\"\n  start_ms: 146780\n  end_ms: 149680\n- text: I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  start_ms: 149680\n  end_ms: 152310\n- text: Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  start_ms: 152310\n  end_ms: 155140\n- text: Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n  start_ms: 155140\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 160480\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 160480\n  end_ms: 163770\n- text: Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  start_ms: 163770\n  end_ms: 166370\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 166370\n  end_ms: 169370\n- text: My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  start_ms: 169370\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174110\n- text: Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  start_ms: 174110\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 179510\n- text: 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  start_ms: 179510\n  end_ms: 182330\n- text: I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  start_ms: 182330\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 187850\n- text: I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  start_ms: 187850\n  end_ms: 190640\n- text: Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  start_ms: 190640\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 195960\n- text: As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  start_ms: 195960\n  end_ms: 198580\n- text: I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n  start_ms: 198580\n  end_ms: 201260\n- text: He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  start_ms: 201260\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206570\n- text: See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  start_ms: 206570\n  end_ms: 209450\n- text: My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  start_ms: 209450\n  end_ms: 212890\n- text: Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  start_ms: 212890\n  end_ms: 215050\n- text: That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n  start_ms: 215050\n  end_ms: 217700\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217700\n  end_ms: 228520\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 228520\n  end_ms: 230820\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 230820\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 236780\n- text: Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  start_ms: 236780\n  end_ms: 239550\n- text: Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  start_ms: 239550\n  end_ms: 242360\n- text: Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  start_ms: 242360\n  end_ms: 245060\n- text: Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  start_ms: 245060\n  end_ms: 247950\n- text: I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 247950\n  end_ms: 250700\n- text: My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  start_ms: 250700\n  end_ms: 253660\n- text: My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  start_ms: 253660\n  end_ms: 255710\n- text: Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  start_ms: 255710\n  end_ms: 257970\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n  start_ms: 257970\n  end_ms: 262130\n- text: Said\n  start_ms: 262130\n  end_ms: 262680\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 262680\n  end_ms: 266360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 266360\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 280250\n- text: Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  start_ms: 280250\n  end_ms: 283030\n- text: Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  start_ms: 283030\n  end_ms: 286610\n- text: Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n  start_ms: 286610\n  end_ms: 288960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 288960\nplain: |-\n  Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  One-two, one-two\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\n  I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  Gettin' high on company time\"\n\n  Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\n  Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\n  My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\n  Said\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n\n  Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n"},{"id":18132821,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Fugees - The Score","duration":290.62025,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\nOne-two, one-two\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day\nFeds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\nMy crew in the Jersey wears the mask\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\nI used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\nPunching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\nSouping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\nHow would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\nLarge in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\nCome back and tell me who's bagging my fries\nGettin' high on company time\"\n\nHell no, siree, wrong MC\nWhy should I be a spy when you're spying me?\nAnd you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\nYou missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\nPulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\nHired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\nEyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\nI got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\nHad me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\nTaking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\nShook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\nPuttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\nI backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\nI had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\nThen it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\nI haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\nI tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\nI chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\nBusted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\nI kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\nThen his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\nYo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Bronx wear the mask\nMy crew on the Isle wear the mask\nStick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\nI'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\nMe and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\nI stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\nAs I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\nI turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\nDon't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\nSee cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\nMy knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\nNah, kid, I didn't have the balls\nThat's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nRunners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\nBrothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\nJokers be smoking and staying broken\nBitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\nNiggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\nI walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\nMy posse in the Haiti wear the mask\nMy crew in Jamaica wear the mask\nStick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\nSaid\nM to the A to the S to the K\n\nYo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\nYo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\nJokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\nStraight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.53] Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n[00:12.54] One-two, one-two\n[00:14.17] \n[00:22.38] M to the A to the S to the K\n[00:24.85] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n[00:27.85] Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n[00:30.87] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[00:33.72] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n[00:36.51] My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n[00:38.71] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n[00:40.84] Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n[00:43.66] I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n[00:46.92] Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n[00:49.62] Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n[00:52.33] How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n[00:55.11] Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n[00:57.37] Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n[00:58.82] Gettin' high on company time\"\n[01:00.23] Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n[01:03.03] Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n[01:05.68] And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n[01:08.45] You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n[01:11.30] Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n[01:13.95] Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n[01:16.79] Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n[01:19.17] Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n[01:22.18] I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n[01:24.68] Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n[01:27.50] M to the A to the S to the K\n[01:29.94] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[01:33.38] Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n[01:35.97] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[01:38.96] My posse Uptown wear the mask\n[01:41.61] My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n[01:43.94] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n[01:46.22] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[01:49.28] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n[01:51.81] Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n[01:54.45] Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n[01:57.28] Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n[01:59.83] I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n[02:02.39] I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n[02:04.95] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n[02:07.86] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n[02:10.72] Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n[02:13.38] I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n[02:16.37] I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n[02:18.69] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.91] Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n[02:24.50] I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n[02:26.72] Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n[02:29.69] I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n[02:32.37] Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n[02:35.12] Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n[02:38.23] M to the A to the S to the K\n[02:40.46] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[02:43.71] Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n[02:46.31] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[02:49.34] My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n[02:51.90] My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n[02:54.15] Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n[02:56.63] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[02:59.58] 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n[03:02.32] I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n[03:05.14] Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n[03:07.83] I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n[03:10.63] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n[03:13.61] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n[03:15.94] As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n[03:18.58] I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n[03:21.20] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n[03:24.18] Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n[03:26.58] See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n[03:29.45] My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n[03:32.85] Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n[03:35.10] That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n[03:37.70] \n[03:48.54] M to the A to the S to the K\n[03:50.81] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[03:54.20] Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n[03:56.76] Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n[03:59.53] Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n[04:02.32] Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n[04:05.04] Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n[04:07.99] I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n[04:10.74] My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n[04:13.68] My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n[04:15.74] Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n[04:17.94] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n[04:22.19] Said\n[04:22.69] M to the A to the S to the K\n[04:26.36] \n[04:36.56] Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n[04:40.25] Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n[04:43.02] Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n[04:46.63] Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n[04:48.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: The Fugees\n  album: The Fugees - The Score\n  duration_ms: 290620\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 12540\n- text: One-two, one-two\n  start_ms: 12540\n  end_ms: 14170\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 14170\n  end_ms: 22380\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 22380\n  end_ms: 24850\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 24850\n  end_ms: 27850\n- text: Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  start_ms: 27850\n  end_ms: 30870\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 30870\n  end_ms: 33720\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  start_ms: 33720\n  end_ms: 36510\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  start_ms: 36510\n  end_ms: 38710\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  start_ms: 38710\n  end_ms: 40840\n- text: Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n  start_ms: 40840\n  end_ms: 43660\n- text: I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  start_ms: 43660\n  end_ms: 46920\n- text: Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  start_ms: 46920\n  end_ms: 49620\n- text: Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  start_ms: 49620\n  end_ms: 52330\n- text: How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  start_ms: 52330\n  end_ms: 55110\n- text: Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  start_ms: 55110\n  end_ms: 57370\n- text: Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  start_ms: 57370\n  end_ms: 58820\n- text: Gettin' high on company time\"\n  start_ms: 58820\n  end_ms: 60230\n- text: Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  start_ms: 60230\n  end_ms: 63030\n- text: Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  start_ms: 63030\n  end_ms: 65680\n- text: And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  start_ms: 65680\n  end_ms: 68450\n- text: You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  start_ms: 68450\n  end_ms: 71300\n- text: Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  start_ms: 71300\n  end_ms: 73950\n- text: Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  start_ms: 73950\n  end_ms: 76790\n- text: Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  start_ms: 76790\n  end_ms: 79170\n- text: Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  start_ms: 79170\n  end_ms: 82180\n- text: I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  start_ms: 82180\n  end_ms: 84680\n- text: Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n  start_ms: 84680\n  end_ms: 87500\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 87500\n  end_ms: 89940\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 89940\n  end_ms: 93380\n- text: Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  start_ms: 93380\n  end_ms: 95970\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 95970\n  end_ms: 98960\n- text: My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  start_ms: 98960\n  end_ms: 101610\n- text: My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  start_ms: 101610\n  end_ms: 103940\n- text: Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  start_ms: 103940\n  end_ms: 106220\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 106220\n  end_ms: 109280\n- text: I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  start_ms: 109280\n  end_ms: 111810\n- text: Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  start_ms: 111810\n  end_ms: 114450\n- text: Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  start_ms: 114450\n  end_ms: 117280\n- text: Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  start_ms: 117280\n  end_ms: 119830\n- text: I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 122390\n- text: I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  start_ms: 122390\n  end_ms: 124950\n- text: But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  start_ms: 124950\n  end_ms: 127860\n- text: So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n  start_ms: 127860\n  end_ms: 130720\n- text: Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  start_ms: 130720\n  end_ms: 133380\n- text: I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  start_ms: 133380\n  end_ms: 136370\n- text: I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  start_ms: 136370\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 141910\n- text: Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  start_ms: 141910\n  end_ms: 144500\n- text: I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  start_ms: 144500\n  end_ms: 146720\n- text: Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  start_ms: 146720\n  end_ms: 149690\n- text: I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  start_ms: 149690\n  end_ms: 152370\n- text: Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  start_ms: 152370\n  end_ms: 155120\n- text: Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n  start_ms: 155120\n  end_ms: 158230\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 158230\n  end_ms: 160460\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 160460\n  end_ms: 163710\n- text: Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  start_ms: 163710\n  end_ms: 166310\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 166310\n  end_ms: 169340\n- text: My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  start_ms: 169340\n  end_ms: 171900\n- text: My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  start_ms: 171900\n  end_ms: 174150\n- text: Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  start_ms: 174150\n  end_ms: 176630\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 176630\n  end_ms: 179580\n- text: 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  start_ms: 179580\n  end_ms: 182320\n- text: I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  start_ms: 182320\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 187830\n- text: I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  start_ms: 187830\n  end_ms: 190630\n- text: Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  start_ms: 190630\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 195940\n- text: As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  start_ms: 195940\n  end_ms: 198580\n- text: I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n  start_ms: 198580\n  end_ms: 201200\n- text: He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  start_ms: 201200\n  end_ms: 204180\n- text: Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  start_ms: 204180\n  end_ms: 206580\n- text: See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  start_ms: 206580\n  end_ms: 209450\n- text: My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  start_ms: 209450\n  end_ms: 212850\n- text: Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  start_ms: 212850\n  end_ms: 215100\n- text: That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n  start_ms: 215100\n  end_ms: 217700\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217700\n  end_ms: 228540\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 228540\n  end_ms: 230810\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 230810\n  end_ms: 234200\n- text: Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  start_ms: 234200\n  end_ms: 236760\n- text: Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  start_ms: 236760\n  end_ms: 239530\n- text: Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  start_ms: 239530\n  end_ms: 242320\n- text: Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  start_ms: 242320\n  end_ms: 245040\n- text: Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  start_ms: 245040\n  end_ms: 247990\n- text: I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 247990\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  start_ms: 250740\n  end_ms: 253680\n- text: My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  start_ms: 253680\n  end_ms: 255740\n- text: Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  start_ms: 255740\n  end_ms: 257940\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n  start_ms: 257940\n  end_ms: 262190\n- text: Said\n  start_ms: 262190\n  end_ms: 262690\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 262690\n  end_ms: 266360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 266360\n  end_ms: 276560\n- text: Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  start_ms: 276560\n  end_ms: 280250\n- text: Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  start_ms: 280250\n  end_ms: 283020\n- text: Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  start_ms: 283020\n  end_ms: 286630\n- text: Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n  start_ms: 286630\n  end_ms: 288960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 288960\nplain: |-\n  Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  One-two, one-two\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\n  I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  Gettin' high on company time\"\n\n  Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\n  Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\n  My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\n  Said\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n\n  Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n"},{"id":27740309,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score - Fugees (Refugee Camp)","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\nFeds be hawkin me\nJokers be stalking me,\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\nYeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n\nI used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\nPunching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\nSoupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n\"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n\"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\nCome back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\nGetting high on company time.\"\nHell no sirree, wrong M.C.\nWhy should I be a spy, when you spying me,\nAnd you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\nYa missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\nHold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\nHired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\nEyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\nI got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\nHave me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\nTaking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\nShook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\nPutting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\nI backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\nI had to put him in his place,\nThis kids invading my space,\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\nThen it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\nI haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\nI tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\nI chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\nHe's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\nProbably some intellectual.\n\nI kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\nThen his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\nYo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\nI'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\nMe and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\nI stepped out the note to post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\nAs I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\nI turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\nDon't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\nSee cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\nMy knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\nWell did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\nThat's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.86] Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n[00:22.37] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n[00:25.99] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n[00:27.88] Feds be hawkin me\n[00:29.62] Jokers be stalking me,\n[00:31.02] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n[00:33.48] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n[00:35.58] My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n[00:39.21] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n[00:41.10] Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n[00:43.96] I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\n[00:46.73] Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n[00:49.66] Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n[00:52.32] \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n[00:55.15] \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n[00:56.15] Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n[00:58.88] Getting high on company time.\"\n[01:00.77] Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n[01:04.56] Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n[01:06.37] And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n[01:10.06] Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n[01:12.82] Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n[01:13.81] Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n[01:16.55] Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n[01:19.34] Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n[01:22.08] I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n[01:24.85] Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n[01:27.59] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[01:32.22] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[01:33.18] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[01:36.93] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[01:38.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[01:41.65] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[01:45.33] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[01:48.17] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[01:49.17] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n[01:52.35] Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n[01:55.96] Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n[01:57.86] Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n[01:59.65] I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n[02:02.46] I had to put him in his place,\n[02:04.22] This kids invading my space,\n[02:07.09] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n[02:09.83] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n[02:10.75] Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n[02:14.44] I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n[02:17.18] I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n[02:19.93] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.72] Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n[02:25.44] I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n[02:27.20] He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n[02:29.08] Probably some intellectual.\n[02:29.97] I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n[02:32.72] Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n[02:35.53] Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n[02:38.22] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[02:41.91] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[02:42.90] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[02:46.01] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[02:48.83] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[02:51.57] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[02:54.35] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[02:57.12] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[02:59.82] 3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n[03:03.58] I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n[03:05.39] Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n[03:08.10] I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n[03:10.83] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n[03:13.76] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n[03:16.56] As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n[03:18.39] I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n[03:21.32] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n[03:25.98] Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n[03:26.88] See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n[03:29.66] My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n[03:32.43] Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n[03:35.23] That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n[03:48.54] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[03:51.37] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[04:08.95] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[04:10.89] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[04:11.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[04:13.63] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[04:15.46] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[04:18.20] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[04:21.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Score - Fugees (Refugee Camp)\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n  start_ms: 4860\n  end_ms: 22370\n- text: (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n  start_ms: 22370\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 27880\n- text: Feds be hawkin me\n  start_ms: 27880\n  end_ms: 29620\n- text: Jokers be stalking me,\n  start_ms: 29620\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 35580\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 35580\n  end_ms: 39210\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 39210\n  end_ms: 41100\n- text: Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n  start_ms: 41100\n  end_ms: 43960\n- text: I used to work at Burger King. 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A king taking orders.\n  Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n  Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n  \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n  \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n  Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n  Getting high on company time.\"\n  Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n  Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n  And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n  Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n  Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n  Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n  Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n  I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\n  Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n  Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n  Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n  Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n  I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n  I had to put him in his place,\n  This kids invading my space,\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n  Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n  I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n  I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n  I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n  He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n  Probably some intellectual.\n\n  I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n  Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n  Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n  I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n  Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n  I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n  As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n  I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\n  Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n  See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n  My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n  Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n  That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n"},{"id":20185566,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees, The","albumName":"The Score","duration":290.56,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\nOne-two, one-two\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day\nFeds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\nMy crew in the Jersey wears the mask\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\nI used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\nPunching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\nSouping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\nHow would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\nLarge in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\nCome back and tell me who's bagging my fries\nGettin' high on company time\"\n\nHell no, siree, wrong MC\nWhy should I be a spy when you're spying me?\nAnd you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\nYou missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\nPulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\nHired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\nEyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\nI got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\nHad me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\nTaking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\nShook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\nPuttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\nI backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\nI had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\nThen it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\nI haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\nI tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\nI chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\nBusted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\nI kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\nThen his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\nYo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Bronx wear the mask\nMy crew on the Isle wear the mask\nStick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\nI'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\nMe and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\nI stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\nAs I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\nI turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\nDon't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\nSee cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\nMy knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\nNah, kid, I didn't have the balls\nThat's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nRunners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\nBrothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\nJokers be smoking and staying broken\nBitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\nNiggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\nI walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\nMy posse in the Haiti wear the mask\nMy crew in Jamaica wear the mask\nStick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\nSaid\nM to the A to the S to the K\n\nYo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\nYo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\nJokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\nStraight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.53] Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n[00:12.54] One-two, one-two\n[00:14.17] \n[00:22.38] M to the A to the S to the K\n[00:24.85] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n[00:27.85] Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n[00:30.87] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[00:33.72] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n[00:36.51] My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n[00:38.71] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n[00:40.84] Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n[00:43.66] I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n[00:46.92] Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n[00:49.62] Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n[00:52.33] How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n[00:55.11] Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n[00:57.37] Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n[00:58.82] Gettin' high on company time\"\n[01:00.23] Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n[01:03.03] Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n[01:05.68] And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n[01:08.45] You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n[01:11.30] Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n[01:13.95] Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n[01:16.79] Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n[01:19.17] Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n[01:22.18] I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n[01:24.68] Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n[01:27.50] M to the A to the S to the K\n[01:29.94] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[01:33.38] Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n[01:35.97] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[01:38.96] My posse Uptown wear the mask\n[01:41.61] My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n[01:43.94] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n[01:46.22] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[01:49.28] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n[01:51.81] Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n[01:54.45] Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n[01:57.28] Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n[01:59.83] I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n[02:02.39] I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n[02:04.95] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n[02:07.86] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n[02:10.72] Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n[02:13.38] I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n[02:16.37] I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n[02:18.69] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.91] Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n[02:24.50] I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n[02:26.72] Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n[02:29.69] I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n[02:32.37] Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n[02:35.12] Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n[02:38.23] M to the A to the S to the K\n[02:40.46] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[02:43.71] Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n[02:46.31] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[02:49.34] My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n[02:51.90] My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n[02:54.15] Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n[02:56.63] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[02:59.58] 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n[03:02.32] I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n[03:05.14] Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n[03:07.83] I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n[03:10.63] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n[03:13.61] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n[03:15.94] As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n[03:18.58] I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n[03:21.20] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n[03:24.18] Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n[03:26.58] See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n[03:29.45] My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n[03:32.85] Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n[03:35.10] That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n[03:37.70] \n[03:48.54] M to the A to the S to the K\n[03:50.81] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[03:54.20] Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n[03:56.76] Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n[03:59.53] Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n[04:02.32] Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n[04:05.04] Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n[04:07.99] I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n[04:10.74] My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n[04:13.68] My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n[04:15.74] Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n[04:17.94] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n[04:22.19] Said\n[04:22.69] M to the A to the S to the K\n[04:26.36] \n[04:36.56] Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n[04:40.25] Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n[04:43.02] Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n[04:46.63] Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n[04:48.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: Fugees, The\n  album: The Score\n  duration_ms: 290560\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 12540\n- text: One-two, one-two\n  start_ms: 12540\n  end_ms: 14170\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 14170\n  end_ms: 22380\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 22380\n  end_ms: 24850\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 24850\n  end_ms: 27850\n- text: Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  start_ms: 27850\n  end_ms: 30870\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 30870\n  end_ms: 33720\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  start_ms: 33720\n  end_ms: 36510\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  start_ms: 36510\n  end_ms: 38710\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  start_ms: 38710\n  end_ms: 40840\n- text: Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n  start_ms: 40840\n  end_ms: 43660\n- text: I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  start_ms: 43660\n  end_ms: 46920\n- text: Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  start_ms: 46920\n  end_ms: 49620\n- text: Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  start_ms: 49620\n  end_ms: 52330\n- text: How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  start_ms: 52330\n  end_ms: 55110\n- text: Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  start_ms: 55110\n  end_ms: 57370\n- text: Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  start_ms: 57370\n  end_ms: 58820\n- text: Gettin' high on company time\"\n  start_ms: 58820\n  end_ms: 60230\n- text: Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  start_ms: 60230\n  end_ms: 63030\n- text: Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  start_ms: 63030\n  end_ms: 65680\n- text: And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  start_ms: 65680\n  end_ms: 68450\n- text: You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  start_ms: 68450\n  end_ms: 71300\n- text: Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  start_ms: 71300\n  end_ms: 73950\n- text: Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  start_ms: 73950\n  end_ms: 76790\n- text: Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  start_ms: 76790\n  end_ms: 79170\n- text: Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  start_ms: 79170\n  end_ms: 82180\n- text: I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  start_ms: 82180\n  end_ms: 84680\n- text: Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n  start_ms: 84680\n  end_ms: 87500\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 87500\n  end_ms: 89940\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 89940\n  end_ms: 93380\n- text: Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  start_ms: 93380\n  end_ms: 95970\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 95970\n  end_ms: 98960\n- text: My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  start_ms: 98960\n  end_ms: 101610\n- text: My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  start_ms: 101610\n  end_ms: 103940\n- text: Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  start_ms: 103940\n  end_ms: 106220\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 106220\n  end_ms: 109280\n- text: I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  start_ms: 109280\n  end_ms: 111810\n- text: Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  start_ms: 111810\n  end_ms: 114450\n- text: Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  start_ms: 114450\n  end_ms: 117280\n- text: Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  start_ms: 117280\n  end_ms: 119830\n- text: I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 122390\n- text: I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  start_ms: 122390\n  end_ms: 124950\n- text: But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  start_ms: 124950\n  end_ms: 127860\n- text: So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n  start_ms: 127860\n  end_ms: 130720\n- text: Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  start_ms: 130720\n  end_ms: 133380\n- text: I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  start_ms: 133380\n  end_ms: 136370\n- text: I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  start_ms: 136370\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 141910\n- text: Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  start_ms: 141910\n  end_ms: 144500\n- text: I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  start_ms: 144500\n  end_ms: 146720\n- text: Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  start_ms: 146720\n  end_ms: 149690\n- text: I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  start_ms: 149690\n  end_ms: 152370\n- text: Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  start_ms: 152370\n  end_ms: 155120\n- text: Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n  start_ms: 155120\n  end_ms: 158230\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 158230\n  end_ms: 160460\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 160460\n  end_ms: 163710\n- text: Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  start_ms: 163710\n  end_ms: 166310\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 166310\n  end_ms: 169340\n- text: My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  start_ms: 169340\n  end_ms: 171900\n- text: My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  start_ms: 171900\n  end_ms: 174150\n- text: Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  start_ms: 174150\n  end_ms: 176630\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 176630\n  end_ms: 179580\n- text: 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  start_ms: 179580\n  end_ms: 182320\n- text: I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  start_ms: 182320\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 187830\n- text: I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  start_ms: 187830\n  end_ms: 190630\n- text: Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  start_ms: 190630\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 195940\n- text: As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  start_ms: 195940\n  end_ms: 198580\n- text: I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n  start_ms: 198580\n  end_ms: 201200\n- text: He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  start_ms: 201200\n  end_ms: 204180\n- text: Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  start_ms: 204180\n  end_ms: 206580\n- text: See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  start_ms: 206580\n  end_ms: 209450\n- text: My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  start_ms: 209450\n  end_ms: 212850\n- text: Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  start_ms: 212850\n  end_ms: 215100\n- text: That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n  start_ms: 215100\n  end_ms: 217700\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217700\n  end_ms: 228540\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 228540\n  end_ms: 230810\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 230810\n  end_ms: 234200\n- text: Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  start_ms: 234200\n  end_ms: 236760\n- text: Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  start_ms: 236760\n  end_ms: 239530\n- text: Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  start_ms: 239530\n  end_ms: 242320\n- text: Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  start_ms: 242320\n  end_ms: 245040\n- text: Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  start_ms: 245040\n  end_ms: 247990\n- text: I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 247990\n  end_ms: 250740\n- text: My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  start_ms: 250740\n  end_ms: 253680\n- text: My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  start_ms: 253680\n  end_ms: 255740\n- text: Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  start_ms: 255740\n  end_ms: 257940\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n  start_ms: 257940\n  end_ms: 262190\n- text: Said\n  start_ms: 262190\n  end_ms: 262690\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 262690\n  end_ms: 266360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 266360\n  end_ms: 276560\n- text: Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  start_ms: 276560\n  end_ms: 280250\n- text: Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  start_ms: 280250\n  end_ms: 283020\n- text: Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  start_ms: 283020\n  end_ms: 286630\n- text: Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n  start_ms: 286630\n  end_ms: 288960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 288960\nplain: |-\n  Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  One-two, one-two\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\n  I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  Gettin' high on company time\"\n\n  Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\n  Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\n  My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\n  Said\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n\n  Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n"},{"id":9865972,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\nOne-two, one-two\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day\nFeds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\nMy crew in the Jersey wears the mask\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\nI used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\nPunching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\nSouping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\nHow would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\nLarge in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\nCome back and tell me who's bagging my fries\nGettin' high on company time\"\n\nHell no, siree, wrong MC\nWhy should I be a spy when you're spying me?\nAnd you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\nYou missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\nPulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\nHired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\nEyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\nI got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\nHad me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\nTaking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\nShook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\nPuttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\nI backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\nI had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\nThen it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\nI haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\nI tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\nI chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\nBusted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\nI kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\nThen his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\nYo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Bronx wear the mask\nMy crew on the Isle wear the mask\nStick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\nI'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\nMe and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\nI stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\nAs I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\nI turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\nDon't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\nSee cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\nMy knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\nNah, kid, I didn't have the balls\nThat's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nRunners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\nBrothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\nJokers be smoking and staying broken\nBitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\nNiggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\nI walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\nMy posse in the Haiti wear the mask\nMy crew in Jamaica wear the mask\nStick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\nSaid\nM to the A to the S to the K\n\nYo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\nYo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\nJokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\nStraight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.58] Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n[00:12.54] One-two, one-two\n[00:14.17] \n[00:22.36] M to the A to the S to the K\n[00:24.80] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n[00:27.87] Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n[00:30.88] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[00:33.71] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n[00:36.57] My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n[00:38.70] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n[00:40.85] Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n[00:43.64] I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n[00:46.95] Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n[00:49.67] Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n[00:52.37] How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n[00:55.14] Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n[00:57.37] Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n[00:58.87] Gettin' high on company time\"\n[01:00.28] Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n[01:03.03] Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n[01:05.63] And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n[01:08.48] You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n[01:11.27] Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n[01:13.93] Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n[01:16.77] Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n[01:19.12] Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n[01:22.16] I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n[01:24.60] Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n[01:27.57] M to the A to the S to the K\n[01:29.94] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[01:33.36] Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n[01:35.97] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[01:38.91] My posse Uptown wear the mask\n[01:41.69] My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n[01:43.93] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n[01:46.22] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[01:49.28] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n[01:51.82] Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n[01:54.43] Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n[01:57.24] Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n[01:59.83] I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n[02:02.39] I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n[02:04.99] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n[02:07.89] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n[02:10.77] Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n[02:13.36] I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n[02:16.33] I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n[02:18.64] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.94] Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n[02:24.52] I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n[02:26.78] Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n[02:29.68] I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n[02:32.31] Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n[02:35.14] Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n[02:38.20] M to the A to the S to the K\n[02:40.48] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[02:43.77] Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n[02:46.37] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[02:49.37] My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n[02:51.93] My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n[02:54.11] Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n[02:56.64] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[02:59.51] 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n[03:02.33] I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n[03:05.14] Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n[03:07.85] I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n[03:10.64] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n[03:13.61] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n[03:15.96] As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n[03:18.58] I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n[03:21.26] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n[03:24.19] Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n[03:26.57] See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n[03:29.45] My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n[03:32.89] Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n[03:35.05] That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n[03:37.70] \n[03:48.52] M to the A to the S to the K\n[03:50.82] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[03:54.19] Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n[03:56.78] Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n[03:59.55] Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n[04:02.36] Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n[04:05.06] Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n[04:07.95] I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n[04:10.70] My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n[04:13.66] My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n[04:15.71] Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n[04:17.97] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n[04:22.13] Said\n[04:22.68] M to the A to the S to the K\n[04:26.36] \n[04:36.52] Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n[04:40.25] Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n[04:43.03] Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n[04:46.61] Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n[04:48.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: The Fugees\n  album: The Score\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask? 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(Yeah, y'all)\n  start_ms: 257970\n  end_ms: 262130\n- text: Said\n  start_ms: 262130\n  end_ms: 262680\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 262680\n  end_ms: 266360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 266360\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 280250\n- text: Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  start_ms: 280250\n  end_ms: 283030\n- text: Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  start_ms: 283030\n  end_ms: 286610\n- text: Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n  start_ms: 286610\n  end_ms: 288960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 288960\nplain: |-\n  Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  One-two, one-two\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\n  I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  Gettin' high on company time\"\n\n  Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\n  Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\n  My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\n  Said\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n\n  Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n"},{"id":17604602,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"Cd1: The Score","duration":290.537075,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\nOne-two, one-two\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day\nFeds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\nMy crew in the Jersey wears the mask\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\nI used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\nPunching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\nSouping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\nHow would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\nLarge in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\nCome back and tell me who's bagging my fries\nGettin' high on company time\"\n\nHell no, siree, wrong MC\nWhy should I be a spy when you're spying me?\nAnd you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\nYou missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\nPulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\nHired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\nEyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\nI got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\nHad me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\nTaking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\nShook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\nPuttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\nI backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\nI had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\nThen it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\nI haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\nI tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\nI chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\nBusted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\nI kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\nThen his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\nYo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Bronx wear the mask\nMy crew on the Isle wear the mask\nStick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\nI'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\nMe and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\nI stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\nAs I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\nI turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\nDon't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\nSee cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\nMy knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\nNah, kid, I didn't have the balls\nThat's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nRunners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\nBrothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\nJokers be smoking and staying broken\nBitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\nNiggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\nI walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\nMy posse in the Haiti wear the mask\nMy crew in Jamaica wear the mask\nStick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\nSaid\nM to the A to the S to the K\n\nYo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\nYo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\nJokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\nStraight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.58] Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n[00:12.54] One-two, one-two\n[00:14.17] \n[00:22.36] M to the A to the S to the K\n[00:24.80] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n[00:27.87] Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n[00:30.88] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[00:33.71] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n[00:36.57] My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n[00:38.70] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n[00:40.85] Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n[00:43.64] I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n[00:46.95] Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n[00:49.67] Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n[00:52.37] How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n[00:55.14] Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n[00:57.37] Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n[00:58.87] Gettin' high on company time\"\n[01:00.28] Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n[01:03.03] Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n[01:05.63] And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n[01:08.48] You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n[01:11.27] Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n[01:13.93] Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n[01:16.77] Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n[01:19.12] Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n[01:22.16] I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n[01:24.60] Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n[01:27.57] M to the A to the S to the K\n[01:29.94] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[01:33.36] Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n[01:35.97] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[01:38.91] My posse Uptown wear the mask\n[01:41.69] My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n[01:43.93] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n[01:46.22] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[01:49.28] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n[01:51.82] Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n[01:54.43] Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n[01:57.24] Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n[01:59.83] I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n[02:02.39] I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n[02:04.99] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n[02:07.89] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n[02:10.77] Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n[02:13.36] I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n[02:16.33] I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n[02:18.64] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.94] Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n[02:24.52] I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n[02:26.78] Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n[02:29.68] I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n[02:32.31] Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n[02:35.14] Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n[02:38.20] M to the A to the S to the K\n[02:40.48] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[02:43.77] Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n[02:46.37] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[02:49.37] My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n[02:51.93] My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n[02:54.11] Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n[02:56.64] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[02:59.51] 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n[03:02.33] I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n[03:05.14] Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n[03:07.85] I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n[03:10.64] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n[03:13.61] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n[03:15.96] As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n[03:18.58] I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n[03:21.26] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n[03:24.19] Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n[03:26.57] See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n[03:29.45] My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n[03:32.89] Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n[03:35.05] That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n[03:37.70] \n[03:48.52] M to the A to the S to the K\n[03:50.82] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[03:54.19] Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n[03:56.78] Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n[03:59.55] Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n[04:02.36] Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n[04:05.06] Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n[04:07.95] I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n[04:10.70] My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n[04:13.66] My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n[04:15.71] Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n[04:17.97] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n[04:22.13] Said\n[04:22.68] M to the A to the S to the K\n[04:26.36] \n[04:36.52] Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n[04:40.25] Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n[04:43.03] Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n[04:46.61] Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n[04:48.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: The Fugees\n  album: 'Cd1: The Score'\n  duration_ms: 290537\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  start_ms: 4580\n  end_ms: 12540\n- text: One-two, one-two\n  start_ms: 12540\n  end_ms: 14170\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 14170\n  end_ms: 22360\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 22360\n  end_ms: 24800\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 24800\n  end_ms: 27870\n- text: Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  start_ms: 27870\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 33710\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  start_ms: 33710\n  end_ms: 36570\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  start_ms: 36570\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40850\n- text: Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n  start_ms: 40850\n  end_ms: 43640\n- text: I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  start_ms: 43640\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 49670\n- text: Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  start_ms: 49670\n  end_ms: 52370\n- text: How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  start_ms: 52370\n  end_ms: 55140\n- text: Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  start_ms: 55140\n  end_ms: 57370\n- text: Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  start_ms: 57370\n  end_ms: 58870\n- text: Gettin' high on company time\"\n  start_ms: 58870\n  end_ms: 60280\n- text: Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  start_ms: 60280\n  end_ms: 63030\n- text: Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  start_ms: 63030\n  end_ms: 65630\n- text: And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  start_ms: 65630\n  end_ms: 68480\n- text: You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  start_ms: 68480\n  end_ms: 71270\n- text: Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  start_ms: 71270\n  end_ms: 73930\n- text: Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  start_ms: 73930\n  end_ms: 76770\n- text: Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  start_ms: 76770\n  end_ms: 79120\n- text: Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  start_ms: 79120\n  end_ms: 82160\n- text: I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  start_ms: 82160\n  end_ms: 84600\n- text: Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n  start_ms: 84600\n  end_ms: 87570\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 87570\n  end_ms: 89940\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 89940\n  end_ms: 93360\n- text: Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  start_ms: 93360\n  end_ms: 95970\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 95970\n  end_ms: 98910\n- text: My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  start_ms: 98910\n  end_ms: 101690\n- text: My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  start_ms: 101690\n  end_ms: 103930\n- text: Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  start_ms: 103930\n  end_ms: 106220\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 106220\n  end_ms: 109280\n- text: I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  start_ms: 109280\n  end_ms: 111820\n- text: Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  start_ms: 111820\n  end_ms: 114430\n- text: Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  start_ms: 114430\n  end_ms: 117240\n- text: Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  start_ms: 117240\n  end_ms: 119830\n- text: I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 122390\n- text: I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  start_ms: 122390\n  end_ms: 124990\n- text: But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  start_ms: 124990\n  end_ms: 127890\n- text: So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n  start_ms: 127890\n  end_ms: 130770\n- text: Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  start_ms: 130770\n  end_ms: 133360\n- text: I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  start_ms: 133360\n  end_ms: 136330\n- text: I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  start_ms: 136330\n  end_ms: 138640\n- text: He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  start_ms: 138640\n  end_ms: 141940\n- text: Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  start_ms: 141940\n  end_ms: 144520\n- text: I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  start_ms: 144520\n  end_ms: 146780\n- text: Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  start_ms: 146780\n  end_ms: 149680\n- text: I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  start_ms: 149680\n  end_ms: 152310\n- text: Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  start_ms: 152310\n  end_ms: 155140\n- text: Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n  start_ms: 155140\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 160480\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 160480\n  end_ms: 163770\n- text: Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  start_ms: 163770\n  end_ms: 166370\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 166370\n  end_ms: 169370\n- text: My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  start_ms: 169370\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174110\n- text: Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  start_ms: 174110\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 179510\n- text: 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  start_ms: 179510\n  end_ms: 182330\n- text: I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  start_ms: 182330\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 187850\n- text: I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  start_ms: 187850\n  end_ms: 190640\n- text: Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  start_ms: 190640\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 195960\n- text: As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  start_ms: 195960\n  end_ms: 198580\n- text: I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n  start_ms: 198580\n  end_ms: 201260\n- text: He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  start_ms: 201260\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206570\n- text: See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  start_ms: 206570\n  end_ms: 209450\n- text: My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  start_ms: 209450\n  end_ms: 212890\n- text: Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  start_ms: 212890\n  end_ms: 215050\n- text: That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n  start_ms: 215050\n  end_ms: 217700\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217700\n  end_ms: 228520\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 228520\n  end_ms: 230820\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 230820\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 236780\n- text: Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  start_ms: 236780\n  end_ms: 239550\n- text: Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  start_ms: 239550\n  end_ms: 242360\n- text: Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  start_ms: 242360\n  end_ms: 245060\n- text: Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  start_ms: 245060\n  end_ms: 247950\n- text: I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 247950\n  end_ms: 250700\n- text: My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  start_ms: 250700\n  end_ms: 253660\n- text: My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  start_ms: 253660\n  end_ms: 255710\n- text: Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  start_ms: 255710\n  end_ms: 257970\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n  start_ms: 257970\n  end_ms: 262130\n- text: Said\n  start_ms: 262130\n  end_ms: 262680\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 262680\n  end_ms: 266360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 266360\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 280250\n- text: Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  start_ms: 280250\n  end_ms: 283030\n- text: Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  start_ms: 283030\n  end_ms: 286610\n- text: Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n  start_ms: 286610\n  end_ms: 288960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 288960\nplain: |-\n  Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  One-two, one-two\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\n  I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  Gettin' high on company time\"\n\n  Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\n  Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\n  My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\n  Said\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n\n  Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n"},{"id":39051051,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Score [Edited]","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\nOne-two, one-two\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day\nFeds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\nMy crew in the Jersey wears the mask\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\nI used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\nPunching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\nSouping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\nHow would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\nLarge in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\nCome back and tell me who's bagging my fries\nGettin' high on company time\"\n\nHell no, siree, wrong MC\nWhy should I be a spy when you're spying me?\nAnd you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\nYou missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\nPulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\nHired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\nEyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\nI got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\nHad me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\nTaking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\nShook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\nPuttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\nI backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\nI had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\nThen it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\nI haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\nI tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\nI chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\nBusted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\nI kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\nThen his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\nYo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Bronx wear the mask\nMy crew on the Isle wear the mask\nStick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\nI'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\nMe and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\nI stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\nAs I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\nI turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\nDon't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\nSee cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\nMy knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\nNah, kid, I didn't have the balls\nThat's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nRunners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\nBrothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\nJokers be smoking and staying broken\nBitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\nNiggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\nI walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\nMy posse in the Haiti wear the mask\nMy crew in Jamaica wear the mask\nStick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\nSaid\nM to the A to the S to the K\n\nYo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\nYo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\nJokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\nStraight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.58]Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n[00:12.54]One-two, one-two\n[00:14.17]\n[00:22.36]M to the A to the S to the K\n[00:24.80]Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n[00:27.87]Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n[00:30.88]I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[00:33.71]My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n[00:36.57]My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n[00:38.70]Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n[00:40.85]Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n[00:43.64]I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n[00:46.95]Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n[00:49.67]Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n[00:52.37]How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n[00:55.14]Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n[00:57.37]Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n[00:58.87]Gettin' high on company time\"\n[01:00.28]Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n[01:03.03]Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n[01:05.63]And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n[01:08.48]You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n[01:11.27]Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n[01:13.93]Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n[01:16.77]Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n[01:19.12]Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n[01:22.16]I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n[01:24.60]Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n[01:27.57]M to the A to the S to the K\n[01:29.94]Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[01:33.36]Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n[01:35.97]I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[01:38.91]My posse Uptown wear the mask\n[01:41.69]My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n[01:43.93]Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n[01:46.22]Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[01:49.28]I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n[01:51.82]Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n[01:54.43]Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n[01:57.24]Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n[01:59.83]I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n[02:02.39]I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n[02:04.99]But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n[02:07.89]So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n[02:10.77]Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n[02:13.36]I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n[02:16.33]I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n[02:18.64]He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.94]Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n[02:24.52]I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n[02:26.78]Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n[02:29.68]I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n[02:32.31]Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n[02:35.14]Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n[02:38.20]M to the A to the S to the K\n[02:40.48]Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[02:43.77]Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n[02:46.37]I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[02:49.37]My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n[02:51.93]My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n[02:54.11]Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n[02:56.64]Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[02:59.51]3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n[03:02.33]I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n[03:05.14]Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n[03:07.85]I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n[03:10.64]Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n[03:13.61]My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n[03:15.96]As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n[03:18.58]I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n[03:21.26]He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n[03:24.19]Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n[03:26.57]See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n[03:29.45]My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n[03:32.89]Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n[03:35.05]That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n[03:37.70]\n[03:48.52]M to the A to the S to the K\n[03:50.82]Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[03:54.19]Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n[03:56.78]Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n[03:59.55]Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n[04:02.36]Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n[04:05.06]Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n[04:07.95]I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n[04:10.70]My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n[04:13.66]My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n[04:15.71]Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n[04:17.97]Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n[04:22.13]Said\n[04:22.68]M to the A to the S to the K\n[04:26.36]\n[04:36.52]Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n[04:40.25]Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n[04:43.03]Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n[04:46.61]Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n[04:48.96]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: The Fugees\n  album: The Score [Edited]\n  duration_ms: 290457\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  start_ms: 4580\n  end_ms: 12540\n- text: One-two, one-two\n  start_ms: 12540\n  end_ms: 14170\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 14170\n  end_ms: 22360\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 22360\n  end_ms: 24800\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 24800\n  end_ms: 27870\n- text: Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  start_ms: 27870\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 33710\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  start_ms: 33710\n  end_ms: 36570\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  start_ms: 36570\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40850\n- text: Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n  start_ms: 40850\n  end_ms: 43640\n- text: I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  start_ms: 43640\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 49670\n- text: Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  start_ms: 49670\n  end_ms: 52370\n- text: How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  start_ms: 52370\n  end_ms: 55140\n- text: Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  start_ms: 55140\n  end_ms: 57370\n- text: Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  start_ms: 57370\n  end_ms: 58870\n- text: Gettin' high on company time\"\n  start_ms: 58870\n  end_ms: 60280\n- text: Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  start_ms: 60280\n  end_ms: 63030\n- text: Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  start_ms: 63030\n  end_ms: 65630\n- text: And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  start_ms: 65630\n  end_ms: 68480\n- text: You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  start_ms: 68480\n  end_ms: 71270\n- text: Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  start_ms: 71270\n  end_ms: 73930\n- text: Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  start_ms: 73930\n  end_ms: 76770\n- text: Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  start_ms: 76770\n  end_ms: 79120\n- text: Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  start_ms: 79120\n  end_ms: 82160\n- text: I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  start_ms: 82160\n  end_ms: 84600\n- text: Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n  start_ms: 84600\n  end_ms: 87570\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 87570\n  end_ms: 89940\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 89940\n  end_ms: 93360\n- text: Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  start_ms: 93360\n  end_ms: 95970\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 95970\n  end_ms: 98910\n- text: My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  start_ms: 98910\n  end_ms: 101690\n- text: My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  start_ms: 101690\n  end_ms: 103930\n- text: Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  start_ms: 103930\n  end_ms: 106220\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 106220\n  end_ms: 109280\n- text: I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  start_ms: 109280\n  end_ms: 111820\n- text: Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  start_ms: 111820\n  end_ms: 114430\n- text: Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  start_ms: 114430\n  end_ms: 117240\n- text: Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  start_ms: 117240\n  end_ms: 119830\n- text: I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 122390\n- text: I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  start_ms: 122390\n  end_ms: 124990\n- text: But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  start_ms: 124990\n  end_ms: 127890\n- text: So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n  start_ms: 127890\n  end_ms: 130770\n- text: Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  start_ms: 130770\n  end_ms: 133360\n- text: I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  start_ms: 133360\n  end_ms: 136330\n- text: I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  start_ms: 136330\n  end_ms: 138640\n- text: He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  start_ms: 138640\n  end_ms: 141940\n- text: Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  start_ms: 141940\n  end_ms: 144520\n- text: I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  start_ms: 144520\n  end_ms: 146780\n- text: Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  start_ms: 146780\n  end_ms: 149680\n- text: I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  start_ms: 149680\n  end_ms: 152310\n- text: Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  start_ms: 152310\n  end_ms: 155140\n- text: Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n  start_ms: 155140\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 160480\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 160480\n  end_ms: 163770\n- text: Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  start_ms: 163770\n  end_ms: 166370\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 166370\n  end_ms: 169370\n- text: My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  start_ms: 169370\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174110\n- text: Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  start_ms: 174110\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 179510\n- text: 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  start_ms: 179510\n  end_ms: 182330\n- text: I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  start_ms: 182330\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 187850\n- text: I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  start_ms: 187850\n  end_ms: 190640\n- text: Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  start_ms: 190640\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 195960\n- text: As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  start_ms: 195960\n  end_ms: 198580\n- text: I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n  start_ms: 198580\n  end_ms: 201260\n- text: He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  start_ms: 201260\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206570\n- text: See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  start_ms: 206570\n  end_ms: 209450\n- text: My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  start_ms: 209450\n  end_ms: 212890\n- text: Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  start_ms: 212890\n  end_ms: 215050\n- text: That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n  start_ms: 215050\n  end_ms: 217700\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217700\n  end_ms: 228520\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 228520\n  end_ms: 230820\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 230820\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 236780\n- text: Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  start_ms: 236780\n  end_ms: 239550\n- text: Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  start_ms: 239550\n  end_ms: 242360\n- text: Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  start_ms: 242360\n  end_ms: 245060\n- text: Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  start_ms: 245060\n  end_ms: 247950\n- text: I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 247950\n  end_ms: 250700\n- text: My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  start_ms: 250700\n  end_ms: 253660\n- text: My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  start_ms: 253660\n  end_ms: 255710\n- text: Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  start_ms: 255710\n  end_ms: 257970\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n  start_ms: 257970\n  end_ms: 262130\n- text: Said\n  start_ms: 262130\n  end_ms: 262680\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 262680\n  end_ms: 266360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 266360\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 280250\n- text: Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  start_ms: 280250\n  end_ms: 283030\n- text: Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  start_ms: 283030\n  end_ms: 286610\n- text: Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n  start_ms: 286610\n  end_ms: 288960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 288960\nplain: |-\n  Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  One-two, one-two\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\n  I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  Gettin' high on company time\"\n\n  Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\n  Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\n  My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\n  Said\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n\n  Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n"},{"id":423618,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\nFeds be hawkin me\nJokers be stalking me,\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\nYeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n\nI used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\nPunching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\nSoupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n\"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n\"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\nCome back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\nGetting high on company time.\"\nHell no sirree, wrong M.C.\nWhy should I be a spy, when you spying me,\nAnd you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\nYa missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\nHold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\nHired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\nEyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\nI got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\nHave me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\nTaking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\nShook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\nPutting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\nI backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\nI had to put him in his place,\nThis kids invading my space,\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\nThen it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\nI haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\nI tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\nI chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\nHe's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\nProbably some intellectual.\n\nI kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\nThen his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\nYo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\nI'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\nMe and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\nI stepped out the note to post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\nAs I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\nI turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\nDon't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\nSee cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\nMy knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\nWell did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\nThat's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.86] Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n[00:22.37] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n[00:25.99] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n[00:27.88] Feds be hawkin me\n[00:29.62] Jokers be stalking me,\n[00:31.02] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n[00:33.48] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n[00:35.58] My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n[00:39.21] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n[00:41.10] Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n[00:43.96] I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\n[00:46.73] Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n[00:49.66] Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n[00:52.32] \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n[00:55.15] \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n[00:56.15] Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n[00:58.88] Getting high on company time.\"\n[01:00.77] Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n[01:04.56] Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n[01:06.37] And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n[01:10.06] Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n[01:12.82] Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n[01:13.81] Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n[01:16.55] Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n[01:19.34] Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n[01:22.08] I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n[01:24.85] Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n[01:27.59] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[01:32.22] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[01:33.18] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[01:36.93] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[01:38.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[01:41.65] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[01:45.33] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[01:48.17] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[01:49.17] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n[01:52.35] Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n[01:55.96] Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n[01:57.86] Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n[01:59.65] I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n[02:02.46] I had to put him in his place,\n[02:04.22] This kids invading my space,\n[02:07.09] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n[02:09.83] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n[02:10.75] Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n[02:14.44] I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n[02:17.18] I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n[02:19.93] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.72] Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n[02:25.44] I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n[02:27.20] He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n[02:29.08] Probably some intellectual.\n[02:29.97] I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n[02:32.72] Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n[02:35.53] Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n[02:38.22] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[02:41.91] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[02:42.90] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[02:46.01] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[02:48.83] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[02:51.57] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[02:54.35] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[02:57.12] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[02:59.82] 3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n[03:03.58] I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n[03:05.39] Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n[03:08.10] I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n[03:10.83] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n[03:13.76] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n[03:16.56] As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n[03:18.39] I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n[03:21.32] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n[03:25.98] Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n[03:26.88] See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n[03:29.66] My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n[03:32.43] Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n[03:35.23] That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n[03:48.54] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[03:51.37] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[04:08.95] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[04:10.89] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[04:11.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[04:13.63] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[04:15.46] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[04:18.20] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[04:21.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Score\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n  start_ms: 4860\n  end_ms: 22370\n- text: (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n  start_ms: 22370\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 27880\n- text: Feds be hawkin me\n  start_ms: 27880\n  end_ms: 29620\n- text: Jokers be stalking me,\n  start_ms: 29620\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 35580\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 35580\n  end_ms: 39210\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 39210\n  end_ms: 41100\n- text: Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n  start_ms: 41100\n  end_ms: 43960\n- text: I used to work at Burger King. 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Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n  That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n"},{"id":30689165,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\nFeds be hawkin me\nJokers be stalking me,\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\nYeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n\nI used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\nPunching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\nSoupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n\"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n\"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\nCome back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\nGetting high on company time.\"\nHell no sirree, wrong M.C.\nWhy should I be a spy, when you spying me,\nAnd you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\nYa missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\nHold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\nHired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\nEyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\nI got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\nHave me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\nTaking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\nShook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\nPutting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\nI backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\nI had to put him in his place,\nThis kids invading my space,\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\nThen it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\nI haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\nI tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\nI chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\nHe's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\nProbably some intellectual.\n\nI kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\nThen his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\nYo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\nI'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\nMe and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\nI stepped out the note to post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\nAs I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\nI turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\nDon't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\nSee cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\nMy knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\nWell did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\nThat's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.86] Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n[00:22.37] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n[00:25.99] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n[00:27.88] Feds be hawkin me\n[00:29.62] Jokers be stalking me,\n[00:31.02] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n[00:33.48] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n[00:35.58] My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n[00:39.21] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n[00:41.10] Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n[00:43.96] I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\n[00:46.73] Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n[00:49.66] Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n[00:52.32] \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n[00:55.15] \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n[00:56.15] Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n[00:58.88] Getting high on company time.\"\n[01:00.77] Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n[01:04.56] Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n[01:06.37] And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n[01:10.06] Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n[01:12.82] Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n[01:13.81] Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n[01:16.55] Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n[01:19.34] Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n[01:22.08] I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n[01:24.85] Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n[01:27.59] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[01:32.22] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[01:33.18] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[01:36.93] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[01:38.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[01:41.65] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[01:45.33] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[01:48.17] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[01:49.17] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n[01:52.35] Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n[01:55.96] Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n[01:57.86] Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n[01:59.65] I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n[02:02.46] I had to put him in his place,\n[02:04.22] This kids invading my space,\n[02:07.09] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n[02:09.83] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n[02:10.75] Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n[02:14.44] I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n[02:17.18] I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n[02:19.93] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.72] Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n[02:25.44] I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n[02:27.20] He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n[02:29.08] Probably some intellectual.\n[02:29.97] I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n[02:32.72] Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n[02:35.53] Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n[02:38.22] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[02:41.91] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[02:42.90] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[02:46.01] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[02:48.83] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[02:51.57] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[02:54.35] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[02:57.12] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[02:59.82] 3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n[03:03.58] I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n[03:05.39] Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n[03:08.10] I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n[03:10.83] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n[03:13.76] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n[03:16.56] As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n[03:18.39] I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n[03:21.32] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n[03:25.98] Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n[03:26.88] See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n[03:29.66] My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n[03:32.43] Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n[03:35.23] That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n[03:48.54] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[03:51.37] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[04:08.95] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[04:10.89] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[04:11.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[04:13.63] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[04:15.46] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[04:18.20] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[04:21.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Score\n  duration_ms: 295000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n  start_ms: 4860\n  end_ms: 22370\n- text: (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n  start_ms: 22370\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 27880\n- text: Feds be hawkin me\n  start_ms: 27880\n  end_ms: 29620\n- text: Jokers be stalking me,\n  start_ms: 29620\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 35580\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 35580\n  end_ms: 39210\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 39210\n  end_ms: 41100\n- text: Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n  start_ms: 41100\n  end_ms: 43960\n- text: I used to work at Burger King. 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Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n  That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n"},{"id":19614125,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":276.985,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\nFeds be hawkin me\nJokers be stalking me,\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\nYeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n\nI used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\nPunching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\nSoupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n\"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n\"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\nCome back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\nGetting high on company time.\"\nHell no sirree, wrong M.C.\nWhy should I be a spy, when you spying me,\nAnd you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\nYa missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\nHold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\nHired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\nEyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\nI got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\nHave me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\nTaking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\nShook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\nPutting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\nI backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\nI had to put him in his place,\nThis kids invading my space,\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\nThen it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\nI haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\nI tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\nI chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\nHe's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\nProbably some intellectual.\n\nI kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\nThen his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\nYo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\nI'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\nMe and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\nI stepped out the note to post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\nAs I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\nI turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\nDon't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\nSee cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\nMy knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\nWell did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\nThat's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.86] Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n[00:22.37] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n[00:25.99] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n[00:27.88] Feds be hawkin me\n[00:29.62] Jokers be stalking me,\n[00:31.02] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n[00:33.48] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n[00:35.58] My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n[00:39.21] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n[00:41.10] Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n[00:43.96] I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\n[00:46.73] Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n[00:49.66] Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n[00:52.32] \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n[00:55.15] \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n[00:56.15] Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n[00:58.88] Getting high on company time.\"\n[01:00.77] Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n[01:04.56] Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n[01:06.37] And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n[01:10.06] Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n[01:12.82] Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n[01:13.81] Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n[01:16.55] Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n[01:19.34] Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n[01:22.08] I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n[01:24.85] Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n[01:27.59] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[01:32.22] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[01:33.18] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[01:36.93] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[01:38.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[01:41.65] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[01:45.33] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[01:48.17] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[01:49.17] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n[01:52.35] Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n[01:55.96] Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n[01:57.86] Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n[01:59.65] I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n[02:02.46] I had to put him in his place,\n[02:04.22] This kids invading my space,\n[02:07.09] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n[02:09.83] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n[02:10.75] Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n[02:14.44] I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n[02:17.18] I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n[02:19.93] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.72] Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n[02:25.44] I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n[02:27.20] He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n[02:29.08] Probably some intellectual.\n[02:29.97] I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n[02:32.72] Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n[02:35.53] Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n[02:38.22] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[02:41.91] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[02:42.90] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[02:46.01] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[02:48.83] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[02:51.57] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[02:54.35] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[02:57.12] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[02:59.82] 3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n[03:03.58] I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n[03:05.39] Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n[03:08.10] I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n[03:10.83] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n[03:13.76] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n[03:16.56] As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n[03:18.39] I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n[03:21.32] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n[03:25.98] Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n[03:26.88] See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n[03:29.66] My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n[03:32.43] Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n[03:35.23] That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n[03:48.54] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[03:51.37] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[04:08.95] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[04:10.89] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[04:11.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[04:13.63] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[04:15.46] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[04:18.20] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[04:21.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Score\n  duration_ms: 276985\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n  start_ms: 4860\n  end_ms: 22370\n- text: (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n  start_ms: 22370\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 27880\n- text: Feds be hawkin me\n  start_ms: 27880\n  end_ms: 29620\n- text: Jokers be stalking me,\n  start_ms: 29620\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 35580\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 35580\n  end_ms: 39210\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 39210\n  end_ms: 41100\n- text: Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n  start_ms: 41100\n  end_ms: 43960\n- text: I used to work at Burger King. 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Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n  That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n"},{"id":17571225,"name":"Mask, The","trackName":"Mask, The","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Score, The","duration":290.590094,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\nOne-two, one-two\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day\nFeds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\nMy crew in the Jersey wears the mask\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\nI used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\nPunching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\nSouping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\nHow would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\nLarge in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\nCome back and tell me who's bagging my fries\nGettin' high on company time\"\n\nHell no, siree, wrong MC\nWhy should I be a spy when you're spying me?\nAnd you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\nYou missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\nPulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\nHired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\nEyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\nI got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\nHad me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\nTaking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\nShook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\nPuttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\nI backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\nI had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\nThen it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\nI haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\nI tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\nI chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\nBusted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\nI kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\nThen his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\nYo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Bronx wear the mask\nMy crew on the Isle wear the mask\nStick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\nI'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\nMe and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\nI stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\nAs I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\nI turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\nDon't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\nSee cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\nMy knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\nNah, kid, I didn't have the balls\nThat's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nRunners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\nBrothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\nJokers be smoking and staying broken\nBitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\nNiggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\nI walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\nMy posse in the Haiti wear the mask\nMy crew in Jamaica wear the mask\nStick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\nSaid\nM to the A to the S to the K\n\nYo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\nYo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\nJokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\nStraight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.58] Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n[00:12.54] One-two, one-two\n[00:14.17] \n[00:22.36] M to the A to the S to the K\n[00:24.80] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n[00:27.87] Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n[00:30.88] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[00:33.71] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n[00:36.57] My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n[00:38.70] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n[00:40.85] Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n[00:43.64] I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n[00:46.95] Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n[00:49.67] Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n[00:52.37] How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n[00:55.14] Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n[00:57.37] Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n[00:58.87] Gettin' high on company time\"\n[01:00.28] Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n[01:03.03] Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n[01:05.63] And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n[01:08.48] You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n[01:11.27] Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n[01:13.93] Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n[01:16.77] Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n[01:19.12] Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n[01:22.16] I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n[01:24.60] Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n[01:27.57] M to the A to the S to the K\n[01:29.94] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[01:33.36] Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n[01:35.97] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[01:38.91] My posse Uptown wear the mask\n[01:41.69] My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n[01:43.93] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n[01:46.22] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[01:49.28] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n[01:51.82] Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n[01:54.43] Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n[01:57.24] Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n[01:59.83] I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n[02:02.39] I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n[02:04.99] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n[02:07.89] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n[02:10.77] Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n[02:13.36] I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n[02:16.33] I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n[02:18.64] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.94] Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n[02:24.52] I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n[02:26.78] Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n[02:29.68] I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n[02:32.31] Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n[02:35.14] Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n[02:38.20] M to the A to the S to the K\n[02:40.48] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[02:43.77] Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n[02:46.37] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[02:49.37] My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n[02:51.93] My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n[02:54.11] Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n[02:56.64] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[02:59.51] 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n[03:02.33] I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n[03:05.14] Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n[03:07.85] I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n[03:10.64] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n[03:13.61] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n[03:15.96] As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n[03:18.58] I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n[03:21.26] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n[03:24.19] Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n[03:26.57] See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n[03:29.45] My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n[03:32.89] Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n[03:35.05] That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n[03:37.70] \n[03:48.52] M to the A to the S to the K\n[03:50.82] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[03:54.19] Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n[03:56.78] Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n[03:59.55] Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n[04:02.36] Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n[04:05.06] Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n[04:07.95] I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n[04:10.70] My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n[04:13.66] My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n[04:15.71] Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n[04:17.97] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n[04:22.13] Said\n[04:22.68] M to the A to the S to the K\n[04:26.36] \n[04:36.52] Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n[04:40.25] Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n[04:43.03] Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n[04:46.61] Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n[04:48.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mask, The\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Score, The\n  duration_ms: 290590\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask? 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Probably some intellectual\"\n  start_ms: 146780\n  end_ms: 149680\n- text: I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  start_ms: 149680\n  end_ms: 152310\n- text: Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  start_ms: 152310\n  end_ms: 155140\n- text: Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n  start_ms: 155140\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 160480\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 160480\n  end_ms: 163770\n- text: Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  start_ms: 163770\n  end_ms: 166370\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 166370\n  end_ms: 169370\n- text: My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  start_ms: 169370\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174110\n- text: Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  start_ms: 174110\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 179510\n- text: 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  start_ms: 179510\n  end_ms: 182330\n- text: I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  start_ms: 182330\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 187850\n- text: I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  start_ms: 187850\n  end_ms: 190640\n- text: Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  start_ms: 190640\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 195960\n- text: As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  start_ms: 195960\n  end_ms: 198580\n- text: I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n  start_ms: 198580\n  end_ms: 201260\n- text: He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  start_ms: 201260\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206570\n- text: See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  start_ms: 206570\n  end_ms: 209450\n- text: My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  start_ms: 209450\n  end_ms: 212890\n- text: Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  start_ms: 212890\n  end_ms: 215050\n- text: That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n  start_ms: 215050\n  end_ms: 217700\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217700\n  end_ms: 228520\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 228520\n  end_ms: 230820\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 230820\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 236780\n- text: Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  start_ms: 236780\n  end_ms: 239550\n- text: Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  start_ms: 239550\n  end_ms: 242360\n- text: Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  start_ms: 242360\n  end_ms: 245060\n- text: Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  start_ms: 245060\n  end_ms: 247950\n- text: I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 247950\n  end_ms: 250700\n- text: My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  start_ms: 250700\n  end_ms: 253660\n- text: My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  start_ms: 253660\n  end_ms: 255710\n- text: Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  start_ms: 255710\n  end_ms: 257970\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n  start_ms: 257970\n  end_ms: 262130\n- text: Said\n  start_ms: 262130\n  end_ms: 262680\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 262680\n  end_ms: 266360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 266360\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 280250\n- text: Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  start_ms: 280250\n  end_ms: 283030\n- text: Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  start_ms: 283030\n  end_ms: 286610\n- text: Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n  start_ms: 286610\n  end_ms: 288960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 288960\nplain: |-\n  Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  One-two, one-two\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\n  I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  Gettin' high on company time\"\n\n  Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\n  Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\n  My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\n  Said\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n\n  Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n"},{"id":20367309,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":589.2179589,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\nFeds be hawkin me\nJokers be stalking me,\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\nYeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n\nI used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\nPunching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\nSoupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n\"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n\"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\nCome back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\nGetting high on company time.\"\nHell no sirree, wrong M.C.\nWhy should I be a spy, when you spying me,\nAnd you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\nYa missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\nHold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\nHired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\nEyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\nI got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\nHave me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\nTaking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\nShook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\nPutting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\nI backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\nI had to put him in his place,\nThis kids invading my space,\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\nThen it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\nI haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\nI tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\nI chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\nHe's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\nProbably some intellectual.\n\nI kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\nThen his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\nYo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\nI'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\nMe and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\nI stepped out the note to post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\nAs I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\nI turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\nDon't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\nSee cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\nMy knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\nWell did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\nThat's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.86] Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n[00:22.37] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n[00:25.99] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n[00:27.88] Feds be hawkin me\n[00:29.62] Jokers be stalking me,\n[00:31.02] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n[00:33.48] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n[00:35.58] My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n[00:39.21] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n[00:41.10] Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n[00:43.96] I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\n[00:46.73] Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n[00:49.66] Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n[00:52.32] \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n[00:55.15] \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n[00:56.15] Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n[00:58.88] Getting high on company time.\"\n[01:00.77] Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n[01:04.56] Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n[01:06.37] And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n[01:10.06] Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n[01:12.82] Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n[01:13.81] Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n[01:16.55] Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n[01:19.34] Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n[01:22.08] I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n[01:24.85] Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n[01:27.59] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[01:32.22] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[01:33.18] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[01:36.93] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[01:38.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[01:41.65] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[01:45.33] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[01:48.17] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[01:49.17] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n[01:52.35] Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n[01:55.96] Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n[01:57.86] Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n[01:59.65] I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n[02:02.46] I had to put him in his place,\n[02:04.22] This kids invading my space,\n[02:07.09] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n[02:09.83] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n[02:10.75] Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n[02:14.44] I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n[02:17.18] I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n[02:19.93] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.72] Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n[02:25.44] I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n[02:27.20] He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n[02:29.08] Probably some intellectual.\n[02:29.97] I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n[02:32.72] Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n[02:35.53] Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n[02:38.22] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[02:41.91] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[02:42.90] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[02:46.01] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[02:48.83] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[02:51.57] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[02:54.35] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[02:57.12] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[02:59.82] 3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n[03:03.58] I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n[03:05.39] Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n[03:08.10] I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n[03:10.83] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n[03:13.76] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n[03:16.56] As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n[03:18.39] I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n[03:21.32] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n[03:25.98] Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n[03:26.88] See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n[03:29.66] My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n[03:32.43] Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n[03:35.23] That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n[03:48.54] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[03:51.37] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[04:08.95] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[04:10.89] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[04:11.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[04:13.63] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[04:15.46] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[04:18.20] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[04:21.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Score\n  duration_ms: 589218\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n  start_ms: 4860\n  end_ms: 22370\n- text: (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n  start_ms: 22370\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 27880\n- text: Feds be hawkin me\n  start_ms: 27880\n  end_ms: 29620\n- text: Jokers be stalking me,\n  start_ms: 29620\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 35580\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 35580\n  end_ms: 39210\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 39210\n  end_ms: 41100\n- text: Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n  start_ms: 41100\n  end_ms: 43960\n- text: I used to work at Burger King. 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A king taking orders.\n  Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n  Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n  \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n  \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n  Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n  Getting high on company time.\"\n  Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n  Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n  And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n  Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n  Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n  Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n  Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n  I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\n  Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n  Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n  Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n  Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n  I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n  I had to put him in his place,\n  This kids invading my space,\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n  Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n  I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n  I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n  I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n  He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n  Probably some intellectual.\n\n  I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n  Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n  Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n  I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n  Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n  I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n  As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n  I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\n  Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n  See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n  My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n  Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n  That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n"},{"id":22154805,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":292.6626,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\nFeds be hawkin me\nJokers be stalking me,\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\nYeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n\nI used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\nPunching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\nSoupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n\"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n\"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\nCome back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\nGetting high on company time.\"\nHell no sirree, wrong M.C.\nWhy should I be a spy, when you spying me,\nAnd you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\nYa missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\nHold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\nHired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\nEyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\nI got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\nHave me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\nTaking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\nShook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\nPutting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\nI backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\nI had to put him in his place,\nThis kids invading my space,\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\nThen it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\nI haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\nI tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\nI chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\nHe's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\nProbably some intellectual.\n\nI kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\nThen his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\nYo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\nI'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\nMe and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\nI stepped out the note to post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\nAs I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\nI turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\nDon't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\nSee cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\nMy knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\nWell did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\nThat's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.86] Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n[00:22.37] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n[00:25.99] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n[00:27.88] Feds be hawkin me\n[00:29.62] Jokers be stalking me,\n[00:31.02] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n[00:33.48] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n[00:35.58] My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n[00:39.21] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n[00:41.10] Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n[00:43.96] I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\n[00:46.73] Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n[00:49.66] Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n[00:52.32] \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n[00:55.15] \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n[00:56.15] Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n[00:58.88] Getting high on company time.\"\n[01:00.77] Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n[01:04.56] Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n[01:06.37] And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n[01:10.06] Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n[01:12.82] Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n[01:13.81] Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n[01:16.55] Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n[01:19.34] Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n[01:22.08] I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n[01:24.85] Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n[01:27.59] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[01:32.22] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[01:33.18] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[01:36.93] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[01:38.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[01:41.65] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[01:45.33] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[01:48.17] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[01:49.17] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n[01:52.35] Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n[01:55.96] Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n[01:57.86] Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n[01:59.65] I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n[02:02.46] I had to put him in his place,\n[02:04.22] This kids invading my space,\n[02:07.09] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n[02:09.83] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n[02:10.75] Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n[02:14.44] I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n[02:17.18] I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n[02:19.93] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.72] Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n[02:25.44] I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n[02:27.20] He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n[02:29.08] Probably some intellectual.\n[02:29.97] I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n[02:32.72] Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n[02:35.53] Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n[02:38.22] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[02:41.91] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[02:42.90] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[02:46.01] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[02:48.83] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[02:51.57] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[02:54.35] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[02:57.12] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[02:59.82] 3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n[03:03.58] I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n[03:05.39] Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n[03:08.10] I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n[03:10.83] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n[03:13.76] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n[03:16.56] As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n[03:18.39] I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n[03:21.32] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n[03:25.98] Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n[03:26.88] See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n[03:29.66] My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n[03:32.43] Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n[03:35.23] That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n[03:48.54] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[03:51.37] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[04:08.95] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[04:10.89] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[04:11.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[04:13.63] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[04:15.46] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[04:18.20] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[04:21.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Score\n  duration_ms: 292663\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n  start_ms: 4860\n  end_ms: 22370\n- text: (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n  start_ms: 22370\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 27880\n- text: Feds be hawkin me\n  start_ms: 27880\n  end_ms: 29620\n- text: Jokers be stalking me,\n  start_ms: 29620\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 35580\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 35580\n  end_ms: 39210\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 39210\n  end_ms: 41100\n- text: Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n  start_ms: 41100\n  end_ms: 43960\n- text: I used to work at Burger King. 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A king taking orders.\n  Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n  Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n  \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n  \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n  Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n  Getting high on company time.\"\n  Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n  Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n  And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n  Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n  Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n  Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n  Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n  I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\n  Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n  Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n  Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n  Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n  I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n  I had to put him in his place,\n  This kids invading my space,\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n  Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n  I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n  I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n  I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n  He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n  Probably some intellectual.\n\n  I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n  Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n  Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n  I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n  Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n  I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n  As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n  I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\n  Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n  See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n  My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n  Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n  That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n"},{"id":36747660,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\nFeds be hawkin me\nJokers be stalking me,\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\nYeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n\nI used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\nPunching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\nSoupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n\"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n\"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\nCome back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\nGetting high on company time.\"\nHell no sirree, wrong M.C.\nWhy should I be a spy, when you spying me,\nAnd you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\nYa missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\nHold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\nHired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\nEyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\nI got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\nHave me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\nTaking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\nShook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\nPutting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\nI backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\nI had to put him in his place,\nThis kids invading my space,\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\nThen it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\nI haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\nI tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\nI chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\nHe's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\nProbably some intellectual.\n\nI kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\nThen his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\nYo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\nI'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\nMe and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\nI stepped out the note to post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\nAs I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\nI turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\nDon't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\nSee cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\nMy knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\nWell did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\nThat's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.86] Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n[00:22.37] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n[00:25.99] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n[00:27.88] Feds be hawkin me\n[00:29.62] Jokers be stalking me,\n[00:31.02] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n[00:33.48] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n[00:35.58] My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n[00:39.21] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n[00:41.10] Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n[00:43.96] I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\n[00:46.73] Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n[00:49.66] Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n[00:52.32] \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n[00:55.15] \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n[00:56.15] Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n[00:58.88] Getting high on company time.\"\n[01:00.77] Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n[01:04.56] Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n[01:06.37] And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n[01:10.06] Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n[01:12.82] Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n[01:13.81] Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n[01:16.55] Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n[01:19.34] Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n[01:22.08] I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n[01:24.85] Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n[01:27.59] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[01:32.22] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[01:33.18] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[01:36.93] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[01:38.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[01:41.65] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[01:45.33] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[01:48.17] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[01:49.17] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n[01:52.35] Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n[01:55.96] Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n[01:57.86] Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n[01:59.65] I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n[02:02.46] I had to put him in his place,\n[02:04.22] This kids invading my space,\n[02:07.09] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n[02:09.83] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n[02:10.75] Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n[02:14.44] I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n[02:17.18] I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n[02:19.93] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.72] Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n[02:25.44] I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n[02:27.20] He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n[02:29.08] Probably some intellectual.\n[02:29.97] I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n[02:32.72] Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n[02:35.53] Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n[02:38.22] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[02:41.91] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[02:42.90] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[02:46.01] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[02:48.83] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[02:51.57] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[02:54.35] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[02:57.12] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[02:59.82] 3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n[03:03.58] I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n[03:05.39] Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n[03:08.10] I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n[03:10.83] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n[03:13.76] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n[03:16.56] As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n[03:18.39] I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n[03:21.32] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n[03:25.98] Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n[03:26.88] See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n[03:29.66] My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n[03:32.43] Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n[03:35.23] That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n[03:48.54] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[03:51.37] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[04:08.95] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[04:10.89] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[04:11.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[04:13.63] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[04:15.46] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[04:18.20] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[04:21.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Score\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n  start_ms: 4860\n  end_ms: 22370\n- text: (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n  start_ms: 22370\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 27880\n- text: Feds be hawkin me\n  start_ms: 27880\n  end_ms: 29620\n- text: Jokers be stalking me,\n  start_ms: 29620\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 35580\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 35580\n  end_ms: 39210\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 39210\n  end_ms: 41100\n- text: Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n  start_ms: 41100\n  end_ms: 43960\n- text: I used to work at Burger King. 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A king taking orders.\n  Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n  Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n  \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n  \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n  Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n  Getting high on company time.\"\n  Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n  Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n  And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n  Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n  Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n  Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n  Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n  I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\n  Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n  Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n  Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n  Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n  I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n  I had to put him in his place,\n  This kids invading my space,\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n  Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n  I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n  I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n  I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n  He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n  Probably some intellectual.\n\n  I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n  Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n  Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n  I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n  Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n  I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n  As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n  I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\n  Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n  See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n  My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n  Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n  That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n"},{"id":26855871,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":232.1142,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\nFeds be hawkin me\nJokers be stalking me,\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\nYeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n\nI used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\nPunching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\nSoupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n\"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n\"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\nCome back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\nGetting high on company time.\"\nHell no sirree, wrong M.C.\nWhy should I be a spy, when you spying me,\nAnd you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\nYa missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\nHold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\nHired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\nEyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\nI got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\nHave me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\nTaking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\nShook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\nPutting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\nI backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\nI had to put him in his place,\nThis kids invading my space,\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\nThen it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\nI haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\nI tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\nI chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\nHe's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\nProbably some intellectual.\n\nI kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\nThen his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\nYo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\nI'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\nMe and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\nI stepped out the note to post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\nAs I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\nI turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\nDon't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\nSee cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\nMy knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\nWell did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\nThat's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.86] Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n[00:22.37] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n[00:25.99] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n[00:27.88] Feds be hawkin me\n[00:29.62] Jokers be stalking me,\n[00:31.02] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n[00:33.48] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n[00:35.58] My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n[00:39.21] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n[00:41.10] Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n[00:43.96] I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\n[00:46.73] Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n[00:49.66] Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n[00:52.32] \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n[00:55.15] \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n[00:56.15] Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n[00:58.88] Getting high on company time.\"\n[01:00.77] Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n[01:04.56] Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n[01:06.37] And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n[01:10.06] Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n[01:12.82] Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n[01:13.81] Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n[01:16.55] Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n[01:19.34] Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n[01:22.08] I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n[01:24.85] Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n[01:27.59] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[01:32.22] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[01:33.18] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[01:36.93] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[01:38.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[01:41.65] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[01:45.33] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[01:48.17] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[01:49.17] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n[01:52.35] Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n[01:55.96] Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n[01:57.86] Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n[01:59.65] I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n[02:02.46] I had to put him in his place,\n[02:04.22] This kids invading my space,\n[02:07.09] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n[02:09.83] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n[02:10.75] Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n[02:14.44] I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n[02:17.18] I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n[02:19.93] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.72] Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n[02:25.44] I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n[02:27.20] He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n[02:29.08] Probably some intellectual.\n[02:29.97] I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n[02:32.72] Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n[02:35.53] Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n[02:38.22] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[02:41.91] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[02:42.90] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[02:46.01] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[02:48.83] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[02:51.57] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[02:54.35] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[02:57.12] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[02:59.82] 3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n[03:03.58] I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n[03:05.39] Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n[03:08.10] I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n[03:10.83] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n[03:13.76] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n[03:16.56] As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n[03:18.39] I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n[03:21.32] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n[03:25.98] Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n[03:26.88] See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n[03:29.66] My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n[03:32.43] Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n[03:35.23] That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n[03:48.54] (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[03:51.37] Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[04:08.95] Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[04:10.89] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[04:11.78] My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[04:13.63] My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[04:15.46] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[04:18.20] Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[04:21.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Score\n  duration_ms: 232114\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n  start_ms: 4860\n  end_ms: 22370\n- text: (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n  start_ms: 22370\n  end_ms: 25990\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n  start_ms: 25990\n  end_ms: 27880\n- text: Feds be hawkin me\n  start_ms: 27880\n  end_ms: 29620\n- text: Jokers be stalking me,\n  start_ms: 29620\n  end_ms: 31020\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n  start_ms: 31020\n  end_ms: 33480\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 33480\n  end_ms: 35580\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 35580\n  end_ms: 39210\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n  start_ms: 39210\n  end_ms: 41100\n- text: Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n  start_ms: 41100\n  end_ms: 43960\n- text: I used to work at Burger King. 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A king taking orders.\n  Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n  Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n  \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n  \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n  Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n  Getting high on company time.\"\n  Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n  Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n  And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n  Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n  Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n  Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n  Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n  I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\n  Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n  Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n  Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n  Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n  I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n  I had to put him in his place,\n  This kids invading my space,\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n  Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n  I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n  I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n  I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n  He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n  Probably some intellectual.\n\n  I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n  Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n  Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n  I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n  Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n  I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n  As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n  I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\n  Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n  See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n  My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n  Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n  That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n"},{"id":37799513,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\nFeds be hawkin me\nJokers be stalking me,\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\nYeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n\nI used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\nPunching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\nSoupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n\"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n\"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\nCome back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\nGetting high on company time.\"\nHell no sirree, wrong M.C.\nWhy should I be a spy, when you spying me,\nAnd you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\nYa missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\nHold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\nHired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\nEyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\nI got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\nHave me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\nTaking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\nShook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\nPutting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\nI backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\nI had to put him in his place,\nThis kids invading my space,\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\nThen it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\nI haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\nI tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\nI chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\nHe's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\nProbably some intellectual.\n\nI kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\nThen his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\nYo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\nI'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\nMe and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\nI stepped out the note to post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\nAs I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\nI turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\nDon't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\nSee cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\nMy knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\nWell did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\nThat's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.86]Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n[00:22.37](M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n[00:25.99]Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n[00:27.88]Feds be hawkin me\n[00:29.62]Jokers be stalking me,\n[00:31.02]I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n[00:33.48]My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n[00:35.58]My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n[00:39.21]Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n[00:41.10]Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n[00:43.96]I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\n[00:46.73]Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n[00:49.66]Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n[00:52.32]\"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n[00:55.15]\"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n[00:56.15]Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n[00:58.88]Getting high on company time.\"\n[01:00.77]Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n[01:04.56]Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n[01:06.37]And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n[01:10.06]Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n[01:12.82]Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n[01:13.81]Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n[01:16.55]Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n[01:19.34]Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n[01:22.08]I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n[01:24.85]Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n[01:27.59](M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[01:32.22]Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[01:33.18]Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[01:36.93]I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[01:38.78]My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[01:41.65]My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[01:45.33]Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[01:48.17]Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[01:49.17]I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n[01:52.35]Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n[01:55.96]Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n[01:57.86]Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n[01:59.65]I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n[02:02.46]I had to put him in his place,\n[02:04.22]This kids invading my space,\n[02:07.09]But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n[02:09.83]So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n[02:10.75]Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n[02:14.44]I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n[02:17.18]I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n[02:19.93]He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.72]Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n[02:25.44]I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n[02:27.20]He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n[02:29.08]Probably some intellectual.\n[02:29.97]I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n[02:32.72]Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n[02:35.53]Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n[02:38.22](M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[02:41.91]Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[02:42.90]Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[02:46.01]I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[02:48.83]My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[02:51.57]My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[02:54.35]Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[02:57.12]Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[02:59.82]3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n[03:03.58]I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n[03:05.39]Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n[03:08.10]I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n[03:10.83]Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n[03:13.76]My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n[03:16.56]As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n[03:18.39]I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n[03:21.32]He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n[03:25.98]Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n[03:26.88]See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n[03:29.66]My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n[03:32.43]Well did you shoot him? 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A king taking orders.\n  Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n  Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n  \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n  \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n  Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n  Getting high on company time.\"\n  Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n  Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n  And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n  Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n  Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n  Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n  Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n  I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\n  Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n  Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n  Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n  Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n  I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n  I had to put him in his place,\n  This kids invading my space,\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n  Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n  I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n  I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n  I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n  He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n  Probably some intellectual.\n\n  I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n  Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n  Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n  I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n  Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n  I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n  As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n  I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\n  Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n  See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n  My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n  Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n  That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n"},{"id":37773740,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":318.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\nFeds be hawkin me\nJokers be stalking me,\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\nYeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n\nI used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\nPunching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\nSoupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n\"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n\"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\nCome back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\nGetting high on company time.\"\nHell no sirree, wrong M.C.\nWhy should I be a spy, when you spying me,\nAnd you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\nYa missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\nHold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\nHired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\nEyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\nI got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\nHave me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\nTaking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\nShook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\nPutting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\nI backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\nI had to put him in his place,\nThis kids invading my space,\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\nThen it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\nI haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\nI tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\nI chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\nHe's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\nProbably some intellectual.\n\nI kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\nThen his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\nYo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\nI'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\nMe and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\nI stepped out the note to post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\nAs I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\nI turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\nDon't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\nSee cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\nMy knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\nWell did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\nThat's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\nPut the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\nBrothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask.\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask.\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\nYeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.86]Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,\n[00:22.37](M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)\n[00:25.99]Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,\n[00:27.88]Feds be hawkin me\n[00:29.62]Jokers be stalking me,\n[00:31.02]I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,\n[00:33.48]My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.\n[00:35.58]My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.\n[00:39.21]Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.\n[00:41.10]Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.\n[00:43.96]I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.\n[00:46.73]Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n[00:49.66]Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n[00:52.32]\"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n[00:55.15]\"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n[00:56.15]Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n[00:58.88]Getting high on company time.\"\n[01:00.77]Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n[01:04.56]Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n[01:06.37]And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n[01:10.06]Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n[01:12.82]Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n[01:13.81]Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n[01:16.55]Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n[01:19.34]Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n[01:22.08]I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n[01:24.85]Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n[01:27.59](M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[01:32.22]Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[01:33.18]Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[01:36.93]I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[01:38.78]My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[01:41.65]My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[01:45.33]Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[01:48.17]Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[01:49.17]I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n[01:52.35]Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n[01:55.96]Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n[01:57.86]Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n[01:59.65]I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n[02:02.46]I had to put him in his place,\n[02:04.22]This kids invading my space,\n[02:07.09]But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n[02:09.83]So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n[02:10.75]Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n[02:14.44]I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n[02:17.18]I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n[02:19.93]He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.72]Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n[02:25.44]I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n[02:27.20]He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n[02:29.08]Probably some intellectual.\n[02:29.97]I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n[02:32.72]Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n[02:35.53]Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n[02:38.22](M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n[02:41.91]Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n[02:42.90]Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n[02:46.01]I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n[02:48.83]My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n[02:51.57]My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n[02:54.35]Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n[02:57.12]Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n[02:59.82]3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n[03:03.58]I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n[03:05.39]Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n[03:08.10]I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n[03:10.83]Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n[03:13.76]My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n[03:16.56]As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n[03:18.39]I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n[03:21.32]He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n[03:25.98]Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n[03:26.88]See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n[03:29.66]My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n[03:32.43]Well did you shoot him? 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A king taking orders.\n  Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.\n  Soupin me up sayin \"You're a nice worker,\"\n  \"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register\"\n  \"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,\n  Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,\n  Getting high on company time.\"\n  Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.\n  Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,\n  And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.\n  Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,\n  Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.\n  Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,\n  Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,\n  I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,\n\n  Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,\n  Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,\n  Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,\n  Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,\n  I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,\n  I had to put him in his place,\n  This kids invading my space,\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,\n  Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.\n  I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.\n  I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.\n  I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,\n  He's busted, \"so who you checking for now?\"\n  Probably some intellectual.\n\n  I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.\n  Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,\n  Yo I told her check your man cause b you acting out of place.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n\n  3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,\n  I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,\n  Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.\n  I stepped out the note to post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.\n  As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,\n  I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger,\n\n  Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder.\"\n  See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.\n  My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,\n  Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,\n  That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.\n\n  (M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),\n  Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.\n  Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask.\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask.\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.\n  Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.\n"},{"id":14745477,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Score [by Hillside]","duration":290.615425,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\nOne-two, one-two\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day\nFeds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\nMy crew in the Jersey wears the mask\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\nI used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\nPunching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\nSouping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\nHow would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\nLarge in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\nCome back and tell me who's bagging my fries\nGettin' high on company time\"\n\nHell no, siree, wrong MC\nWhy should I be a spy when you're spying me?\nAnd you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\nYou missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\nPulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\nHired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\nEyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\nI got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\nHad me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\nTaking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\nShook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\nPuttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\nI backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\nI had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\nThen it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\nI haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\nI tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\nI chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\nBusted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\nI kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\nThen his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\nYo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Bronx wear the mask\nMy crew on the Isle wear the mask\nStick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\nI'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\nMe and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\nI stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\nAs I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\nI turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\nDon't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\nSee cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\nMy knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\nNah, kid, I didn't have the balls\nThat's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nRunners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\nBrothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\nJokers be smoking and staying broken\nBitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\nNiggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\nI walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\nMy posse in the Haiti wear the mask\nMy crew in Jamaica wear the mask\nStick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\nSaid\nM to the A to the S to the K\n\nYo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\nYo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\nJokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\nStraight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.58] Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n[00:12.54] One-two, one-two\n[00:14.17] \n[00:22.36] M to the A to the S to the K\n[00:24.80] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n[00:27.87] Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n[00:30.88] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[00:33.71] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n[00:36.57] My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n[00:38.70] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n[00:40.85] Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n[00:43.64] I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n[00:46.95] Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n[00:49.67] Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n[00:52.37] How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n[00:55.14] Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n[00:57.37] Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n[00:58.87] Gettin' high on company time\"\n[01:00.28] Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n[01:03.03] Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n[01:05.63] And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n[01:08.48] You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n[01:11.27] Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n[01:13.93] Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n[01:16.77] Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n[01:19.12] Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n[01:22.16] I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n[01:24.60] Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n[01:27.57] M to the A to the S to the K\n[01:29.94] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[01:33.36] Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n[01:35.97] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[01:38.91] My posse Uptown wear the mask\n[01:41.69] My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n[01:43.93] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n[01:46.22] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[01:49.28] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n[01:51.82] Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n[01:54.43] Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n[01:57.24] Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n[01:59.83] I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n[02:02.39] I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n[02:04.99] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n[02:07.89] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n[02:10.77] Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n[02:13.36] I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n[02:16.33] I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n[02:18.64] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.94] Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n[02:24.52] I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n[02:26.78] Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n[02:29.68] I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n[02:32.31] Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n[02:35.14] Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n[02:38.20] M to the A to the S to the K\n[02:40.48] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[02:43.77] Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n[02:46.37] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[02:49.37] My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n[02:51.93] My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n[02:54.11] Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n[02:56.64] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[02:59.51] 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n[03:02.33] I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n[03:05.14] Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n[03:07.85] I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n[03:10.64] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n[03:13.61] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n[03:15.96] As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n[03:18.58] I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n[03:21.26] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n[03:24.19] Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n[03:26.57] See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n[03:29.45] My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n[03:32.89] Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n[03:35.05] That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n[03:37.70] \n[03:48.52] M to the A to the S to the K\n[03:50.82] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[03:54.19] Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n[03:56.78] Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n[03:59.55] Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n[04:02.36] Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n[04:05.06] Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n[04:07.95] I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n[04:10.70] My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n[04:13.66] My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n[04:15.71] Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n[04:17.97] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n[04:22.13] Said\n[04:22.68] M to the A to the S to the K\n[04:26.36] \n[04:36.52] Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n[04:40.25] Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n[04:43.03] Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n[04:46.61] Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n[04:48.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: The Fugees\n  album: The Score [by Hillside]\n  duration_ms: 290615\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  start_ms: 4580\n  end_ms: 12540\n- text: One-two, one-two\n  start_ms: 12540\n  end_ms: 14170\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 14170\n  end_ms: 22360\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 22360\n  end_ms: 24800\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 24800\n  end_ms: 27870\n- text: Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  start_ms: 27870\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 33710\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  start_ms: 33710\n  end_ms: 36570\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  start_ms: 36570\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40850\n- text: Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n  start_ms: 40850\n  end_ms: 43640\n- text: I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  start_ms: 43640\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 49670\n- text: Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  start_ms: 49670\n  end_ms: 52370\n- text: How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  start_ms: 52370\n  end_ms: 55140\n- text: Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  start_ms: 55140\n  end_ms: 57370\n- text: Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  start_ms: 57370\n  end_ms: 58870\n- text: Gettin' high on company time\"\n  start_ms: 58870\n  end_ms: 60280\n- text: Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  start_ms: 60280\n  end_ms: 63030\n- text: Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  start_ms: 63030\n  end_ms: 65630\n- text: And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  start_ms: 65630\n  end_ms: 68480\n- text: You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  start_ms: 68480\n  end_ms: 71270\n- text: Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  start_ms: 71270\n  end_ms: 73930\n- text: Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  start_ms: 73930\n  end_ms: 76770\n- text: Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  start_ms: 76770\n  end_ms: 79120\n- text: Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  start_ms: 79120\n  end_ms: 82160\n- text: I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  start_ms: 82160\n  end_ms: 84600\n- text: Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n  start_ms: 84600\n  end_ms: 87570\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 87570\n  end_ms: 89940\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 89940\n  end_ms: 93360\n- text: Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  start_ms: 93360\n  end_ms: 95970\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 95970\n  end_ms: 98910\n- text: My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  start_ms: 98910\n  end_ms: 101690\n- text: My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  start_ms: 101690\n  end_ms: 103930\n- text: Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  start_ms: 103930\n  end_ms: 106220\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 106220\n  end_ms: 109280\n- text: I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  start_ms: 109280\n  end_ms: 111820\n- text: Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  start_ms: 111820\n  end_ms: 114430\n- text: Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  start_ms: 114430\n  end_ms: 117240\n- text: Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  start_ms: 117240\n  end_ms: 119830\n- text: I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 122390\n- text: I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  start_ms: 122390\n  end_ms: 124990\n- text: But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  start_ms: 124990\n  end_ms: 127890\n- text: So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n  start_ms: 127890\n  end_ms: 130770\n- text: Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  start_ms: 130770\n  end_ms: 133360\n- text: I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  start_ms: 133360\n  end_ms: 136330\n- text: I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  start_ms: 136330\n  end_ms: 138640\n- text: He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  start_ms: 138640\n  end_ms: 141940\n- text: Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  start_ms: 141940\n  end_ms: 144520\n- text: I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  start_ms: 144520\n  end_ms: 146780\n- text: Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  start_ms: 146780\n  end_ms: 149680\n- text: I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  start_ms: 149680\n  end_ms: 152310\n- text: Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  start_ms: 152310\n  end_ms: 155140\n- text: Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n  start_ms: 155140\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 160480\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 160480\n  end_ms: 163770\n- text: Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  start_ms: 163770\n  end_ms: 166370\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 166370\n  end_ms: 169370\n- text: My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  start_ms: 169370\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174110\n- text: Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  start_ms: 174110\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 179510\n- text: 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  start_ms: 179510\n  end_ms: 182330\n- text: I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  start_ms: 182330\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 187850\n- text: I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  start_ms: 187850\n  end_ms: 190640\n- text: Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  start_ms: 190640\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 195960\n- text: As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  start_ms: 195960\n  end_ms: 198580\n- text: I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n  start_ms: 198580\n  end_ms: 201260\n- text: He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  start_ms: 201260\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206570\n- text: See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  start_ms: 206570\n  end_ms: 209450\n- text: My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  start_ms: 209450\n  end_ms: 212890\n- text: Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  start_ms: 212890\n  end_ms: 215050\n- text: That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n  start_ms: 215050\n  end_ms: 217700\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217700\n  end_ms: 228520\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 228520\n  end_ms: 230820\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 230820\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 236780\n- text: Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  start_ms: 236780\n  end_ms: 239550\n- text: Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  start_ms: 239550\n  end_ms: 242360\n- text: Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  start_ms: 242360\n  end_ms: 245060\n- text: Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  start_ms: 245060\n  end_ms: 247950\n- text: I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 247950\n  end_ms: 250700\n- text: My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  start_ms: 250700\n  end_ms: 253660\n- text: My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  start_ms: 253660\n  end_ms: 255710\n- text: Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  start_ms: 255710\n  end_ms: 257970\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n  start_ms: 257970\n  end_ms: 262130\n- text: Said\n  start_ms: 262130\n  end_ms: 262680\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 262680\n  end_ms: 266360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 266360\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 280250\n- text: Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  start_ms: 280250\n  end_ms: 283030\n- text: Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  start_ms: 283030\n  end_ms: 286610\n- text: Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n  start_ms: 286610\n  end_ms: 288960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 288960\nplain: |-\n  Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  One-two, one-two\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\n  I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  Gettin' high on company time\"\n\n  Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\n  Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\n  My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\n  Said\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n\n  Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n"},{"id":17941253,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Complete Score","duration":290.56,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\nOne-two, one-two\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day\nFeds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\nMy crew in the Jersey wears the mask\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\nI used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\nPunching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\nSouping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\nHow would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\nLarge in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\nCome back and tell me who's bagging my fries\nGettin' high on company time\"\n\nHell no, siree, wrong MC\nWhy should I be a spy when you're spying me?\nAnd you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\nYou missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\nPulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\nHired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\nEyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\nI got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\nHad me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\nTaking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\nShook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\nPuttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\nI backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\nI had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\nThen it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\nI haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\nI tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\nI chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\nBusted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\nI kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\nThen his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\nYo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Bronx wear the mask\nMy crew on the Isle wear the mask\nStick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\nI'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\nMe and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\nI stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\nAs I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\nI turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\nDon't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\nSee cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\nMy knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\nNah, kid, I didn't have the balls\nThat's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nRunners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\nBrothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\nJokers be smoking and staying broken\nBitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\nNiggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\nI walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\nMy posse in the Haiti wear the mask\nMy crew in Jamaica wear the mask\nStick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\nSaid\nM to the A to the S to the K\n\nYo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\nYo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\nJokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\nStraight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.58] Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n[00:12.54] One-two, one-two\n[00:14.17] \n[00:22.36] M to the A to the S to the K\n[00:24.80] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n[00:27.87] Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n[00:30.88] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[00:33.71] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n[00:36.57] My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n[00:38.70] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n[00:40.85] Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n[00:43.64] I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n[00:46.95] Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n[00:49.67] Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n[00:52.37] How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n[00:55.14] Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n[00:57.37] Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n[00:58.87] Gettin' high on company time\"\n[01:00.28] Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n[01:03.03] Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n[01:05.63] And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n[01:08.48] You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n[01:11.27] Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n[01:13.93] Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n[01:16.77] Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n[01:19.12] Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n[01:22.16] I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n[01:24.60] Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n[01:27.57] M to the A to the S to the K\n[01:29.94] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[01:33.36] Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n[01:35.97] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[01:38.91] My posse Uptown wear the mask\n[01:41.69] My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n[01:43.93] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n[01:46.22] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[01:49.28] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n[01:51.82] Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n[01:54.43] Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n[01:57.24] Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n[01:59.83] I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n[02:02.39] I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n[02:04.99] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n[02:07.89] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n[02:10.77] Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n[02:13.36] I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n[02:16.33] I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n[02:18.64] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.94] Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n[02:24.52] I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n[02:26.78] Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n[02:29.68] I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n[02:32.31] Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n[02:35.14] Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n[02:38.20] M to the A to the S to the K\n[02:40.48] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[02:43.77] Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n[02:46.37] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[02:49.37] My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n[02:51.93] My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n[02:54.11] Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n[02:56.64] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[02:59.51] 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n[03:02.33] I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n[03:05.14] Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n[03:07.85] I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n[03:10.64] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n[03:13.61] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n[03:15.96] As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n[03:18.58] I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n[03:21.26] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n[03:24.19] Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n[03:26.57] See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n[03:29.45] My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n[03:32.89] Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n[03:35.05] That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n[03:37.70] \n[03:48.52] M to the A to the S to the K\n[03:50.82] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[03:54.19] Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n[03:56.78] Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n[03:59.55] Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n[04:02.36] Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n[04:05.06] Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n[04:07.95] I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n[04:10.70] My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n[04:13.66] My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n[04:15.71] Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n[04:17.97] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n[04:22.13] Said\n[04:22.68] M to the A to the S to the K\n[04:26.36] \n[04:36.52] Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n[04:40.25] Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n[04:43.03] Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n[04:46.61] Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n[04:48.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Complete Score\n  duration_ms: 290560\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  start_ms: 4580\n  end_ms: 12540\n- text: One-two, one-two\n  start_ms: 12540\n  end_ms: 14170\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 14170\n  end_ms: 22360\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 22360\n  end_ms: 24800\n- text: Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 24800\n  end_ms: 27870\n- text: Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  start_ms: 27870\n  end_ms: 30880\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 30880\n  end_ms: 33710\n- text: My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  start_ms: 33710\n  end_ms: 36570\n- text: My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  start_ms: 36570\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40850\n- text: Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n  start_ms: 40850\n  end_ms: 43640\n- text: I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  start_ms: 43640\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 49670\n- text: Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  start_ms: 49670\n  end_ms: 52370\n- text: How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  start_ms: 52370\n  end_ms: 55140\n- text: Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  start_ms: 55140\n  end_ms: 57370\n- text: Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  start_ms: 57370\n  end_ms: 58870\n- text: Gettin' high on company time\"\n  start_ms: 58870\n  end_ms: 60280\n- text: Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  start_ms: 60280\n  end_ms: 63030\n- text: Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  start_ms: 63030\n  end_ms: 65630\n- text: And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  start_ms: 65630\n  end_ms: 68480\n- text: You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  start_ms: 68480\n  end_ms: 71270\n- text: Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  start_ms: 71270\n  end_ms: 73930\n- text: Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  start_ms: 73930\n  end_ms: 76770\n- text: Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  start_ms: 76770\n  end_ms: 79120\n- text: Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  start_ms: 79120\n  end_ms: 82160\n- text: I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  start_ms: 82160\n  end_ms: 84600\n- text: Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n  start_ms: 84600\n  end_ms: 87570\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 87570\n  end_ms: 89940\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 89940\n  end_ms: 93360\n- text: Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  start_ms: 93360\n  end_ms: 95970\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 95970\n  end_ms: 98910\n- text: My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  start_ms: 98910\n  end_ms: 101690\n- text: My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  start_ms: 101690\n  end_ms: 103930\n- text: Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  start_ms: 103930\n  end_ms: 106220\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 106220\n  end_ms: 109280\n- text: I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  start_ms: 109280\n  end_ms: 111820\n- text: Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  start_ms: 111820\n  end_ms: 114430\n- text: Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  start_ms: 114430\n  end_ms: 117240\n- text: Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  start_ms: 117240\n  end_ms: 119830\n- text: I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  start_ms: 119830\n  end_ms: 122390\n- text: I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  start_ms: 122390\n  end_ms: 124990\n- text: But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  start_ms: 124990\n  end_ms: 127890\n- text: So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n  start_ms: 127890\n  end_ms: 130770\n- text: Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  start_ms: 130770\n  end_ms: 133360\n- text: I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  start_ms: 133360\n  end_ms: 136330\n- text: I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  start_ms: 136330\n  end_ms: 138640\n- text: He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  start_ms: 138640\n  end_ms: 141940\n- text: Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  start_ms: 141940\n  end_ms: 144520\n- text: I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  start_ms: 144520\n  end_ms: 146780\n- text: Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  start_ms: 146780\n  end_ms: 149680\n- text: I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  start_ms: 149680\n  end_ms: 152310\n- text: Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  start_ms: 152310\n  end_ms: 155140\n- text: Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n  start_ms: 155140\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 160480\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 160480\n  end_ms: 163770\n- text: Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  start_ms: 163770\n  end_ms: 166370\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 166370\n  end_ms: 169370\n- text: My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  start_ms: 169370\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174110\n- text: Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  start_ms: 174110\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 179510\n- text: 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  start_ms: 179510\n  end_ms: 182330\n- text: I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  start_ms: 182330\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 187850\n- text: I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  start_ms: 187850\n  end_ms: 190640\n- text: Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  start_ms: 190640\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 195960\n- text: As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  start_ms: 195960\n  end_ms: 198580\n- text: I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n  start_ms: 198580\n  end_ms: 201260\n- text: He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  start_ms: 201260\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206570\n- text: See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  start_ms: 206570\n  end_ms: 209450\n- text: My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  start_ms: 209450\n  end_ms: 212890\n- text: Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  start_ms: 212890\n  end_ms: 215050\n- text: That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n  start_ms: 215050\n  end_ms: 217700\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217700\n  end_ms: 228520\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 228520\n  end_ms: 230820\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 230820\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 236780\n- text: Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  start_ms: 236780\n  end_ms: 239550\n- text: Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  start_ms: 239550\n  end_ms: 242360\n- text: Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  start_ms: 242360\n  end_ms: 245060\n- text: Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  start_ms: 245060\n  end_ms: 247950\n- text: I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 247950\n  end_ms: 250700\n- text: My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  start_ms: 250700\n  end_ms: 253660\n- text: My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  start_ms: 253660\n  end_ms: 255710\n- text: Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  start_ms: 255710\n  end_ms: 257970\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n  start_ms: 257970\n  end_ms: 262130\n- text: Said\n  start_ms: 262130\n  end_ms: 262680\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 262680\n  end_ms: 266360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 266360\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 280250\n- text: Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  start_ms: 280250\n  end_ms: 283030\n- text: Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  start_ms: 283030\n  end_ms: 286610\n- text: Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n  start_ms: 286610\n  end_ms: 288960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 288960\nplain: |-\n  Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  One-two, one-two\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\n  I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  Gettin' high on company time\"\n\n  Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\n  Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\n  My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\n  Said\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n\n  Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n"},{"id":18054465,"name":"The Mask","trackName":"The Mask","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"477 # The Score","duration":290.6906112,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\nOne-two, one-two\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask upon the face just to make the next day\nFeds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\nMy crew in the Jersey wears the mask\nStick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\nI used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\nPunching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\nSouping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\nHow would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\nLarge in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\nCome back and tell me who's bagging my fries\nGettin' high on company time\"\n\nHell no, siree, wrong MC\nWhy should I be a spy when you're spying me?\nAnd you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\nYou missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\nPulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\nHired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\nEyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\nHit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\nI got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\nHad me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse Uptown wear the mask\nMy crew in the Queens wear the mask\nStick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\nI thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\nTaking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\nShook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\nPuttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\nI backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\nI had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\nBut then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\nSo many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\nThen it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\nI haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\nI tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\nHe ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\nSteve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\nI chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\nBusted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\nI kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\nThen his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\nYo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nBrothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\nI walk the streets and camouflage my identity\nMy posse in the Bronx wear the mask\nMy crew on the Isle wear the mask\nStick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\nI'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\nMe and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\nI stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\nSearching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\nMy first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\nAs I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\nI turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\nHe said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\nDon't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\nSee cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\nMy knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\nNah, kid, I didn't have the balls\nThat's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\nM to the A to the S to the K\nPut the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\nRunners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\nBrothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\nJokers be smoking and staying broken\nBitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\nNiggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\nI walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\nMy posse in the Haiti wear the mask\nMy crew in Jamaica wear the mask\nStick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\nYeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\nSaid\nM to the A to the S to the K\n\nYo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\nYo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\nJokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\nStraight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.58] Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n[00:12.54] One-two, one-two\n[00:14.17] \n[00:22.36] M to the A to the S to the K\n[00:24.80] Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n[00:27.87] Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n[00:30.88] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[00:33.71] My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n[00:36.57] My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n[00:38.70] Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n[00:40.85] Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n[00:43.64] I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n[00:46.95] Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n[00:49.67] Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n[00:52.37] How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n[00:55.14] Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n[00:57.37] Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n[00:58.87] Gettin' high on company time\"\n[01:00.28] Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n[01:03.03] Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n[01:05.63] And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n[01:08.48] You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n[01:11.27] Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n[01:13.93] Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n[01:16.77] Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n[01:19.12] Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n[01:22.16] I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n[01:24.60] Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n[01:27.57] M to the A to the S to the K\n[01:29.94] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[01:33.36] Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n[01:35.97] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[01:38.91] My posse Uptown wear the mask\n[01:41.69] My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n[01:43.93] Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n[01:46.22] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[01:49.28] I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n[01:51.82] Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n[01:54.43] Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n[01:57.24] Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n[01:59.83] I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n[02:02.39] I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n[02:04.99] But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n[02:07.89] So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n[02:10.77] Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n[02:13.36] I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n[02:16.33] I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n[02:18.64] He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n[02:21.94] Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n[02:24.52] I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n[02:26.78] Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n[02:29.68] I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n[02:32.31] Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n[02:35.14] Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n[02:38.20] M to the A to the S to the K\n[02:40.48] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[02:43.77] Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n[02:46.37] I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n[02:49.37] My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n[02:51.93] My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n[02:54.11] Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n[02:56.64] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n[02:59.51] 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n[03:02.33] I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n[03:05.14] Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n[03:07.85] I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n[03:10.64] Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n[03:13.61] My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n[03:15.96] As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n[03:18.58] I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n[03:21.26] He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n[03:24.19] Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n[03:26.57] See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n[03:29.45] My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n[03:32.89] Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n[03:35.05] That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n[03:37.70] \n[03:48.52] M to the A to the S to the K\n[03:50.82] Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n[03:54.19] Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n[03:56.78] Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n[03:59.55] Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n[04:02.36] Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n[04:05.06] Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n[04:07.95] I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n[04:10.70] My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n[04:13.66] My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n[04:15.71] Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n[04:17.97] Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n[04:22.13] Said\n[04:22.68] M to the A to the S to the K\n[04:26.36] \n[04:36.52] Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n[04:40.25] Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n[04:43.03] Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n[04:46.61] Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n[04:48.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Mask\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: '477 # The Score'\n  duration_ms: 290691\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Have you ever worn the mask? 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Probably some intellectual\"\n  start_ms: 146780\n  end_ms: 149680\n- text: I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  start_ms: 149680\n  end_ms: 152310\n- text: Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  start_ms: 152310\n  end_ms: 155140\n- text: Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n  start_ms: 155140\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 160480\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 160480\n  end_ms: 163770\n- text: Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  start_ms: 163770\n  end_ms: 166370\n- text: I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 166370\n  end_ms: 169370\n- text: My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  start_ms: 169370\n  end_ms: 171930\n- text: My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  start_ms: 171930\n  end_ms: 174110\n- text: Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  start_ms: 174110\n  end_ms: 176640\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n  start_ms: 176640\n  end_ms: 179510\n- text: 3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  start_ms: 179510\n  end_ms: 182330\n- text: I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  start_ms: 182330\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 187850\n- text: I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  start_ms: 187850\n  end_ms: 190640\n- text: Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  start_ms: 190640\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 195960\n- text: As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  start_ms: 195960\n  end_ms: 198580\n- text: I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n  start_ms: 198580\n  end_ms: 201260\n- text: He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  start_ms: 201260\n  end_ms: 204190\n- text: Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  start_ms: 204190\n  end_ms: 206570\n- text: See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  start_ms: 206570\n  end_ms: 209450\n- text: My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  start_ms: 209450\n  end_ms: 212890\n- text: Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  start_ms: 212890\n  end_ms: 215050\n- text: That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n  start_ms: 215050\n  end_ms: 217700\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217700\n  end_ms: 228520\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 228520\n  end_ms: 230820\n- text: Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  start_ms: 230820\n  end_ms: 234190\n- text: Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  start_ms: 234190\n  end_ms: 236780\n- text: Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  start_ms: 236780\n  end_ms: 239550\n- text: Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  start_ms: 239550\n  end_ms: 242360\n- text: Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  start_ms: 242360\n  end_ms: 245060\n- text: Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  start_ms: 245060\n  end_ms: 247950\n- text: I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n  start_ms: 247950\n  end_ms: 250700\n- text: My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  start_ms: 250700\n  end_ms: 253660\n- text: My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  start_ms: 253660\n  end_ms: 255710\n- text: Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  start_ms: 255710\n  end_ms: 257970\n- text: Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n  start_ms: 257970\n  end_ms: 262130\n- text: Said\n  start_ms: 262130\n  end_ms: 262680\n- text: M to the A to the S to the K\n  start_ms: 262680\n  end_ms: 266360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 266360\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 280250\n- text: Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  start_ms: 280250\n  end_ms: 283030\n- text: Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  start_ms: 283030\n  end_ms: 286610\n- text: Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n  start_ms: 286610\n  end_ms: 288960\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 288960\nplain: |-\n  Have you ever worn the mask? Yeah\n  One-two, one-two\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day\n  Feds be hawkin' me, jokers be stalking m\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask\n  My crew in the Jersey wears the mask\n  Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wears the mask, but how long will it last? (Yo, yo)\n\n  I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders\n  Punching my clock, now I'm wanted by the manager\n  Souping me up, saying, \"You're a good worker\n  How would you like a quarter raise, move up to the register?\n  Large in charge, but ya gotta be a spy\n  Come back and tell me who's bagging my fries\n  Gettin' high on company time\"\n\n  Hell no, siree, wrong MC\n  Why should I be a spy when you're spying me?\n  And you see what ya thought ya saw but never seen (bing)\n  You missed the last move, checkmate, crown me king\n  Pulled my .22, pistol-whipped him in his face\n  Hired, now I'm fired, sober, now I'm wired\n  Eyes pitch red but the beat bop my head\n  Hit the streets for relief (oh my God), I bumped into feds\n  I got kidnapped, they took me to D.C\n  Had me workin' underground, building missiles for World War III\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be gaming, ladies be claiming\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse Uptown wear the mask\n  My crew in the Queens wear the mask\n  Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil' wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  I thought he was the wonder, and I was stun-gunned by his lips\n  Taking sips of an Amaretto Sour with a twist\n  Shook my hips to the bassline, this joker grabbed my waistline\n  Puttin' pressure on my spine, tryna get L-Boog to wind (bing)\n  I backed up off him, then I caught him with five fingers to his face\n  I had to put him in his place, this kid's invadin' my space\n  But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style\n  So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child\n\n  Then it hit me, that's Tariq from off the street around my grams\n  I haven't seen him since 15 when he got booked for doing scams\n  I tried to walk away, but he wouldn't let me leave\n  He ran up quick behind me asking, \"Yo, what happened to my nigga Steve?\"\n  Steve was like this kid I went with back in grammar school\n  I chuckled, knucklehead, I seen him yesterday, he's cool\n  Busted, \"So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual\"\n  I kept the conversation straight (c'mon), but he kept tryna make it sexual\n  Then his old lady tried to play me, waved her hands up in my face\n  Yo, I told her, \"Check your man, 'cause bitch, you acting out of place\" (come on)\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'\n  I walk the streets and camouflage my identity\n  My posse in the Bronx wear the mask\n  My crew on the Isle wear the mask\n  Stick up kids rolling in the Omni wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?\n\n  3 a.m. in the morning (watch it) on the boulevard\n  I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage ('rage)\n  Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge\n  I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard\n  Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard (Puerto Ricans got the car)\n  My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage\n  As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back\n  I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask (what?)\n\n  He said, \"I got a itchin' on my trigger\n  Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder\"\n  See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks\n  My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot (well, did you shoot him?)\n  Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls\n  That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls\n\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n  Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day\n  Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'\n  Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming (c'mon)\n  Jokers be smoking and staying broken\n  Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'\n  Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping\n  I walk the street and camouflage my identity\n\n  My posse in the Haiti wear the mask\n  My crew in Jamaica wear the mask\n  Stick up kids bumping \"Fu-Gee-La\" wear the mask\n  Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last? (Yeah, y'all)\n\n  Said\n  M to the A to the S to the K\n\n  Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill\n  Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke (yo, we put-, we puttin' motherfuckers on their ass)\n  Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man (you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, yo, you my nigga)\n  Straight motherfuckin' cowboys (yo, you always been my nigga)\n"}]