[{"id":17922776,"name":"THE SCORE","trackName":"THE SCORE","artistName":"FUGEES","albumName":"FUGEES   THE SCORE","duration":302.0666624,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\n(I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n(Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nLook into the rhyme\nRum to the ripple\nSing boo\nBut at times I come in triple\n\nBlaow, blaow put the heater to your head\nNow you dead\nWyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\nRaaaaah, raaaah\nLet me attack just like the black cat\n\nYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\nHooo, you've got to go for backup\nTo do what you gotta do.\nSo you'll be back with France CU\nTraitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\nYou put the poison in my tea\nAnd kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\nI'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\nAwoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\nCompetition, stimulation for the rap man\n\nLosers check your tooters\nWhile I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\nDon't play macho, while you got the gun\nCause if you got to reload\n\nWyclef the multi-talented\nAverage heads can't handle it\nI'll bring it to you live\nOnly if you want it\n\nMe and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n(C'mon check out my melody)\nThe W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\nThrough any contest\nI'm victorious\nStill keep it real, if you will and manifest\nThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\nI'm a bring down the ruckus\nPlay the nutcracker\nRough-neck rednecks make me no bother\nTime after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\nBoss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\nMotion, commotion, what's your proposal\nUphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\nLike utensil, false idental,\nI autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\nI'm the L, Won't you pull it\nStraight to the head\nWith the speed of a bullet\nCuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\nLyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\nHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\nDreams of euphoria\nAurora\nTo another galaxy\nPhallic-sy\n\nBe this microphone, but get lifted\nLyrically I'm gifted\nBurn on in without the roach clip (it)\nHenders, mind-bender\nPleasure sender\n\nSo frequently your nerve endings belong to me\nWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\nWack niggas choke\nFrom the fumes that I emote,\nOr emit shit\n\nSee even I feel the mahogany L\nNatural hallucinogen\nTurning boys to men again\nWith estrogen dreams\nRelease blues, yellows and greens\nFrom Brownsville to Queens\n\nYou rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\nReady or not. Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n[00:03.27] It's time to settle the score\n[00:05.76] (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n[00:08.03] (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n[00:10.75] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n[00:12.70] Soldiers\n[00:13.99] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[00:16.54] (It's time to settle the score)\n[00:17.30] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[00:21.53] (It's time to settle the score)\n[00:22.69] Look into the rhyme\n[00:24.11] Rum to the ripple\n[00:25.56] Sing boo\n[00:26.35] But at times I come in triple\n[00:27.66] Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n[00:30.02] Now you dead\n[00:31.05] Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n[00:32.73] Raaaaah, raaaah\n[00:33.72] Let me attack just like the black cat\n[00:35.54] You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n[00:37.50] Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n[00:39.50] To do what you gotta do.\n[00:41.01] So you'll be back with France CU\n[00:42.42] Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n[00:43.93] You put the poison in my tea\n[00:45.89] And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n[00:47.68] I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n[00:49.97] Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n[00:52.75] Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n[00:54.70] Losers check your tooters\n[00:56.13] While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n[00:57.74] Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n[00:59.46] Cause if you got to reload\n[01:22.09] Wyclef the multi-talented\n[01:23.68] Average heads can't handle it\n[01:24.20] I'll bring it to you live\n[01:25.79] Only if you want it\n[01:27.16] Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n[01:30.94] (C'mon check out my melody)\n[01:32.09] The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n[01:35.49] Through any contest\n[01:36.43] I'm victorious\n[01:37.30] Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n[01:39.36] Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n[01:41.99] I'm a bring down the ruckus\n[01:43.17] Play the nutcracker\n[01:44.29] Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n[01:46.74] Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n[01:49.20] Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n[01:51.61] Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n[01:54.29] Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n[01:56.71] Like utensil, false idental,\n[01:59.32] I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n[02:21.30] I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n[02:22.93] Straight to the head\n[02:23.85] With the speed of a bullet\n[02:25.60] Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n[02:27.52] Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n[02:29.32] Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n[02:31.75] Dreams of euphoria\n[02:32.82] Aurora\n[02:33.36] To another galaxy\n[02:34.00] Phallic-sy\n[02:35.19] Be this microphone, but get lifted\n[02:36.96] Lyrically I'm gifted\n[02:38.18] Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n[02:39.99] Henders, mind-bender\n[02:41.35] Pleasure sender\n[02:41.74] So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n[02:43.54] Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n[02:47.44] Wack niggas choke\n[02:49.94] From the fumes that I emote,\n[02:51.18] Or emit shit\n[02:52.14] See even I feel the mahogany L\n[02:53.71] Natural hallucinogen\n[02:55.17] Turning boys to men again\n[02:56.22] With estrogen dreams\n[02:57.32] Release blues, yellows and greens\n[02:58.14] From Brownsville to Queens\n[02:59.36] You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n[03:01.47] It's time to settle the score\n[03:02.59] Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n[03:06.08] 'Cause we soft spoken\n[03:07.22] Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n[03:08.23] Now we permanently one\n[03:09.78] And one day you will be forgotten\n[03:11.08] Soldiers\n[03:11.60] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[03:12.40] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:15.47] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[03:19.13] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:19.76] Soldiers\n[03:20.83] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[03:23.96] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:25.46] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[03:28.99] (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n[03:30.57] I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n[03:33.16] I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n[03:35.57] You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n[03:38.16] (We know where to run)\n[03:39.02] And start flakin' like dandruff\n[03:40.61] C'mon son my steelo's tight\n[03:42.95] Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n[03:45.44] On the right, analytical conceptions\n[03:47.89] With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n[03:50.56] Bing! ha, ha, ha\n[03:53.81] \n[04:08.50] All they do is front and lie man\n[04:10.42] Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n[04:13.78] You alright? You straight?\n[04:14.53] Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n[04:15.28] Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n[04:17.95] Man I been fucked Michelle\n[04:19.63] Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n[04:22.38] From 225th Street?\n[04:23.47] Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n[04:26.25] That play ball in the park\n[04:27.56] Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n[04:30.66] Man I been fuckin' her\n[04:32.05] What happened?\n[04:33.16] What he say? What he say about her?\n[04:34.12] He said he fucked her\n[04:35.89] But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n[04:38.24] Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n[04:39.75] Come here, come her\n[04:42.14] Ask her...\n[04:42.69] Yo', you fuck Jay?\n[04:43.74] Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n[04:45.33] Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n[04:49.25] That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n[04:52.41] Nigga that's the only one\n[04:53.89] How many Michelle's is there?\n[04:55.77] She got a cousin or some shit like that\n[04:57.93] Know what I'm saying...\n[04:59.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THE SCORE\n  artist: FUGEES\n  album: FUGEES   THE SCORE\n  duration_ms: 302067\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  start_ms: 80\n  end_ms: 3270\n- text: It's time to settle the score\n  start_ms: 3270\n  end_ms: 5760\n- text: (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  start_ms: 5760\n  end_ms: 8030\n- text: (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  start_ms: 8030\n  end_ms: 10750\n- text: Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n  start_ms: 10750\n  end_ms: 12700\n- text: Soldiers\n  start_ms: 12700\n  end_ms: 13990\n- text: Left, right, left, right, 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What?\n  start_ms: 283740\n  end_ms: 285330\n- text: Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  start_ms: 285330\n  end_ms: 289250\n- text: That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  start_ms: 289250\n  end_ms: 292410\n- text: Nigga that's the only one\n  start_ms: 292410\n  end_ms: 293890\n- text: How many Michelle's is there?\n  start_ms: 293890\n  end_ms: 295770\n- text: She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  start_ms: 295770\n  end_ms: 297930\n- text: Know what I'm saying...\n  start_ms: 297930\n  end_ms: 299140\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 299140\nplain: |-\n  You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Look into the rhyme\n  Rum to the ripple\n  Sing boo\n  But at times I come in triple\n\n  Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n  Now you dead\n  Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n  Raaaaah, raaaah\n  Let me attack just like the black cat\n\n  You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n  Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n  To do what you gotta do.\n  So you'll be back with France CU\n  Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\n  You put the poison in my tea\n  And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n  I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n  Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n  Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n\n  Losers check your tooters\n  While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n  Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n  Cause if you got to reload\n\n  Wyclef the multi-talented\n  Average heads can't handle it\n  I'll bring it to you live\n  Only if you want it\n\n  Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n  (C'mon check out my melody)\n  The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n  Through any contest\n  I'm victorious\n  Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n  Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\n  I'm a bring down the ruckus\n  Play the nutcracker\n  Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n  Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n  Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\n  Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n  Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n  Like utensil, false idental,\n  I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\n  I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n  Straight to the head\n  With the speed of a bullet\n  Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n  Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\n  Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n  Dreams of euphoria\n  Aurora\n  To another galaxy\n  Phallic-sy\n\n  Be this microphone, but get lifted\n  Lyrically I'm gifted\n  Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n  Henders, mind-bender\n  Pleasure sender\n\n  So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n  Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n  Wack niggas choke\n  From the fumes that I emote,\n  Or emit shit\n\n  See even I feel the mahogany L\n  Natural hallucinogen\n  Turning boys to men again\n  With estrogen dreams\n  Release blues, yellows and greens\n  From Brownsville to Queens\n\n  You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n  'Cause we soft spoken\n  Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  Now we permanently one\n  And one day you will be forgotten\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\n  I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  (We know where to run)\n  And start flakin' like dandruff\n\n  C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  On the right, analytical conceptions\n  With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  Bing! ha, ha, ha\n\n  All they do is front and lie man\n  Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  You alright? You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n\n  Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  Nigga that's the only one\n  How many Michelle's is there?\n  She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  Know what I'm saying...\n"},{"id":21394526,"name":"The Score","trackName":"The Score","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Fugees - The Score","duration":302.114125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\n(I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n(Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nLook into the rhyme\nRum to the ripple\nSing boo\nBut at times I come in triple\n\nBlaow, blaow put the heater to your head\nNow you dead\nWyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\nRaaaaah, raaaah\nLet me attack just like the black cat\n\nYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\nHooo, you've got to go for backup\nTo do what you gotta do.\nSo you'll be back with France CU\nTraitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\nYou put the poison in my tea\nAnd kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\nI'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\nAwoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\nCompetition, stimulation for the rap man\n\nLosers check your tooters\nWhile I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\nDon't play macho, while you got the gun\nCause if you got to reload\n\nWyclef the multi-talented\nAverage heads can't handle it\nI'll bring it to you live\nOnly if you want it\n\nMe and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n(C'mon check out my melody)\nThe W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\nThrough any contest\nI'm victorious\nStill keep it real, if you will and manifest\nThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\nI'm a bring down the ruckus\nPlay the nutcracker\nRough-neck rednecks make me no bother\nTime after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\nBoss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\nMotion, commotion, what's your proposal\nUphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\nLike utensil, false idental,\nI autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\nI'm the L, Won't you pull it\nStraight to the head\nWith the speed of a bullet\nCuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\nLyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\nHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\nDreams of euphoria\nAurora\nTo another galaxy\nPhallic-sy\n\nBe this microphone, but get lifted\nLyrically I'm gifted\nBurn on in without the roach clip (it)\nHenders, mind-bender\nPleasure sender\n\nSo frequently your nerve endings belong to me\nWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\nWack niggas choke\nFrom the fumes that I emote,\nOr emit shit\n\nSee even I feel the mahogany L\nNatural hallucinogen\nTurning boys to men again\nWith estrogen dreams\nRelease blues, yellows and greens\nFrom Brownsville to Queens\n\nYou rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\nReady or not. Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Score\n  artist: The Fugees\n  album: The Fugees - The Score\n  duration_ms: 302114\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Look into the rhyme\n  Rum to the ripple\n  Sing boo\n  But at times I come in triple\n\n  Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n  Now you dead\n  Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n  Raaaaah, raaaah\n  Let me attack just like the black cat\n\n  You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n  Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n  To do what you gotta do.\n  So you'll be back with France CU\n  Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\n  You put the poison in my tea\n  And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n  I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n  Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n  Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n\n  Losers check your tooters\n  While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n  Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n  Cause if you got to reload\n\n  Wyclef the multi-talented\n  Average heads can't handle it\n  I'll bring it to you live\n  Only if you want it\n\n  Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n  (C'mon check out my melody)\n  The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n  Through any contest\n  I'm victorious\n  Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n  Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\n  I'm a bring down the ruckus\n  Play the nutcracker\n  Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n  Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n  Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\n  Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n  Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n  Like utensil, false idental,\n  I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\n  I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n  Straight to the head\n  With the speed of a bullet\n  Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n  Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\n  Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n  Dreams of euphoria\n  Aurora\n  To another galaxy\n  Phallic-sy\n\n  Be this microphone, but get lifted\n  Lyrically I'm gifted\n  Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n  Henders, mind-bender\n  Pleasure sender\n\n  So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n  Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n  Wack niggas choke\n  From the fumes that I emote,\n  Or emit shit\n\n  See even I feel the mahogany L\n  Natural hallucinogen\n  Turning boys to men again\n  With estrogen dreams\n  Release blues, yellows and greens\n  From Brownsville to Queens\n\n  You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n  'Cause we soft spoken\n  Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  Now we permanently one\n  And one day you will be forgotten\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\n  I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  (We know where to run)\n  And start flakin' like dandruff\n\n  C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  On the right, analytical conceptions\n  With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  Bing! ha, ha, ha\n\n  All they do is front and lie man\n  Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  You alright? You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n\n  Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  Nigga that's the only one\n  How many Michelle's is there?\n  She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  Know what I'm saying...\n"},{"id":39624624,"name":"The Score","trackName":"The Score","artistName":"The Score - Fugees (Refugee Camp)","albumName":"Fugees","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\n(I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n(Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nLook into the rhyme\nRum to the ripple\nSing boo\nBut at times I come in triple\n\nBlaow, blaow put the heater to your head\nNow you dead\nWyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\nRaaaaah, raaaah\nLet me attack just like the black cat\n\nYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\nHooo, you've got to go for backup\nTo do what you gotta do.\nSo you'll be back with France CU\nTraitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\nYou put the poison in my tea\nAnd kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\nI'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\nAwoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\nCompetition, stimulation for the rap man\n\nLosers check your tooters\nWhile I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\nDon't play macho, while you got the gun\nCause if you got to reload\n\nWyclef the multi-talented\nAverage heads can't handle it\nI'll bring it to you live\nOnly if you want it\n\nMe and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n(C'mon check out my melody)\nThe W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\nThrough any contest\nI'm victorious\nStill keep it real, if you will and manifest\nThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\nI'm a bring down the ruckus\nPlay the nutcracker\nRough-neck rednecks make me no bother\nTime after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\nBoss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\nMotion, commotion, what's your proposal\nUphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\nLike utensil, false idental,\nI autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\nI'm the L, Won't you pull it\nStraight to the head\nWith the speed of a bullet\nCuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\nLyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\nHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\nDreams of euphoria\nAurora\nTo another galaxy\nPhallic-sy\n\nBe this microphone, but get lifted\nLyrically I'm gifted\nBurn on in without the roach clip (it)\nHenders, mind-bender\nPleasure sender\n\nSo frequently your nerve endings belong to me\nWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\nWack niggas choke\nFrom the fumes that I emote,\nOr emit shit\n\nSee even I feel the mahogany L\nNatural hallucinogen\nTurning boys to men again\nWith estrogen dreams\nRelease blues, yellows and greens\nFrom Brownsville to Queens\n\nYou rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\nReady or not. Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n[00:03.26] It's time to settle the score\n[00:05.77] (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n[00:08.02] (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n[00:10.80] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n[00:12.73] Soldiers\n[00:13.96] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[00:16.54] (It's time to settle the score)\n[00:17.29] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[00:21.53] (It's time to settle the score)\n[00:22.63] Look into the rhyme\n[00:24.14] Rum to the ripple\n[00:25.50] Sing boo\n[00:26.38] But at times I come in triple\n[00:27.67] Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n[00:30.02] Now you dead\n[00:31.03] Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n[00:32.72] Raaaaah, raaaah\n[00:33.71] Let me attack just like the black cat\n[00:35.59] You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n[00:37.51] Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n[00:39.53] To do what you gotta do.\n[00:41.07] So you'll be back with France CU\n[00:42.45] Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n[00:43.92] You put the poison in my tea\n[00:45.82] And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n[00:47.68] I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n[00:49.99] Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n[00:52.70] Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n[00:54.73] Losers check your tooters\n[00:56.16] While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n[00:57.76] Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n[00:59.49] Cause if you got to reload\n[01:22.02] Wyclef the multi-talented\n[01:23.68] Average heads can't handle it\n[01:24.28] I'll bring it to you live\n[01:25.76] Only if you want it\n[01:27.13] Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n[01:30.93] (C'mon check out my melody)\n[01:32.04] The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n[01:35.47] Through any contest\n[01:36.45] I'm victorious\n[01:37.39] Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n[01:39.38] Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n[01:41.93] I'm a bring down the ruckus\n[01:43.16] Play the nutcracker\n[01:44.20] Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n[01:46.77] Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n[01:49.28] Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n[01:51.61] Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n[01:54.27] Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n[01:56.70] Like utensil, false idental,\n[01:59.35] I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n[02:21.34] I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n[02:22.95] Straight to the head\n[02:23.87] With the speed of a bullet\n[02:25.67] Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n[02:27.54] Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n[02:29.37] Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n[02:31.77] Dreams of euphoria\n[02:32.88] Aurora\n[02:33.33] To another galaxy\n[02:34.03] Phallic-sy\n[02:35.18] Be this microphone, but get lifted\n[02:36.97] Lyrically I'm gifted\n[02:38.12] Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n[02:39.97] Henders, mind-bender\n[02:41.32] Pleasure sender\n[02:41.76] So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n[02:43.50] Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n[02:47.47] Wack niggas choke\n[02:49.93] From the fumes that I emote,\n[02:51.16] Or emit shit\n[02:52.16] See even I feel the mahogany L\n[02:53.71] Natural hallucinogen\n[02:55.19] Turning boys to men again\n[02:56.23] With estrogen dreams\n[02:57.32] Release blues, yellows and greens\n[02:58.17] From Brownsville to Queens\n[02:59.32] You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n[03:01.43] It's time to settle the score\n[03:02.54] Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n[03:06.03] 'Cause we soft spoken\n[03:07.29] Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n[03:08.30] Now we permanently one\n[03:09.79] And one day you will be forgotten\n[03:11.06] Soldiers\n[03:11.66] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[03:12.43] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:15.45] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[03:19.14] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:19.72] Soldiers\n[03:20.88] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[03:23.99] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:25.41] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[03:28.94] (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n[03:30.50] I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n[03:33.17] I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n[03:35.56] You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n[03:38.17] (We know where to run)\n[03:39.07] And start flakin' like dandruff\n[03:40.63] C'mon son my steelo's tight\n[03:42.90] Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n[03:45.43] On the right, analytical conceptions\n[03:47.81] With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n[03:50.53] Bing! ha, ha, ha\n[03:53.81] \n[04:08.44] All they do is front and lie man\n[04:10.44] Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n[04:13.74] You alright? You straight?\n[04:14.51] Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n[04:15.26] Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n[04:17.99] Man I been fucked Michelle\n[04:19.66] Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n[04:22.39] From 225th Street?\n[04:23.47] Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n[04:26.25] That play ball in the park\n[04:27.58] Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n[04:30.64] Man I been fuckin' her\n[04:32.02] What happened?\n[04:33.12] What he say? What he say about her?\n[04:34.18] He said he fucked her\n[04:35.87] But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n[04:38.25] Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n[04:39.76] Come here, come her\n[04:42.15] Ask her...\n[04:42.65] Yo', you fuck Jay?\n[04:43.70] Hell no, eeeuw. 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Refugees taking over\n  'Cause we soft spoken\n  Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  Now we permanently one\n  And one day you will be forgotten\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\n  I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  (We know where to run)\n  And start flakin' like dandruff\n\n  C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  On the right, analytical conceptions\n  With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  Bing! ha, ha, ha\n\n  All they do is front and lie man\n  Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  You alright? You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. 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Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Score\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Fugees Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 247667\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Look into the rhyme\n  Rum to the ripple\n  Sing boo\n  But at times I come in triple\n\n  Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n  Now you dead\n  Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n  Raaaaah, raaaah\n  Let me attack just like the black cat\n\n  You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n  Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n  To do what you gotta do.\n  So you'll be back with France CU\n  Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\n  You put the poison in my tea\n  And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n  I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n  Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n  Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n\n  Losers check your tooters\n  While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n  Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n  Cause if you got to reload\n\n  Wyclef the multi-talented\n  Average heads can't handle it\n  I'll bring it to you live\n  Only if you want it\n\n  Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n  (C'mon check out my melody)\n  The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n  Through any contest\n  I'm victorious\n  Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n  Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\n  I'm a bring down the ruckus\n  Play the nutcracker\n  Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n  Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n  Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\n  Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n  Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n  Like utensil, false idental,\n  I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\n  I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n  Straight to the head\n  With the speed of a bullet\n  Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n  Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\n  Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n  Dreams of euphoria\n  Aurora\n  To another galaxy\n  Phallic-sy\n\n  Be this microphone, but get lifted\n  Lyrically I'm gifted\n  Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n  Henders, mind-bender\n  Pleasure sender\n\n  So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n  Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n  Wack niggas choke\n  From the fumes that I emote,\n  Or emit shit\n\n  See even I feel the mahogany L\n  Natural hallucinogen\n  Turning boys to men again\n  With estrogen dreams\n  Release blues, yellows and greens\n  From Brownsville to Queens\n\n  You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n  'Cause we soft spoken\n  Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  Now we permanently one\n  And one day you will be forgotten\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\n  I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  (We know where to run)\n  And start flakin' like dandruff\n\n  C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  On the right, analytical conceptions\n  With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  Bing! ha, ha, ha\n\n  All they do is front and lie man\n  Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  You alright? You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n\n  Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  Nigga that's the only one\n  How many Michelle's is there?\n  She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  Know what I'm saying...\n"},{"id":24590045,"name":"The Score","trackName":"The Score","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Greatest Hits - Fugees","duration":249.921437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\n(I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n(Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nLook into the rhyme\nRum to the ripple\nSing boo\nBut at times I come in triple\n\nBlaow, blaow put the heater to your head\nNow you dead\nWyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\nRaaaaah, raaaah\nLet me attack just like the black cat\n\nYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\nHooo, you've got to go for backup\nTo do what you gotta do.\nSo you'll be back with France CU\nTraitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\nYou put the poison in my tea\nAnd kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\nI'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\nAwoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\nCompetition, stimulation for the rap man\n\nLosers check your tooters\nWhile I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\nDon't play macho, while you got the gun\nCause if you got to reload\n\nWyclef the multi-talented\nAverage heads can't handle it\nI'll bring it to you live\nOnly if you want it\n\nMe and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n(C'mon check out my melody)\nThe W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\nThrough any contest\nI'm victorious\nStill keep it real, if you will and manifest\nThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\nI'm a bring down the ruckus\nPlay the nutcracker\nRough-neck rednecks make me no bother\nTime after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\nBoss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\nMotion, commotion, what's your proposal\nUphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\nLike utensil, false idental,\nI autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\nI'm the L, Won't you pull it\nStraight to the head\nWith the speed of a bullet\nCuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\nLyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\nHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\nDreams of euphoria\nAurora\nTo another galaxy\nPhallic-sy\n\nBe this microphone, but get lifted\nLyrically I'm gifted\nBurn on in without the roach clip (it)\nHenders, mind-bender\nPleasure sender\n\nSo frequently your nerve endings belong to me\nWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\nWack niggas choke\nFrom the fumes that I emote,\nOr emit shit\n\nSee even I feel the mahogany L\nNatural hallucinogen\nTurning boys to men again\nWith estrogen dreams\nRelease blues, yellows and greens\nFrom Brownsville to Queens\n\nYou rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\nReady or not. Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Score\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Greatest Hits - Fugees\n  duration_ms: 249921\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Look into the rhyme\n  Rum to the ripple\n  Sing boo\n  But at times I come in triple\n\n  Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n  Now you dead\n  Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n  Raaaaah, raaaah\n  Let me attack just like the black cat\n\n  You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n  Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n  To do what you gotta do.\n  So you'll be back with France CU\n  Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\n  You put the poison in my tea\n  And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n  I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n  Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n  Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n\n  Losers check your tooters\n  While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n  Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n  Cause if you got to reload\n\n  Wyclef the multi-talented\n  Average heads can't handle it\n  I'll bring it to you live\n  Only if you want it\n\n  Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n  (C'mon check out my melody)\n  The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n  Through any contest\n  I'm victorious\n  Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n  Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\n  I'm a bring down the ruckus\n  Play the nutcracker\n  Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n  Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n  Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\n  Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n  Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n  Like utensil, false idental,\n  I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\n  I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n  Straight to the head\n  With the speed of a bullet\n  Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n  Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\n  Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n  Dreams of euphoria\n  Aurora\n  To another galaxy\n  Phallic-sy\n\n  Be this microphone, but get lifted\n  Lyrically I'm gifted\n  Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n  Henders, mind-bender\n  Pleasure sender\n\n  So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n  Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n  Wack niggas choke\n  From the fumes that I emote,\n  Or emit shit\n\n  See even I feel the mahogany L\n  Natural hallucinogen\n  Turning boys to men again\n  With estrogen dreams\n  Release blues, yellows and greens\n  From Brownsville to Queens\n\n  You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n  'Cause we soft spoken\n  Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  Now we permanently one\n  And one day you will be forgotten\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\n  I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  (We know where to run)\n  And start flakin' like dandruff\n\n  C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  On the right, analytical conceptions\n  With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  Bing! ha, ha, ha\n\n  All they do is front and lie man\n  Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  You alright? You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n\n  Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  Nigga that's the only one\n  How many Michelle's is there?\n  She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  Know what I'm saying...\n"},{"id":18030353,"name":"THE BEAST","trackName":"THE BEAST","artistName":"FUGEES","albumName":"FUGEES   THE SCORE","duration":337.2,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Warn the town the beast is loose,\nWord 'em up y'all\nC'mon\n\nConflicts with night sticks illegal sales districts,\nHand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich\nHeretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks\nCool cliques throw bricks but seldom get targets\nPrivate-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks\nThe 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich sucks dick\n\nMeanwhile the government brings Star Wars from glocks to glockers\nC.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca\nMista Mayor, can I say something in yo honor\nYesterday in Central Park they got the Jogger (Okay, okay)\nLet's get the confusion straight in ghetto Gotham\nThe man behind the mask you thought was Batman is Bill Clinton\nWho soon retire, the roof is on fire\nConnie Chung brung the bomb as it comes from Oklahoma\nThings are getting serious, Kuumbaya\nOn a mountain satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah\n\nI can't sleep at night\n\nYou can't search me without probable cause\nOr that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion\nListen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction\nYou planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin\nNow you ask me for my license/registration\n\"WHAT THE F**K\" is my name, \"WHAT THE F**K\" is my occupation\nWell I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees\nMother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now the cops got Lolly\n\nThe subconscious psychology that you use against me\nIf I lose control will send me to the penetentiary\nSuch as Alcatraz, or shot up like al Hajj Malik Shabazz\nHigh class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed\nAnd the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was\nAnd if you too powerful, you get bugged like Peter Tosh and Marley was\nAnd my word does nothing against the feds\nSo my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, WORD UP\n\nWarn the town the beast is loose\nAh - ah, Ah - ah Word 'em up y'all\nWarn the town the beast is loose\nAh - ah, Ah - ah Word 'em up y'all\n\nThe chase is on I feel like the bad guy\nFifth gear 125 like New Jersey drive\nLooked in my rear view mirror, police was getting closer\nHeard a roar in the sky, looked up and saw the Blue Thunder\nMy inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender\nBUT TO WHO? The star spangled banner ooh\nSay can't you see cops more crooked than we\nBy the dawn early night robbing niggas for kis\nEasy low key crooked military\nPay taxes out my ass but they still harass me.\n\nThe streets of corruption got me busting and cussin' in the concrete jungle\nThoughts being dribbled like that tall kid Mutumbo\nHandled by Hannibal\nSoon I'm gonna be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble\n(Hey yo should I slow down?) Nah kid go faster,\nJust cause they got a badge, they could still be impostors\nProbable cause, got flaws like dirty draws\nMeet me at the corner store so we can start the street wars\n\nWarn the town the beast is loose\nAh - ah, Ah - ah,\nWarn the town\nWarn the town\n\nI can't sleep at night? to the beast\ncomin' to get me\nRefugee Camp\nWatch out for Gestapo","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.13] Warn the town the beast is loose,\n[00:16.98] Word 'em up y'all\n[00:22.95] C'mon\n[00:23.63] Conflicts with night sticks illegal sales districts,\n[00:26.67] Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich\n[00:29.47] Heretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks\n[00:32.75] Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom get targets\n[00:35.46] Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks\n[00:38.57] The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich sucks dick\n[00:41.95] Meanwhile the government brings Star Wars from glocks to glockers\n[00:46.26] C.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca\n[00:48.52] Mista Mayor, can I say something in yo honor\n[00:51.49] Yesterday in Central Park they got the Jogger (Okay, okay)\n[00:54.63] Let's get the confusion straight in ghetto Gotham\n[00:57.35] The man behind the mask you thought was Batman is Bill Clinton\n[01:00.34] Who soon retire, the roof is on fire\n[01:02.78] Connie Chung brung the bomb as it comes from Oklahoma\n[01:06.03] Things are getting serious, Kuumbaya\n[01:08.72] On a mountain satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah\n[01:19.14] I can't sleep at night\n[01:20.30] You can't search me without probable cause\n[01:23.88] Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion\n[01:27.17] Listen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction\n[01:30.02] You planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin\n[01:33.13] Now you ask me for my license/registration\n[01:35.12] \"WHAT THE F**K\" is my name, \"WHAT THE F**K\" is my occupation\n[01:39.31] Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees\n[01:41.79] Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now the cops got Lolly\n[01:45.11] The subconscious psychology that you use against me\n[01:47.93] If I lose control will send me to the penetentiary\n[01:49.97] Such as Alcatraz, or shot up like al Hajj Malik Shabazz\n[01:54.25] High class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed\n[01:57.22] And the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was\n[01:59.82] And if you too powerful, you get bugged like Peter Tosh and Marley was\n[02:03.38] And my word does nothing against the feds\n[02:05.39] So my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, WORD UP\n[02:09.10] Warn the town the beast is loose\n[02:12.44] Ah - ah, Ah - ah Word 'em up y'all\n[02:15.06] Warn the town the beast is loose\n[02:18.47] Ah - ah, Ah - ah Word 'em up y'all\n[02:21.29] The chase is on I feel like the bad guy\n[02:23.63] Fifth gear 125 like New Jersey drive\n[02:26.98] Looked in my rear view mirror, police was getting closer\n[02:29.78] Heard a roar in the sky, looked up and saw the Blue Thunder\n[02:33.36] My inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender\n[02:36.44] BUT TO WHO? The star spangled banner ooh\n[02:39.13] Say can't you see cops more crooked than we\n[02:41.75] By the dawn early night robbing niggas for kis\n[02:44.87] Easy low key crooked military\n[02:47.75] Pay taxes out my ass but they still harass me.\n[02:56.79] The streets of corruption got me busting and cussin' in the concrete jungle\n[03:01.48] Thoughts being dribbled like that tall kid Mutumbo\n[03:04.43] Handled by Hannibal\n[03:05.96] Soon I'm gonna be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble\n[03:08.70] (Hey yo should I slow down?) 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(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? 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? 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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":7154735,"name":"The Score","trackName":"The Score","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Very Best Of Fugees","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\n(I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n(Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nLook into the rhyme\nRum to the ripple\nSing boo\nBut at times I come in triple\n\nBlaow, blaow put the heater to your head\nNow you dead\nWyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\nRaaaaah, raaaah\nLet me attack just like the black cat\n\nYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\nHooo, you've got to go for backup\nTo do what you gotta do.\nSo you'll be back with France CU\nTraitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\nYou put the poison in my tea\nAnd kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\nI'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\nAwoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\nCompetition, stimulation for the rap man\n\nLosers check your tooters\nWhile I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\nDon't play macho, while you got the gun\nCause if you got to reload\n\nWyclef the multi-talented\nAverage heads can't handle it\nI'll bring it to you live\nOnly if you want it\n\nMe and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n(C'mon check out my melody)\nThe W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\nThrough any contest\nI'm victorious\nStill keep it real, if you will and manifest\nThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\nI'm a bring down the ruckus\nPlay the nutcracker\nRough-neck rednecks make me no bother\nTime after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\nBoss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\nMotion, commotion, what's your proposal\nUphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\nLike utensil, false idental,\nI autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\nI'm the L, Won't you pull it\nStraight to the head\nWith the speed of a bullet\nCuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\nLyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\nHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\nDreams of euphoria\nAurora\nTo another galaxy\nPhallic-sy\n\nBe this microphone, but get lifted\nLyrically I'm gifted\nBurn on in without the roach clip (it)\nHenders, mind-bender\nPleasure sender\n\nSo frequently your nerve endings belong to me\nWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\nWack niggas choke\nFrom the fumes that I emote,\nOr emit shit\n\nSee even I feel the mahogany L\nNatural hallucinogen\nTurning boys to men again\nWith estrogen dreams\nRelease blues, yellows and greens\nFrom Brownsville to Queens\n\nYou rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\nReady or not. Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Score\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Very Best Of Fugees\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Look into the rhyme\n  Rum to the ripple\n  Sing boo\n  But at times I come in triple\n\n  Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n  Now you dead\n  Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n  Raaaaah, raaaah\n  Let me attack just like the black cat\n\n  You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n  Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n  To do what you gotta do.\n  So you'll be back with France CU\n  Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\n  You put the poison in my tea\n  And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n  I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n  Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n  Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n\n  Losers check your tooters\n  While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n  Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n  Cause if you got to reload\n\n  Wyclef the multi-talented\n  Average heads can't handle it\n  I'll bring it to you live\n  Only if you want it\n\n  Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n  (C'mon check out my melody)\n  The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n  Through any contest\n  I'm victorious\n  Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n  Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\n  I'm a bring down the ruckus\n  Play the nutcracker\n  Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n  Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n  Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\n  Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n  Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n  Like utensil, false idental,\n  I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\n  I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n  Straight to the head\n  With the speed of a bullet\n  Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n  Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\n  Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n  Dreams of euphoria\n  Aurora\n  To another galaxy\n  Phallic-sy\n\n  Be this microphone, but get lifted\n  Lyrically I'm gifted\n  Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n  Henders, mind-bender\n  Pleasure sender\n\n  So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n  Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n  Wack niggas choke\n  From the fumes that I emote,\n  Or emit shit\n\n  See even I feel the mahogany L\n  Natural hallucinogen\n  Turning boys to men again\n  With estrogen dreams\n  Release blues, yellows and greens\n  From Brownsville to Queens\n\n  You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n  'Cause we soft spoken\n  Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  Now we permanently one\n  And one day you will be forgotten\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\n  I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  (We know where to run)\n  And start flakin' like dandruff\n\n  C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  On the right, analytical conceptions\n  With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  Bing! ha, ha, ha\n\n  All they do is front and lie man\n  Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  You alright? You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n\n  Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  Nigga that's the only one\n  How many Michelle's is there?\n  She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  Know what I'm saying...\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":17965844,"name":"The Beast","trackName":"The Beast","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Fugees - The Score","duration":337.248812,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Warn the town the beast is loose,\nWord 'em up y'all\nC'mon\n\nConflicts with night sticks illegal sales districts,\nHand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich\nHeretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks\nCool cliques throw bricks but seldom get targets\nPrivate-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks\nThe 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich sucks dick\n\nMeanwhile the government brings Star Wars from glocks to glockers\nC.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca\nMista Mayor, can I say something in yo honor\nYesterday in Central Park they got the Jogger (Okay, okay)\nLet's get the confusion straight in ghetto Gotham\nThe man behind the mask you thought was Batman is Bill Clinton\nWho soon retire, the roof is on fire\nConnie Chung brung the bomb as it comes from Oklahoma\nThings are getting serious, Kuumbaya\nOn a mountain satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah\n\nI can't sleep at night\n\nYou can't search me without probable cause\nOr that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion\nListen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction\nYou planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin\nNow you ask me for my license/registration\n\"WHAT THE F**K\" is my name, \"WHAT THE F**K\" is my occupation\nWell I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees\nMother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now the cops got Lolly\n\nThe subconscious psychology that you use against me\nIf I lose control will send me to the penetentiary\nSuch as Alcatraz, or shot up like al Hajj Malik Shabazz\nHigh class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed\nAnd the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was\nAnd if you too powerful, you get bugged like Peter Tosh and Marley was\nAnd my word does nothing against the feds\nSo my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, WORD UP\n\nWarn the town the beast is loose\nAh - ah, Ah - ah Word 'em up y'all\nWarn the town the beast is loose\nAh - ah, Ah - ah Word 'em up y'all\n\nThe chase is on I feel like the bad guy\nFifth gear 125 like New Jersey drive\nLooked in my rear view mirror, police was getting closer\nHeard a roar in the sky, looked up and saw the Blue Thunder\nMy inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender\nBUT TO WHO? The star spangled banner ooh\nSay can't you see cops more crooked than we\nBy the dawn early night robbing niggas for kis\nEasy low key crooked military\nPay taxes out my ass but they still harass me.\n\nThe streets of corruption got me busting and cussin' in the concrete jungle\nThoughts being dribbled like that tall kid Mutumbo\nHandled by Hannibal\nSoon I'm gonna be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble\n(Hey yo should I slow down?) Nah kid go faster,\nJust cause they got a badge, they could still be impostors\nProbable cause, got flaws like dirty draws\nMeet me at the corner store so we can start the street wars\n\nWarn the town the beast is loose\nAh - ah, Ah - ah,\nWarn the town\nWarn the town\n\nI can't sleep at night? to the beast\ncomin' to get me\nRefugee Camp\nWatch out for Gestapo","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.13] Warn the town the beast is loose,\n[00:16.98] Word 'em up y'all\n[00:22.95] C'mon\n[00:23.63] Conflicts with night sticks illegal sales districts,\n[00:26.67] Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich\n[00:29.47] Heretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks\n[00:32.75] Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom get targets\n[00:35.46] Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks\n[00:38.57] The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich sucks dick\n[00:41.95] Meanwhile the government brings Star Wars from glocks to glockers\n[00:46.26] C.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca\n[00:48.52] Mista Mayor, can I say something in yo honor\n[00:51.49] Yesterday in Central Park they got the Jogger (Okay, okay)\n[00:54.63] Let's get the confusion straight in ghetto Gotham\n[00:57.35] The man behind the mask you thought was Batman is Bill Clinton\n[01:00.34] Who soon retire, the roof is on fire\n[01:02.78] Connie Chung brung the bomb as it comes from Oklahoma\n[01:06.03] Things are getting serious, Kuumbaya\n[01:08.72] On a mountain satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah\n[01:19.14] I can't sleep at night\n[01:20.30] You can't search me without probable cause\n[01:23.88] Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion\n[01:27.17] Listen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction\n[01:30.02] You planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin\n[01:33.13] Now you ask me for my license/registration\n[01:35.12] \"WHAT THE F**K\" is my name, \"WHAT THE F**K\" is my occupation\n[01:39.31] Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees\n[01:41.79] Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now the cops got Lolly\n[01:45.11] The subconscious psychology that you use against me\n[01:47.93] If I lose control will send me to the penetentiary\n[01:49.97] Such as Alcatraz, or shot up like al Hajj Malik Shabazz\n[01:54.25] High class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed\n[01:57.22] And the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was\n[01:59.82] And if you too powerful, you get bugged like Peter Tosh and Marley was\n[02:03.38] And my word does nothing against the feds\n[02:05.39] So my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, WORD UP\n[02:09.10] Warn the town the beast is loose\n[02:12.44] Ah - ah, Ah - ah Word 'em up y'all\n[02:15.06] Warn the town the beast is loose\n[02:18.47] Ah - ah, Ah - ah Word 'em up y'all\n[02:21.29] The chase is on I feel like the bad guy\n[02:23.63] Fifth gear 125 like New Jersey drive\n[02:26.98] Looked in my rear view mirror, police was getting closer\n[02:29.78] Heard a roar in the sky, looked up and saw the Blue Thunder\n[02:33.36] My inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender\n[02:36.44] BUT TO WHO? The star spangled banner ooh\n[02:39.13] Say can't you see cops more crooked than we\n[02:41.75] By the dawn early night robbing niggas for kis\n[02:44.87] Easy low key crooked military\n[02:47.75] Pay taxes out my ass but they still harass me.\n[02:56.79] The streets of corruption got me busting and cussin' in the concrete jungle\n[03:01.48] Thoughts being dribbled like that tall kid Mutumbo\n[03:04.43] Handled by Hannibal\n[03:05.96] Soon I'm gonna be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble\n[03:08.70] (Hey yo should I slow down?) 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Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n[00:03.27] It's time to settle the score\n[00:05.76] (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n[00:08.03] (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n[00:10.75] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n[00:12.70] Soldiers\n[00:13.99] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[00:16.54] (It's time to settle the score)\n[00:17.30] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[00:21.53] (It's time to settle the score)\n[00:22.69] Look into the rhyme\n[00:24.11] Rum to the ripple\n[00:25.56] Sing boo\n[00:26.35] But at times I come in triple\n[00:27.66] Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n[00:30.02] Now you dead\n[00:31.05] Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n[00:32.73] Raaaaah, raaaah\n[00:33.72] Let me attack just like the black cat\n[00:35.54] You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n[00:37.50] Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n[00:39.50] To do what you gotta do.\n[00:41.01] So you'll be back with France CU\n[00:42.42] Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n[00:43.93] You put the poison in my tea\n[00:45.89] And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n[00:47.68] I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n[00:49.97] Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n[00:52.75] Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n[00:54.70] Losers check your tooters\n[00:56.13] While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n[00:57.74] Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n[00:59.46] Cause if you got to reload\n[01:22.09] Wyclef the multi-talented\n[01:23.68] Average heads can't handle it\n[01:24.20] I'll bring it to you live\n[01:25.79] Only if you want it\n[01:27.16] Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n[01:30.94] (C'mon check out my melody)\n[01:32.09] The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n[01:35.49] Through any contest\n[01:36.43] I'm victorious\n[01:37.30] Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n[01:39.36] Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n[01:41.99] I'm a bring down the ruckus\n[01:43.17] Play the nutcracker\n[01:44.29] Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n[01:46.74] Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n[01:49.20] Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n[01:51.61] Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n[01:54.29] Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n[01:56.71] Like utensil, false idental,\n[01:59.32] I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n[02:21.30] I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n[02:22.93] Straight to the head\n[02:23.85] With the speed of a bullet\n[02:25.60] Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n[02:27.52] Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n[02:29.32] Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n[02:31.75] Dreams of euphoria\n[02:32.82] Aurora\n[02:33.36] To another galaxy\n[02:34.00] Phallic-sy\n[02:35.19] Be this microphone, but get lifted\n[02:36.96] Lyrically I'm gifted\n[02:38.18] Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n[02:39.99] Henders, mind-bender\n[02:41.35] Pleasure sender\n[02:41.74] So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n[02:43.54] Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n[02:47.44] Wack niggas choke\n[02:49.94] From the fumes that I emote,\n[02:51.18] Or emit shit\n[02:52.14] See even I feel the mahogany L\n[02:53.71] Natural hallucinogen\n[02:55.17] Turning boys to men again\n[02:56.22] With estrogen dreams\n[02:57.32] Release blues, yellows and greens\n[02:58.14] From Brownsville to Queens\n[02:59.36] You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n[03:01.47] It's time to settle the score\n[03:02.59] Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n[03:06.08] 'Cause we soft spoken\n[03:07.22] Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n[03:08.23] Now we permanently one\n[03:09.78] And one day you will be forgotten\n[03:11.08] Soldiers\n[03:11.60] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[03:12.40] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:15.47] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[03:19.13] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:19.76] Soldiers\n[03:20.83] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[03:23.96] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:25.46] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[03:28.99] (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n[03:30.57] I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n[03:33.16] I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n[03:35.57] You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n[03:38.16] (We know where to run)\n[03:39.02] And start flakin' like dandruff\n[03:40.61] C'mon son my steelo's tight\n[03:42.95] Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n[03:45.44] On the right, analytical conceptions\n[03:47.89] With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n[03:50.56] Bing! ha, ha, ha\n[03:53.81] \n[04:08.50] All they do is front and lie man\n[04:10.42] Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n[04:13.78] You alright? You straight?\n[04:14.53] Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n[04:15.28] Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n[04:17.95] Man I been fucked Michelle\n[04:19.63] Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n[04:22.38] From 225th Street?\n[04:23.47] Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n[04:26.25] That play ball in the park\n[04:27.56] Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n[04:30.66] Man I been fuckin' her\n[04:32.05] What happened?\n[04:33.16] What he say? What he say about her?\n[04:34.12] He said he fucked her\n[04:35.89] But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n[04:38.24] Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n[04:39.75] Come here, come her\n[04:42.14] Ask her...\n[04:42.69] Yo', you fuck Jay?\n[04:43.74] Hell no, eeeuw. 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What?\n  start_ms: 283740\n  end_ms: 285330\n- text: Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  start_ms: 285330\n  end_ms: 289250\n- text: That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  start_ms: 289250\n  end_ms: 292410\n- text: Nigga that's the only one\n  start_ms: 292410\n  end_ms: 293890\n- text: How many Michelle's is there?\n  start_ms: 293890\n  end_ms: 295770\n- text: She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  start_ms: 295770\n  end_ms: 297930\n- text: Know what I'm saying...\n  start_ms: 297930\n  end_ms: 299140\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 299140\nplain: |-\n  You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Look into the rhyme\n  Rum to the ripple\n  Sing boo\n  But at times I come in triple\n\n  Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n  Now you dead\n  Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n  Raaaaah, raaaah\n  Let me attack just like the black cat\n\n  You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n  Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n  To do what you gotta do.\n  So you'll be back with France CU\n  Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\n  You put the poison in my tea\n  And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n  I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n  Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n  Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n\n  Losers check your tooters\n  While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n  Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n  Cause if you got to reload\n\n  Wyclef the multi-talented\n  Average heads can't handle it\n  I'll bring it to you live\n  Only if you want it\n\n  Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n  (C'mon check out my melody)\n  The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n  Through any contest\n  I'm victorious\n  Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n  Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\n  I'm a bring down the ruckus\n  Play the nutcracker\n  Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n  Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n  Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\n  Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n  Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n  Like utensil, false idental,\n  I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\n  I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n  Straight to the head\n  With the speed of a bullet\n  Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n  Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\n  Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n  Dreams of euphoria\n  Aurora\n  To another galaxy\n  Phallic-sy\n\n  Be this microphone, but get lifted\n  Lyrically I'm gifted\n  Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n  Henders, mind-bender\n  Pleasure sender\n\n  So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n  Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n  Wack niggas choke\n  From the fumes that I emote,\n  Or emit shit\n\n  See even I feel the mahogany L\n  Natural hallucinogen\n  Turning boys to men again\n  With estrogen dreams\n  Release blues, yellows and greens\n  From Brownsville to Queens\n\n  You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n  'Cause we soft spoken\n  Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  Now we permanently one\n  And one day you will be forgotten\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\n  I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  (We know where to run)\n  And start flakin' like dandruff\n\n  C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  On the right, analytical conceptions\n  With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  Bing! ha, ha, ha\n\n  All they do is front and lie man\n  Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  You alright? You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n\n  Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  Nigga that's the only one\n  How many Michelle's is there?\n  She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  Know what I'm saying...\n"},{"id":39324165,"name":"The Score","trackName":"The Score","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"Playlist: The Very Best of the Fugees","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\n(I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n(Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nLook into the rhyme\nRum to the ripple\nSing boo\nBut at times I come in triple\n\nBlaow, blaow put the heater to your head\nNow you dead\nWyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\nRaaaaah, raaaah\nLet me attack just like the black cat\n\nYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\nHooo, you've got to go for backup\nTo do what you gotta do.\nSo you'll be back with France CU\nTraitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\nYou put the poison in my tea\nAnd kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\nI'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\nAwoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\nCompetition, stimulation for the rap man\n\nLosers check your tooters\nWhile I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\nDon't play macho, while you got the gun\nCause if you got to reload\n\nWyclef the multi-talented\nAverage heads can't handle it\nI'll bring it to you live\nOnly if you want it\n\nMe and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n(C'mon check out my melody)\nThe W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\nThrough any contest\nI'm victorious\nStill keep it real, if you will and manifest\nThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\nI'm a bring down the ruckus\nPlay the nutcracker\nRough-neck rednecks make me no bother\nTime after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\nBoss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\nMotion, commotion, what's your proposal\nUphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\nLike utensil, false idental,\nI autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\nI'm the L, Won't you pull it\nStraight to the head\nWith the speed of a bullet\nCuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\nLyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\nHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\nDreams of euphoria\nAurora\nTo another galaxy\nPhallic-sy\n\nBe this microphone, but get lifted\nLyrically I'm gifted\nBurn on in without the roach clip (it)\nHenders, mind-bender\nPleasure sender\n\nSo frequently your nerve endings belong to me\nWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\nWack niggas choke\nFrom the fumes that I emote,\nOr emit shit\n\nSee even I feel the mahogany L\nNatural hallucinogen\nTurning boys to men again\nWith estrogen dreams\nRelease blues, yellows and greens\nFrom Brownsville to Queens\n\nYou rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\nReady or not. Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Score\n  artist: The Fugees\n  album: 'Playlist: The Very Best of the Fugees'\n  duration_ms: 249760\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Look into the rhyme\n  Rum to the ripple\n  Sing boo\n  But at times I come in triple\n\n  Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n  Now you dead\n  Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n  Raaaaah, raaaah\n  Let me attack just like the black cat\n\n  You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n  Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n  To do what you gotta do.\n  So you'll be back with France CU\n  Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\n  You put the poison in my tea\n  And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n  I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n  Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n  Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n\n  Losers check your tooters\n  While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n  Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n  Cause if you got to reload\n\n  Wyclef the multi-talented\n  Average heads can't handle it\n  I'll bring it to you live\n  Only if you want it\n\n  Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n  (C'mon check out my melody)\n  The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n  Through any contest\n  I'm victorious\n  Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n  Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\n  I'm a bring down the ruckus\n  Play the nutcracker\n  Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n  Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n  Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\n  Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n  Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n  Like utensil, false idental,\n  I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\n  I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n  Straight to the head\n  With the speed of a bullet\n  Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n  Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\n  Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n  Dreams of euphoria\n  Aurora\n  To another galaxy\n  Phallic-sy\n\n  Be this microphone, but get lifted\n  Lyrically I'm gifted\n  Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n  Henders, mind-bender\n  Pleasure sender\n\n  So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n  Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n  Wack niggas choke\n  From the fumes that I emote,\n  Or emit shit\n\n  See even I feel the mahogany L\n  Natural hallucinogen\n  Turning boys to men again\n  With estrogen dreams\n  Release blues, yellows and greens\n  From Brownsville to Queens\n\n  You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n  'Cause we soft spoken\n  Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  Now we permanently one\n  And one day you will be forgotten\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\n  I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  (We know where to run)\n  And start flakin' like dandruff\n\n  C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  On the right, analytical conceptions\n  With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  Bing! ha, ha, ha\n\n  All they do is front and lie man\n  Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  You alright? You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n\n  Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  Nigga that's the only one\n  How many Michelle's is there?\n  She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  Know what I'm saying...\n"},{"id":37709348,"name":"The Score [Explicit] (Fugees feat. Diamond D)","trackName":"The Score [Explicit] (Fugees feat. Diamond D)","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"The Score (Expanded Edition) [Explicit]","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\n(I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n(Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nLook into the rhyme\nRum to the ripple\nSing boo\nBut at times I come in triple\n\nBlaow, blaow put the heater to your head\nNow you dead\nWyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\nRaaaaah, raaaah\nLet me attack just like the black cat\n\nYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\nHooo, you've got to go for backup\nTo do what you gotta do.\nSo you'll be back with France CU\nTraitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\nYou put the poison in my tea\nAnd kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\nI'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\nAwoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\nCompetition, stimulation for the rap man\n\nLosers check your tooters\nWhile I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\nDon't play macho, while you got the gun\nCause if you got to reload\n\nWyclef the multi-talented\nAverage heads can't handle it\nI'll bring it to you live\nOnly if you want it\n\nMe and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n(C'mon check out my melody)\nThe W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\nThrough any contest\nI'm victorious\nStill keep it real, if you will and manifest\nThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\nI'm a bring down the ruckus\nPlay the nutcracker\nRough-neck rednecks make me no bother\nTime after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\nBoss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\nMotion, commotion, what's your proposal\nUphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\nLike utensil, false idental,\nI autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\nI'm the L, Won't you pull it\nStraight to the head\nWith the speed of a bullet\nCuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\nLyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\nHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\nDreams of euphoria\nAurora\nTo another galaxy\nPhallic-sy\n\nBe this microphone, but get lifted\nLyrically I'm gifted\nBurn on in without the roach clip (it)\nHenders, mind-bender\nPleasure sender\n\nSo frequently your nerve endings belong to me\nWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\nWack niggas choke\nFrom the fumes that I emote,\nOr emit shit\n\nSee even I feel the mahogany L\nNatural hallucinogen\nTurning boys to men again\nWith estrogen dreams\nRelease blues, yellows and greens\nFrom Brownsville to Queens\n\nYou rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\nReady or not. Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Score [Explicit] (Fugees feat. Diamond D)\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Score (Expanded Edition) [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Look into the rhyme\n  Rum to the ripple\n  Sing boo\n  But at times I come in triple\n\n  Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n  Now you dead\n  Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n  Raaaaah, raaaah\n  Let me attack just like the black cat\n\n  You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n  Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n  To do what you gotta do.\n  So you'll be back with France CU\n  Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\n  You put the poison in my tea\n  And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n  I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n  Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n  Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n\n  Losers check your tooters\n  While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n  Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n  Cause if you got to reload\n\n  Wyclef the multi-talented\n  Average heads can't handle it\n  I'll bring it to you live\n  Only if you want it\n\n  Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n  (C'mon check out my melody)\n  The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n  Through any contest\n  I'm victorious\n  Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n  Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\n  I'm a bring down the ruckus\n  Play the nutcracker\n  Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n  Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n  Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\n  Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n  Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n  Like utensil, false idental,\n  I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\n  I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n  Straight to the head\n  With the speed of a bullet\n  Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n  Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\n  Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n  Dreams of euphoria\n  Aurora\n  To another galaxy\n  Phallic-sy\n\n  Be this microphone, but get lifted\n  Lyrically I'm gifted\n  Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n  Henders, mind-bender\n  Pleasure sender\n\n  So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n  Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n  Wack niggas choke\n  From the fumes that I emote,\n  Or emit shit\n\n  See even I feel the mahogany L\n  Natural hallucinogen\n  Turning boys to men again\n  With estrogen dreams\n  Release blues, yellows and greens\n  From Brownsville to Queens\n\n  You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n  'Cause we soft spoken\n  Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  Now we permanently one\n  And one day you will be forgotten\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\n  I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  (We know where to run)\n  And start flakin' like dandruff\n\n  C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  On the right, analytical conceptions\n  With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  Bing! ha, ha, ha\n\n  All they do is front and lie man\n  Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  You alright? You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n\n  Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  Nigga that's the only one\n  How many Michelle's is there?\n  She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  Know what I'm saying...\n"},{"id":14693231,"name":"The Score","trackName":"The Score","artistName":"Fugees","albumName":"Playlist: the very best of Fugees","duration":247.653333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\n(I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n(Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nLook into the rhyme\nRum to the ripple\nSing boo\nBut at times I come in triple\n\nBlaow, blaow put the heater to your head\nNow you dead\nWyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\nRaaaaah, raaaah\nLet me attack just like the black cat\n\nYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\nHooo, you've got to go for backup\nTo do what you gotta do.\nSo you'll be back with France CU\nTraitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\nYou put the poison in my tea\nAnd kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\nI'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\nAwoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\nCompetition, stimulation for the rap man\n\nLosers check your tooters\nWhile I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\nDon't play macho, while you got the gun\nCause if you got to reload\n\nWyclef the multi-talented\nAverage heads can't handle it\nI'll bring it to you live\nOnly if you want it\n\nMe and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n(C'mon check out my melody)\nThe W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\nThrough any contest\nI'm victorious\nStill keep it real, if you will and manifest\nThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\nI'm a bring down the ruckus\nPlay the nutcracker\nRough-neck rednecks make me no bother\nTime after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\nBoss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\nMotion, commotion, what's your proposal\nUphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\nLike utensil, false idental,\nI autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\nI'm the L, Won't you pull it\nStraight to the head\nWith the speed of a bullet\nCuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\nLyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\nHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\nDreams of euphoria\nAurora\nTo another galaxy\nPhallic-sy\n\nBe this microphone, but get lifted\nLyrically I'm gifted\nBurn on in without the roach clip (it)\nHenders, mind-bender\nPleasure sender\n\nSo frequently your nerve endings belong to me\nWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\nWack niggas choke\nFrom the fumes that I emote,\nOr emit shit\n\nSee even I feel the mahogany L\nNatural hallucinogen\nTurning boys to men again\nWith estrogen dreams\nRelease blues, yellows and greens\nFrom Brownsville to Queens\n\nYou rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\nReady or not. Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Score\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: 'Playlist: the very best of Fugees'\n  duration_ms: 247653\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Look into the rhyme\n  Rum to the ripple\n  Sing boo\n  But at times I come in triple\n\n  Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n  Now you dead\n  Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n  Raaaaah, raaaah\n  Let me attack just like the black cat\n\n  You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n  Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n  To do what you gotta do.\n  So you'll be back with France CU\n  Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\n  You put the poison in my tea\n  And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n  I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n  Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n  Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n\n  Losers check your tooters\n  While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n  Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n  Cause if you got to reload\n\n  Wyclef the multi-talented\n  Average heads can't handle it\n  I'll bring it to you live\n  Only if you want it\n\n  Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n  (C'mon check out my melody)\n  The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n  Through any contest\n  I'm victorious\n  Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n  Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\n  I'm a bring down the ruckus\n  Play the nutcracker\n  Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n  Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n  Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\n  Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n  Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n  Like utensil, false idental,\n  I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\n  I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n  Straight to the head\n  With the speed of a bullet\n  Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n  Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\n  Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n  Dreams of euphoria\n  Aurora\n  To another galaxy\n  Phallic-sy\n\n  Be this microphone, but get lifted\n  Lyrically I'm gifted\n  Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n  Henders, mind-bender\n  Pleasure sender\n\n  So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n  Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n  Wack niggas choke\n  From the fumes that I emote,\n  Or emit shit\n\n  See even I feel the mahogany L\n  Natural hallucinogen\n  Turning boys to men again\n  With estrogen dreams\n  Release blues, yellows and greens\n  From Brownsville to Queens\n\n  You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n  'Cause we soft spoken\n  Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  Now we permanently one\n  And one day you will be forgotten\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\n  I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  (We know where to run)\n  And start flakin' like dandruff\n\n  C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  On the right, analytical conceptions\n  With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  Bing! ha, ha, ha\n\n  All they do is front and lie man\n  Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  You alright? You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n\n  Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  Nigga that's the only one\n  How many Michelle's is there?\n  She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  Know what I'm saying...\n"},{"id":9204667,"name":"The Score","trackName":"The Score","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":302.066,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\n(I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n(Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nLook into the rhyme\nRum to the ripple\nSing boo\nBut at times I come in triple\n\nBlaow, blaow put the heater to your head\nNow you dead\nWyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\nRaaaaah, raaaah\nLet me attack just like the black cat\n\nYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\nHooo, you've got to go for backup\nTo do what you gotta do.\nSo you'll be back with France CU\nTraitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\nYou put the poison in my tea\nAnd kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\nI'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\nAwoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\nCompetition, stimulation for the rap man\n\nLosers check your tooters\nWhile I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\nDon't play macho, while you got the gun\nCause if you got to reload\n\nWyclef the multi-talented\nAverage heads can't handle it\nI'll bring it to you live\nOnly if you want it\n\nMe and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n(C'mon check out my melody)\nThe W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\nThrough any contest\nI'm victorious\nStill keep it real, if you will and manifest\nThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\nI'm a bring down the ruckus\nPlay the nutcracker\nRough-neck rednecks make me no bother\nTime after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\nBoss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\nMotion, commotion, what's your proposal\nUphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\nLike utensil, false idental,\nI autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\nI'm the L, Won't you pull it\nStraight to the head\nWith the speed of a bullet\nCuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\nLyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\nHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\nDreams of euphoria\nAurora\nTo another galaxy\nPhallic-sy\n\nBe this microphone, but get lifted\nLyrically I'm gifted\nBurn on in without the roach clip (it)\nHenders, mind-bender\nPleasure sender\n\nSo frequently your nerve endings belong to me\nWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\nWack niggas choke\nFrom the fumes that I emote,\nOr emit shit\n\nSee even I feel the mahogany L\nNatural hallucinogen\nTurning boys to men again\nWith estrogen dreams\nRelease blues, yellows and greens\nFrom Brownsville to Queens\n\nYou rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\nReady or not. Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n[00:03.27] It's time to settle the score\n[00:05.76] (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n[00:08.03] (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n[00:10.75] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n[00:12.70] Soldiers\n[00:13.99] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[00:16.54] (It's time to settle the score)\n[00:17.30] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[00:21.53] (It's time to settle the score)\n[00:22.69] Look into the rhyme\n[00:24.11] Rum to the ripple\n[00:25.56] Sing boo\n[00:26.35] But at times I come in triple\n[00:27.66] Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n[00:30.02] Now you dead\n[00:31.05] Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n[00:32.73] Raaaaah, raaaah\n[00:33.72] Let me attack just like the black cat\n[00:35.54] You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n[00:37.50] Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n[00:39.50] To do what you gotta do.\n[00:41.01] So you'll be back with France CU\n[00:42.42] Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n[00:43.93] You put the poison in my tea\n[00:45.89] And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n[00:47.68] I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n[00:49.97] Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n[00:52.75] Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n[00:54.70] Losers check your tooters\n[00:56.13] While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n[00:57.74] Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n[00:59.46] Cause if you got to reload\n[01:22.09] Wyclef the multi-talented\n[01:23.68] Average heads can't handle it\n[01:24.20] I'll bring it to you live\n[01:25.79] Only if you want it\n[01:27.16] Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n[01:30.94] (C'mon check out my melody)\n[01:32.09] The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n[01:35.49] Through any contest\n[01:36.43] I'm victorious\n[01:37.30] Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n[01:39.36] Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n[01:41.99] I'm a bring down the ruckus\n[01:43.17] Play the nutcracker\n[01:44.29] Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n[01:46.74] Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n[01:49.20] Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n[01:51.61] Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n[01:54.29] Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n[01:56.71] Like utensil, false idental,\n[01:59.32] I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n[02:21.30] I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n[02:22.93] Straight to the head\n[02:23.85] With the speed of a bullet\n[02:25.60] Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n[02:27.52] Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n[02:29.32] Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n[02:31.75] Dreams of euphoria\n[02:32.82] Aurora\n[02:33.36] To another galaxy\n[02:34.00] Phallic-sy\n[02:35.19] Be this microphone, but get lifted\n[02:36.96] Lyrically I'm gifted\n[02:38.18] Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n[02:39.99] Henders, mind-bender\n[02:41.35] Pleasure sender\n[02:41.74] So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n[02:43.54] Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n[02:47.44] Wack niggas choke\n[02:49.94] From the fumes that I emote,\n[02:51.18] Or emit shit\n[02:52.14] See even I feel the mahogany L\n[02:53.71] Natural hallucinogen\n[02:55.17] Turning boys to men again\n[02:56.22] With estrogen dreams\n[02:57.32] Release blues, yellows and greens\n[02:58.14] From Brownsville to Queens\n[02:59.36] You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n[03:01.47] It's time to settle the score\n[03:02.59] Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n[03:06.08] 'Cause we soft spoken\n[03:07.22] Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n[03:08.23] Now we permanently one\n[03:09.78] And one day you will be forgotten\n[03:11.08] Soldiers\n[03:11.60] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[03:12.40] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:15.47] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[03:19.13] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:19.76] Soldiers\n[03:20.83] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[03:23.96] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:25.46] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[03:28.99] (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n[03:30.57] I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n[03:33.16] I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n[03:35.57] You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n[03:38.16] (We know where to run)\n[03:39.02] And start flakin' like dandruff\n[03:40.61] C'mon son my steelo's tight\n[03:42.95] Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n[03:45.44] On the right, analytical conceptions\n[03:47.89] With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n[03:50.56] Bing! ha, ha, ha\n[03:53.81] \n[04:08.50] All they do is front and lie man\n[04:10.42] Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n[04:13.78] You alright? You straight?\n[04:14.53] Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n[04:15.28] Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n[04:17.95] Man I been fucked Michelle\n[04:19.63] Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n[04:22.38] From 225th Street?\n[04:23.47] Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n[04:26.25] That play ball in the park\n[04:27.56] Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n[04:30.66] Man I been fuckin' her\n[04:32.05] What happened?\n[04:33.16] What he say? What he say about her?\n[04:34.12] He said he fucked her\n[04:35.89] But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n[04:38.24] Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n[04:39.75] Come here, come her\n[04:42.14] Ask her...\n[04:42.69] Yo', you fuck Jay?\n[04:43.74] Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n[04:45.33] Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n[04:49.25] That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n[04:52.41] Nigga that's the only one\n[04:53.89] How many Michelle's is there?\n[04:55.77] She got a cousin or some shit like that\n[04:57.93] Know what I'm saying...\n[04:59.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Score\n  artist: The Fugees\n  album: The Score\n  duration_ms: 302066\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  start_ms: 80\n  end_ms: 3270\n- text: It's time to settle the score\n  start_ms: 3270\n  end_ms: 5760\n- text: (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  start_ms: 5760\n  end_ms: 8030\n- text: (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  start_ms: 8030\n  end_ms: 10750\n- text: Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n  start_ms: 10750\n  end_ms: 12700\n- text: Soldiers\n  start_ms: 12700\n  end_ms: 13990\n- text: Left, right, left, right, 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You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. 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Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n[00:03.27] It's time to settle the score\n[00:05.76] (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n[00:08.03] (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n[00:10.75] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n[00:12.70] Soldiers\n[00:13.99] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[00:16.54] (It's time to settle the score)\n[00:17.30] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[00:21.53] (It's time to settle the score)\n[00:22.69] Look into the rhyme\n[00:24.11] Rum to the ripple\n[00:25.56] Sing boo\n[00:26.35] But at times I come in triple\n[00:27.66] Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n[00:30.02] Now you dead\n[00:31.05] Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n[00:32.73] Raaaaah, raaaah\n[00:33.72] Let me attack just like the black cat\n[00:35.54] You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n[00:37.50] Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n[00:39.50] To do what you gotta do.\n[00:41.01] So you'll be back with France CU\n[00:42.42] Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n[00:43.93] You put the poison in my tea\n[00:45.89] And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n[00:47.68] I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n[00:49.97] Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n[00:52.75] Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n[00:54.70] Losers check your tooters\n[00:56.13] While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n[00:57.74] Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n[00:59.46] Cause if you got to reload\n[01:22.09] Wyclef the multi-talented\n[01:23.68] Average heads can't handle it\n[01:24.20] I'll bring it to you live\n[01:25.79] Only if you want it\n[01:27.16] Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n[01:30.94] (C'mon check out my melody)\n[01:32.09] The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n[01:35.49] Through any contest\n[01:36.43] I'm victorious\n[01:37.30] Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n[01:39.36] Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n[01:41.99] I'm a bring down the ruckus\n[01:43.17] Play the nutcracker\n[01:44.29] Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n[01:46.74] Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n[01:49.20] Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n[01:51.61] Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n[01:54.29] Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n[01:56.71] Like utensil, false idental,\n[01:59.32] I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n[02:21.30] I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n[02:22.93] Straight to the head\n[02:23.85] With the speed of a bullet\n[02:25.60] Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n[02:27.52] Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n[02:29.32] Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n[02:31.75] Dreams of euphoria\n[02:32.82] Aurora\n[02:33.36] To another galaxy\n[02:34.00] Phallic-sy\n[02:35.19] Be this microphone, but get lifted\n[02:36.96] Lyrically I'm gifted\n[02:38.18] Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n[02:39.99] Henders, mind-bender\n[02:41.35] Pleasure sender\n[02:41.74] So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n[02:43.54] Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n[02:47.44] Wack niggas choke\n[02:49.94] From the fumes that I emote,\n[02:51.18] Or emit shit\n[02:52.14] See even I feel the mahogany L\n[02:53.71] Natural hallucinogen\n[02:55.17] Turning boys to men again\n[02:56.22] With estrogen dreams\n[02:57.32] Release blues, yellows and greens\n[02:58.14] From Brownsville to Queens\n[02:59.36] You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n[03:01.47] It's time to settle the score\n[03:02.59] Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n[03:06.08] 'Cause we soft spoken\n[03:07.22] Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n[03:08.23] Now we permanently one\n[03:09.78] And one day you will be forgotten\n[03:11.08] Soldiers\n[03:11.60] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[03:12.40] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:15.47] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[03:19.13] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:19.76] Soldiers\n[03:20.83] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[03:23.96] (It's time to settle the score)\n[03:25.46] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[03:28.99] (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n[03:30.57] I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n[03:33.16] I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n[03:35.57] You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n[03:38.16] (We know where to run)\n[03:39.02] And start flakin' like dandruff\n[03:40.61] C'mon son my steelo's tight\n[03:42.95] Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n[03:45.44] On the right, analytical conceptions\n[03:47.89] With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n[03:50.56] Bing! ha, ha, ha\n[03:53.81] \n[04:08.50] All they do is front and lie man\n[04:10.42] Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n[04:13.78] You alright? You straight?\n[04:14.53] Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n[04:15.28] Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n[04:17.95] Man I been fucked Michelle\n[04:19.63] Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n[04:22.38] From 225th Street?\n[04:23.47] Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n[04:26.25] That play ball in the park\n[04:27.56] Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n[04:30.66] Man I been fuckin' her\n[04:32.05] What happened?\n[04:33.16] What he say? What he say about her?\n[04:34.12] He said he fucked her\n[04:35.89] But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n[04:38.24] Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n[04:39.75] Come here, come her\n[04:42.14] Ask her...\n[04:42.69] Yo', you fuck Jay?\n[04:43.74] Hell no, eeeuw. 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Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05] You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n[00:03.27] It's time to settle the score\n[00:05.71] (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n[00:08.07] (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n[00:10.74] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n[00:12.70] Soldiers\n[00:13.98] Left, right, left, right, left, right\n[00:16.55] (It's time to settle the score)\n[00:17.23] Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n[00:21.50] (It's time to settle the score)\n[00:22.66] Look into the rhyme\n[00:24.11] Rum to the ripple\n[00:25.57] Sing boo\n[00:26.31] But at times I come in triple\n[00:27.66] Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n[00:30.08] Now you dead\n[00:31.09] Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n[00:32.77] Raaaaah, raaaah\n[00:33.70] Let me attack just like the black cat\n[00:35.53] You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n[00:37.51] Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n[00:39.51] To do what you gotta do.\n[00:41.08] So you'll be back with France CU\n[00:42.40] Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n[00:43.95] You put the poison in my tea\n[00:45.85] And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n[00:47.65] I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n[00:49.95] Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n[00:52.78] Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n[00:54.72] Losers check your tooters\n[00:56.12] While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n[00:57.73] Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n[00:59.48] Cause if you got to reload\n[01:22.03] Wyclef the multi-talented\n[01:23.60] Average heads can't handle it\n[01:24.22] I'll bring it to you live\n[01:25.73] Only if you want it\n[01:27.18] Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n[01:30.97] (C'mon check out my melody)\n[01:32.05] The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n[01:35.49] Through any contest\n[01:36.43] I'm victorious\n[01:37.37] Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n[01:39.36] Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n[01:41.95] I'm a bring down the ruckus\n[01:43.13] Play the nutcracker\n[01:44.25] Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n[01:46.74] Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n[01:49.20] Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n[01:51.66] Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n[01:54.27] Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n[01:56.71] Like utensil, false idental,\n[01:59.38] I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n[02:21.35] I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n[02:22.91] Straight to the head\n[02:23.83] With the speed of a bullet\n[02:25.61] Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n[02:27.57] Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n[02:29.39] Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n[02:31.79] Dreams of euphoria\n[02:32.89] Aurora\n[02:33.32] To another galaxy\n[02:34.03] Phallic-sy\n[02:35.18] Be this microphone, but get lifted\n[02:36.96] Lyrically I'm gifted\n[02:38.14] Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n[02:39.90] Henders, mind-bender\n[02:41.39] Pleasure sender\n[02:41.72] So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n[02:43.58] Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n[02:47.45] Wack niggas choke\n[02:49.92] From the fumes that I emote,\n[02:51.11] Or emit shit\n[02:52.12] See even I feel the mahogany L\n[02:53.79] Natural hallucinogen\n[02:55.17] Turning boys to men again\n[02:56.25] With estrogen dreams\n[02:57.34] Release blues, yellows and greens\n[02:58.11] From Brownsville to Queens\n[02:59.35] You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n[03:01.40] It's time to settle the score\n[03:02.58] Ready or not. 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You straight?\n[04:14.54] Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n[04:15.26] Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n[04:17.93] Man I been fucked Michelle\n[04:19.62] Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n[04:22.33] From 225th Street?\n[04:23.41] Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n[04:26.27] That play ball in the park\n[04:27.52] Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n[04:30.63] Man I been fuckin' her\n[04:32.03] What happened?\n[04:33.18] What he say? What he say about her?\n[04:34.15] He said he fucked her\n[04:35.89] But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n[04:38.25] Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n[04:39.79] Come here, come her\n[04:42.17] Ask her...\n[04:42.69] Yo', you fuck Jay?\n[04:43.79] Hell no, eeeuw. 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Refugees taking over\n  start_ms: 182580\n  end_ms: 186060\n- text: '''Cause we soft spoken'\n  start_ms: 186060\n  end_ms: 187280\n- text: Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  start_ms: 187280\n  end_ms: 188250\n- text: Now we permanently one\n  start_ms: 188250\n  end_ms: 189780\n- text: And one day you will be forgotten\n  start_ms: 189780\n  end_ms: 191020\n- text: Soldiers\n  start_ms: 191020\n  end_ms: 191650\n- text: Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  start_ms: 191650\n  end_ms: 192460\n- text: (It's time to settle the score)\n  start_ms: 192460\n  end_ms: 195420\n- text: Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  start_ms: 195420\n  end_ms: 199150\n- text: (It's time to settle the score)\n  start_ms: 199150\n  end_ms: 199750\n- text: Soldiers\n  start_ms: 199750\n  end_ms: 200840\n- text: Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  start_ms: 200840\n  end_ms: 203990\n- text: (It's time to settle the score)\n  start_ms: 203990\n  end_ms: 205440\n- text: Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  start_ms: 205440\n  end_ms: 208990\n- text: (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n  start_ms: 208990\n  end_ms: 210520\n- text: I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  start_ms: 210520\n  end_ms: 213140\n- text: I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  start_ms: 213140\n  end_ms: 215580\n- text: You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  start_ms: 215580\n  end_ms: 218150\n- text: (We know where to run)\n  start_ms: 218150\n  end_ms: 219030\n- text: And start flakin' like dandruff\n  start_ms: 219030\n  end_ms: 220630\n- text: C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  start_ms: 220630\n  end_ms: 222980\n- text: Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  start_ms: 222980\n  end_ms: 225450\n- text: On the right, analytical conceptions\n  start_ms: 225450\n  end_ms: 227860\n- text: With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  start_ms: 227860\n  end_ms: 230580\n- text: Bing! ha, ha, ha\n  start_ms: 230580\n  end_ms: 233810\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 233810\n  end_ms: 248430\n- text: All they do is front and lie man\n  start_ms: 248430\n  end_ms: 250410\n- text: Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  start_ms: 250410\n  end_ms: 253710\n- text: You alright? You straight?\n  start_ms: 253710\n  end_ms: 254540\n- text: Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n  start_ms: 254540\n  end_ms: 255260\n- text: Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  start_ms: 255260\n  end_ms: 257930\n- text: Man I been fucked Michelle\n  start_ms: 257930\n  end_ms: 259620\n- text: Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  start_ms: 259620\n  end_ms: 262330\n- text: From 225th Street?\n  start_ms: 262330\n  end_ms: 263410\n- text: Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  start_ms: 263410\n  end_ms: 266270\n- text: That play ball in the park\n  start_ms: 266270\n  end_ms: 267520\n- text: Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  start_ms: 267520\n  end_ms: 270630\n- text: Man I been fuckin' her\n  start_ms: 270630\n  end_ms: 272030\n- text: What happened?\n  start_ms: 272030\n  end_ms: 273180\n- text: What he say? What he say about her?\n  start_ms: 273180\n  end_ms: 274150\n- text: He said he fucked her\n  start_ms: 274150\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 278250\n- text: Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  start_ms: 278250\n  end_ms: 279790\n- text: Come here, come her\n  start_ms: 279790\n  end_ms: 282170\n- text: Ask her...\n  start_ms: 282170\n  end_ms: 282690\n- text: Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  start_ms: 282690\n  end_ms: 283790\n- text: Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n  start_ms: 283790\n  end_ms: 285310\n- text: Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  start_ms: 285310\n  end_ms: 289240\n- text: That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  start_ms: 289240\n  end_ms: 292480\n- text: Nigga that's the only one\n  start_ms: 292480\n  end_ms: 293870\n- text: How many Michelle's is there?\n  start_ms: 293870\n  end_ms: 295760\n- text: She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  start_ms: 295760\n  end_ms: 297920\n- text: Know what I'm saying...\n  start_ms: 297920\n  end_ms: 299150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 299150\nplain: |-\n  You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Look into the rhyme\n  Rum to the ripple\n  Sing boo\n  But at times I come in triple\n\n  Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n  Now you dead\n  Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n  Raaaaah, raaaah\n  Let me attack just like the black cat\n\n  You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n  Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n  To do what you gotta do.\n  So you'll be back with France CU\n  Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\n  You put the poison in my tea\n  And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n  I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n  Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n  Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n\n  Losers check your tooters\n  While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n  Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n  Cause if you got to reload\n\n  Wyclef the multi-talented\n  Average heads can't handle it\n  I'll bring it to you live\n  Only if you want it\n\n  Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n  (C'mon check out my melody)\n  The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n  Through any contest\n  I'm victorious\n  Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n  Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\n  I'm a bring down the ruckus\n  Play the nutcracker\n  Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n  Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n  Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\n  Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n  Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n  Like utensil, false idental,\n  I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\n  I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n  Straight to the head\n  With the speed of a bullet\n  Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n  Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\n  Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n  Dreams of euphoria\n  Aurora\n  To another galaxy\n  Phallic-sy\n\n  Be this microphone, but get lifted\n  Lyrically I'm gifted\n  Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n  Henders, mind-bender\n  Pleasure sender\n\n  So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n  Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n  Wack niggas choke\n  From the fumes that I emote,\n  Or emit shit\n\n  See even I feel the mahogany L\n  Natural hallucinogen\n  Turning boys to men again\n  With estrogen dreams\n  Release blues, yellows and greens\n  From Brownsville to Queens\n\n  You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n  'Cause we soft spoken\n  Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  Now we permanently one\n  And one day you will be forgotten\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\n  I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  (We know where to run)\n  And start flakin' like dandruff\n\n  C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  On the right, analytical conceptions\n  With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  Bing! ha, ha, ha\n\n  All they do is front and lie man\n  Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  You alright? You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n\n  Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  Nigga that's the only one\n  How many Michelle's is there?\n  She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  Know what I'm saying...\n"},{"id":22117831,"name":"The Score","trackName":"The Score","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Score","duration":304.1698,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\n(I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n(Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nLook into the rhyme\nRum to the ripple\nSing boo\nBut at times I come in triple\n\nBlaow, blaow put the heater to your head\nNow you dead\nWyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\nRaaaaah, raaaah\nLet me attack just like the black cat\n\nYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\nHooo, you've got to go for backup\nTo do what you gotta do.\nSo you'll be back with France CU\nTraitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\nYou put the poison in my tea\nAnd kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\nI'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\nAwoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\nCompetition, stimulation for the rap man\n\nLosers check your tooters\nWhile I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\nDon't play macho, while you got the gun\nCause if you got to reload\n\nWyclef the multi-talented\nAverage heads can't handle it\nI'll bring it to you live\nOnly if you want it\n\nMe and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n(C'mon check out my melody)\nThe W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\nThrough any contest\nI'm victorious\nStill keep it real, if you will and manifest\nThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\nI'm a bring down the ruckus\nPlay the nutcracker\nRough-neck rednecks make me no bother\nTime after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\nBoss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\nMotion, commotion, what's your proposal\nUphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\nLike utensil, false idental,\nI autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\nI'm the L, Won't you pull it\nStraight to the head\nWith the speed of a bullet\nCuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\nLyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\nHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\nDreams of euphoria\nAurora\nTo another galaxy\nPhallic-sy\n\nBe this microphone, but get lifted\nLyrically I'm gifted\nBurn on in without the roach clip (it)\nHenders, mind-bender\nPleasure sender\n\nSo frequently your nerve endings belong to me\nWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\nWack niggas choke\nFrom the fumes that I emote,\nOr emit shit\n\nSee even I feel the mahogany L\nNatural hallucinogen\nTurning boys to men again\nWith estrogen dreams\nRelease blues, yellows and greens\nFrom Brownsville to Queens\n\nYou rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\nIt's time to settle the score\nReady or not. Refugees taking over\n'Cause we soft spoken\nDoesn't mean that we've forgotten\nNow we permanently one\nAnd one day you will be forgotten\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score)\n\nSoldiers\nLeft, right, left, right, left, right\n(It's time to settle the score)\nLeft, right, left, right, left, left, left\n(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\nI creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\nI'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\nYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n(We know where to run)\nAnd start flakin' like dandruff\n\nC'mon son my steelo's tight\nCause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\nOn the right, analytical conceptions\nWith precision and leave lyrical incisions\nBing! ha, ha, ha\n\nAll they do is front and lie man\nYo' i'mma go get some drink\nYou alright? You straight?\nYeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\nHey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\nMan I been fucked Michelle\nMichelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\nFrom 225th Street?\n\nNigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\nThat play ball in the park\nNigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\nMan I been fuckin' her\n\nWhat happened?\nWhat he say? What he say about her?\nHe said he fucked her\nBut, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\nHey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\nCome here, come her\nAsk her...\nYo', you fuck Jay?\nHell no, eeeuw. What?\n\nNigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\nThat play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\nNigga that's the only one\nHow many Michelle's is there?\nShe got a cousin or some shit like that\nKnow what I'm saying...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Score\n  artist: The Fugees\n  album: The Score\n  duration_ms: 304170\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  (I play my enemies like a game of chess)\n  (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Look into the rhyme\n  Rum to the ripple\n  Sing boo\n  But at times I come in triple\n\n  Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head\n  Now you dead\n  Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead\n  Raaaaah, raaaah\n  Let me attack just like the black cat\n\n  You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.\n  Hooo, you've got to go for backup\n  To do what you gotta do.\n  So you'll be back with France CU\n  Traitor in your crew is mafo heat\n\n  You put the poison in my tea\n  And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede\n  I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo\n  Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what\n  Competition, stimulation for the rap man\n\n  Losers check your tooters\n  While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.\n  Don't play macho, while you got the gun\n  Cause if you got to reload\n\n  Wyclef the multi-talented\n  Average heads can't handle it\n  I'll bring it to you live\n  Only if you want it\n\n  Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's\n  (C'mon check out my melody)\n  The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef\n  Through any contest\n  I'm victorious\n  Still keep it real, if you will and manifest\n  Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.\n\n  I'm a bring down the ruckus\n  Play the nutcracker\n  Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother\n  Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper\n  Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners\n\n  Motion, commotion, what's your proposal\n  Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal\n  Like utensil, false idental,\n  I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil\n\n  I'm the L, Won't you pull it\n  Straight to the head\n  With the speed of a bullet\n  Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet\n  Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative\n\n  Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends\n  Dreams of euphoria\n  Aurora\n  To another galaxy\n  Phallic-sy\n\n  Be this microphone, but get lifted\n  Lyrically I'm gifted\n  Burn on in without the roach clip (it)\n  Henders, mind-bender\n  Pleasure sender\n\n  So frequently your nerve endings belong to me\n  Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke\n  Wack niggas choke\n  From the fumes that I emote,\n  Or emit shit\n\n  See even I feel the mahogany L\n  Natural hallucinogen\n  Turning boys to men again\n  With estrogen dreams\n  Release blues, yellows and greens\n  From Brownsville to Queens\n\n  You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing\n  It's time to settle the score\n  Ready or not. Refugees taking over\n  'Cause we soft spoken\n  Doesn't mean that we've forgotten\n  Now we permanently one\n  And one day you will be forgotten\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n\n  Soldiers\n  Left, right, left, right, left, right\n  (It's time to settle the score)\n  Left, right, left, right, left, left, left\n  (It's time to settle the score) Diamond D\n\n  I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift\n  I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff\n  You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff\n  (We know where to run)\n  And start flakin' like dandruff\n\n  C'mon son my steelo's tight\n  Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic\n  On the right, analytical conceptions\n  With precision and leave lyrical incisions\n  Bing! ha, ha, ha\n\n  All they do is front and lie man\n  Yo' i'mma go get some drink\n  You alright? You straight?\n  Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back\n\n  Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle\n  Man I been fucked Michelle\n  Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)\n  From 225th Street?\n\n  Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street\n  That play ball in the park\n  Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park\n  Man I been fuckin' her\n\n  What happened?\n  What he say? What he say about her?\n  He said he fucked her\n  But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here\n\n  Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby\n  Come here, come her\n  Ask her...\n  Yo', you fuck Jay?\n  Hell no, eeeuw. What?\n\n  Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street\n  That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown\n  Nigga that's the only one\n  How many Michelle's is there?\n  She got a cousin or some shit like that\n  Know what I'm saying...\n"}]