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vanish like Menudo\nTook it to the heart, but every actor plays his part\nAs long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start\nFor me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp\nDo a cameo while everybody do the dance\nQuick now, cause you running out of luck-a\nPlaying Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka\nWhile you munching at your luncheon\nI'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman\n\nI compress sound sets with my rap DBX\nThen drop vocals on my 456 Ampex\nBring terror to the shop of horror\nAs she cry, \"mi amor,\" the phantom dies in the opera\nAnd to the younguns who carry gadgets\nAnd kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath\nViolence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me\nThen get buried like the great Mussolini\nAnd for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics\nNo matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.51] One two - 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I'm bout to set this off!\n[00:09.17] Like this, hip-hoppers, check it\n[00:12.82] Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord\n[00:18.73] I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\n[00:23.73] Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n[00:30.18] I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles\n[00:33.05] Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy\n[00:36.10] Abstract raps simple with a street format\n[00:39.04] Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax\n[00:42.39] Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion\n[00:45.07] Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation\n[00:48.38] I feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me\n[00:51.08] I got no privacy whether on land or at sea\n[00:54.00] And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic\n[00:57.03] Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit\n[01:00.77] It hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf\n[01:04.16] And take over the earth\n[01:08.26] See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes\n[01:13.41] That can only get down with my crew\n[01:18.04] And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes\n[01:24.92] We'll show you how the refugees do\n[01:29.17] Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes\n[01:33.01] Two MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time\n[01:36.35] It's against the laws of physics\n[01:38.48] So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics\n[01:41.33] Rap rejects, my tape deck, ejects projectile\n[01:44.59] Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile\n[01:47.95] Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays\n[01:50.26] My grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays \"Black Magic Woman\"\n[01:54.21] So while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris\n[01:57.28] You just embarrassed 'cause it's your last tango in Paris\n[02:00.07] And even after all my logic and my theory\n[02:03.39] I add a \"Motherfucker\" so you ignant niggas hear me\n[02:06.11] Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats\n[02:09.10] And for you biting zealots, here's a quote\n[02:12.82] Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord\n[02:18.59] I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\n[02:23.76] Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n[02:30.72] You can try but you can't divide the tribe\n[02:33.74] These cats can't rap, mister author I feel no Vibe\n[02:36.45] The magazine says the girl should have went solo\n[02:39.10] The guys should stop rapping - 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text: 'And '\n    start_ms: 64480\n  - text: 'take '\n    start_ms: 64687\n  - text: 'over '\n    start_ms: 64948\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 65254\n  - text: earth\n    start_ms: 65457\n- text: See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes\n  start_ms: 67740\n  end_ms: 73323\n  words:\n  - text: 'See '\n    start_ms: 67740\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 68136\n  - text: 'rhymes, '\n    start_ms: 68553\n  - text: 'are '\n    start_ms: 69595\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 69965\n  - text: 'type '\n    start_ms: 70179\n  - text: 'of '\n    start_ms: 70553\n  - text: 'fly '\n    start_ms: 70726\n  - text: rhymes\n    start_ms: 71193\n- text: That can only get down with my crew\n  start_ms: 73480\n  end_ms: 77810\n  words:\n  - text: 'That '\n    start_ms: 73480\n  - text: 'can '\n    start_ms: 73867\n  - text: 'only '\n    start_ms: 74240\n  - text: 'get '\n    start_ms: 74852\n  - text: 'down '\n    start_ms: 75071\n  - text: 'with '\n    start_ms: 75632\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 75885\n  - 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vanish like Menudo\nTook it to the heart, but every actor plays his part\nAs long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start\nFor me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp\nDo a cameo while everybody do the dance\nQuick now, cause you running out of luck-a\nPlaying Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka\nWhile you munching at your luncheon\nI'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman\n\nI compress sound sets with my rap DBX\nThen drop vocals on my 456 Ampex\nBring terror to the shop of horror\nAs she cry, \"mi amor,\" the phantom dies in the opera\nAnd to the younguns who carry gadgets\nAnd kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath\nViolence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me\nThen get buried like the great Mussolini\nAnd for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics\nNo matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.51] One two - 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I'm bout to set this off!\nLike this, hip-hoppers, check it\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n\nI haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles\nSecret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy\nAbstract raps simple with a street format\nGaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax\nCheck out the retrograde motion, kill the notion\nOf biting and recycling and calling it your own creation\nI feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me\nI got no privacy whether on land or at sea\nAnd for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic\nHypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit\nIt hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf\nAnd take over the earth\n\nSee my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes\nThat can only get down with my crew\nAnd if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes\nWe'll show you how the refugees do\n\nYeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes\nTwo MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time\nIt's against the laws of physics\nSo weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics\nRap rejects, my tape deck, ejects projectile\nWhether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile\nMany styles, more powerful than gamma rays\nMy grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays \"Black Magic Woman\"\nSo while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris\nYou just embarrassed 'cause it's your last tango in Paris\nAnd even after all my logic and my theory\nI add a \"Motherfucker\" so you ignant niggas hear me\nCrew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats\nAnd for you biting zealots, here's a quote\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n\nYou can try but you can't divide the tribe\nThese cats can't rap, mister author I feel no Vibe\nThe magazine says the girl should have went solo\nThe guys should stop rapping - vanish like Menudo\nTook it to the heart, but every actor plays his part\nAs long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start\nFor me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp\nDo a cameo while everybody do the dance\nQuick now, cause you running out of luck-a\nPlaying Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka\nWhile you munching at your luncheon\nI'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman\n\nI compress sound sets with my rap DBX\nThen drop vocals on my 456 Ampex\nBring terror to the shop of horror\nAs she cry, \"mi amor,\" the phantom dies in the opera\nAnd to the younguns who carry gadgets\nAnd kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath\nViolence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me\nThen get buried like the great Mussolini\nAnd for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics\nNo matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.92] One two - 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I'm bout to set this off!\nLike this, hip-hoppers, check it\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n\nI haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles\nSecret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy\nAbstract raps simple with a street format\nGaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax\nCheck out the retrograde motion, kill the notion\nOf biting and recycling and calling it your own creation\nI feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me\nI got no privacy whether on land or at sea\nAnd for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic\nHypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit\nIt hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf\nAnd take over the earth\n\nSee my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes\nThat can only get down with my crew\nAnd if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes\nWe'll show you how the refugees do\n\nYeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes\nTwo MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time\nIt's against the laws of physics\nSo weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics\nRap rejects, my tape deck, ejects projectile\nWhether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile\nMany styles, more powerful than gamma rays\nMy grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays \"Black Magic Woman\"\nSo while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris\nYou just embarrassed 'cause it's your last tango in Paris\nAnd even after all my logic and my theory\nI add a \"Motherfucker\" so you ignant niggas hear me\nCrew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats\nAnd for you biting zealots, here's a quote\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n\nYou can try but you can't divide the tribe\nThese cats can't rap, mister author I feel no Vibe\nThe magazine says the girl should have went solo\nThe guys should stop rapping - vanish like Menudo\nTook it to the heart, but every actor plays his part\nAs long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start\nFor me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp\nDo a cameo while everybody do the dance\nQuick now, cause you running out of luck-a\nPlaying Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka\nWhile you munching at your luncheon\nI'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman\n\nI compress sound sets with my rap DBX\nThen drop vocals on my 456 Ampex\nBring terror to the shop of horror\nAs she cry, \"mi amor,\" the phantom dies in the opera\nAnd to the younguns who carry gadgets\nAnd kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath\nViolence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me\nThen get buried like the great Mussolini\nAnd for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics\nNo matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.51] One two - 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I'm bout to set this off!\nLike this, hip-hoppers, check it\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n\nI haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles\nSecret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy\nAbstract raps simple with a street format\nGaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax\nCheck out the retrograde motion, kill the notion\nOf biting and recycling and calling it your own creation\nI feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me\nI got no privacy whether on land or at sea\nAnd for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic\nHypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit\nIt hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf\nAnd take over the earth\n\nSee my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes\nThat can only get down with my crew\nAnd if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes\nWe'll show you how the refugees do\n\nYeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes\nTwo MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time\nIt's against the laws of physics\nSo weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics\nRap rejects, my tape deck, ejects projectile\nWhether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile\nMany styles, more powerful than gamma rays\nMy grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays \"Black Magic Woman\"\nSo while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris\nYou just embarrassed 'cause it's your last tango in Paris\nAnd even after all my logic and my theory\nI add a \"Motherfucker\" so you ignant niggas hear me\nCrew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats\nAnd for you biting zealots, here's a quote\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n\nYou can try but you can't divide the tribe\nThese cats can't rap, mister author I feel no Vibe\nThe magazine says the girl should have went solo\nThe guys should stop rapping - vanish like Menudo\nTook it to the heart, but every actor plays his part\nAs long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start\nFor me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp\nDo a cameo while everybody do the dance\nQuick now, cause you running out of luck-a\nPlaying Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka\nWhile you munching at your luncheon\nI'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman\n\nI compress sound sets with my rap DBX\nThen drop vocals on my 456 Ampex\nBring terror to the shop of horror\nAs she cry, \"mi amor,\" the phantom dies in the opera\nAnd to the younguns who carry gadgets\nAnd kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath\nViolence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me\nThen get buried like the great Mussolini\nAnd for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics\nNo matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.51] One two - 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I'm bout to set this off!\nLike this, hip-hoppers, check it\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n\nI haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles\nSecret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy\nAbstract raps simple with a street format\nGaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax\nCheck out the retrograde motion, kill the notion\nOf biting and recycling and calling it your own creation\nI feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me\nI got no privacy whether on land or at sea\nAnd for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic\nHypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit\nIt hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf\nAnd take over the earth\n\nSee my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes\nThat can only get down with my crew\nAnd if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes\nWe'll show you how the refugees do\n\nYeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes\nTwo MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time\nIt's against the laws of physics\nSo weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics\nRap rejects, my tape deck, ejects projectile\nWhether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile\nMany styles, more powerful than gamma rays\nMy grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays \"Black Magic Woman\"\nSo while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris\nYou just embarrassed 'cause it's your last tango in Paris\nAnd even after all my logic and my theory\nI add a \"Motherfucker\" so you ignant niggas hear me\nCrew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats\nAnd for you biting zealots, here's a quote\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n\nYou can try but you can't divide the tribe\nThese cats can't rap, mister author I feel no Vibe\nThe magazine says the girl should have went solo\nThe guys should stop rapping - 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vanish like Menudo\nTook it to the heart, but every actor plays his part\nAs long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start\nFor me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp\nDo a cameo while everybody do the dance\nQuick now, cause you running out of luck-a\nPlaying Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka\nWhile you munching at your luncheon\nI'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman\n\nI compress sound sets with my rap DBX\nThen drop vocals on my 456 Ampex\nBring terror to the shop of horror\nAs she cry, \"mi amor,\" the phantom dies in the opera\nAnd to the younguns who carry gadgets\nAnd kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath\nViolence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me\nThen get buried like the great Mussolini\nAnd for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics\nNo matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.92] One two - 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vanish like Menudo\nTook it to the heart, but every actor plays his part\nAs long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start\nFor me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp\nDo a cameo while everybody do the dance\nQuick now, cause you running out of luck-a\nPlaying Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka\nWhile you munching at your luncheon\nI'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman\n\nI compress sound sets with my rap DBX\nThen drop vocals on my 456 Ampex\nBring terror to the shop of horror\nAs she cry, \"mi amor,\" the phantom dies in the opera\nAnd to the younguns who carry gadgets\nAnd kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath\nViolence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me\nThen get buried like the great Mussolini\nAnd for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics\nNo matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet\n\nAnother MC lose his life tonight, Lord\nI beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\nOh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.92] One two - I'm bout to set this off!\n[00:08.79] Like this, hip-hoppers, check it\n[00:12.67] Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord\n[00:18.64] I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\n[00:23.76] Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n[00:29.55] I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles\n[00:32.95] Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy\n[00:36.30] Abstract raps simple with a street format\n[00:39.06] Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax\n[00:42.21] Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion\n[00:44.97] Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation\n[00:48.33] I feel like Rockwell, somebody's watching me\n[00:50.98] I got no privacy whether on land or at sea\n[00:53.91] And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic\n[00:56.64] Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit\n[01:00.72] It hurts don't it, a refugee come to your turf\n[01:04.41] And take over the earth\n[01:07.77] See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes\n[01:13.46] That can only get down with my crew\n[01:17.86] And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes\n[01:25.01] We'll show you how the refugees do\n[01:29.17] Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes\n[01:33.12] Two MCs can't occupy the same space at the same time\n[01:36.69] It's against the laws of physics\n[01:38.43] So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics\n[01:41.22] Rap rejects, my tape deck, ejects projectile\n[01:44.07] Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile\n[01:47.49] Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays\n[01:50.20] My grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays \"Black Magic Woman\"\n[01:53.61] So while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris\n[01:57.02] You just embarrassed 'cause it's your last tango in Paris\n[02:00.42] And even after all my logic and my theory\n[02:03.00] I add a \"Motherfucker\" so you ignant niggas hear me\n[02:06.39] Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats\n[02:09.06] And for you biting zealots, here's a quote\n[02:12.76] Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord\n[02:18.64] I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\n[02:23.71] Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n[02:30.57] You can try but you can't divide the tribe\n[02:33.11] These cats can't rap, mister author I feel no Vibe\n[02:36.43] The magazine says the girl should have went solo\n[02:39.04] The guys should stop rapping - vanish like Menudo\n[02:42.14] Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part\n[02:44.71] As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start\n[02:48.05] For me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp\n[02:51.08] Do a cameo while everybody do the dance\n[02:54.23] Quick now, cause you running out of luck-a\n[02:57.26] Playing Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka\n[03:00.55] While you munching at your luncheon\n[03:02.19] I'll be planning your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman\n[03:05.72] I compress sound sets with my rap DBX\n[03:08.76] Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex\n[03:11.77] Bring terror to the shop of horror\n[03:14.05] As she cry, \"mi amor,\" the phantom dies in the opera\n[03:18.36] And to the younguns who carry gadgets\n[03:20.60] And kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath\n[03:24.47] Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me\n[03:27.43] Then get buried like the great Mussolini\n[03:30.00] And for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics\n[03:32.97] No matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet\n[03:36.75] Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord\n[03:42.72] I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why\n[03:47.70] Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa\n[03:52.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Zealots\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: The Complete Score\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One two - 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