[{"id":19214017,"name":"The Message","trackName":"The Message","artistName":"Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five","albumName":"Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five","duration":283.036735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nBroken glass everywhere\nPeople pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care\nI can't take the smell, can't take the noise\nGot no money to move out, I guess, I got no choice\nRats in the front room, roaches in the back\nJunkies in the alley with a baseball bat\nI tried to get away, but I couldn't get far\n'Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm trying not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nStandin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window\nWatchin' all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow\nA crazy lady, livin' in a bag\nEatin' out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag\nSaid, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango\nA Zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses\nDown at the peep show, watching all the creeps\nSo she can tell the stories to the girls back home\nShe went to the city and got so saditty\nShe had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nMy brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV\nSays, she watches to much, is just not healthy\nAll My Children in the daytime, Dallas, at night\nCan't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight\nThe bill collectors, they ring my phone\nAnd scare my wife, when I'm not home\n\nGot a bum education, double-digit inflation\nCan't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\nNeon King Kong standin' on my back\nCan't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\nA midrange migraine, cancered membrane\nSometimes I think I'm going insane\nI swear I might hijack a plane\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nMy son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school\n'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a fool\nAnd all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper\nIf I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper\nOr dance to the beat, shuffle my feet\nWear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps\n'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny\nYou got to have a con in this land of milk and honey\n\nThey pushed that girl in front of the train\nTook her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again\nStabbed that man right in his heart\nGave him a transplant for a brand new start\nI can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after the dark\nKeep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run\nI feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar\nHear them say, you want some more? Livin' on a see-saw\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head (Say what?)\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nA child is born, with no state of mind\nBlind to the ways of mankind\nGod is smilin' on you, but he's frownin' too\nBecause only God knows, what you'll go through\nYou'll grow in the ghetto, livin' second rate\nAnd your eyes will sing a song of deep hate\nThe place, that you play and where you stay\nLooks like one great big alley way\n\nYou'll admire all the number book takers\nThugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers\nDriving big cars, spendin' twenties and tens\nAnd you wanna grow up to be just like them\nSmugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers\nPickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers\n\nYou say I'm cool, I'm no fool\nBut then you wind up dropping out of high school\nNow you're unemployed, all null 'n' void\nWalking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd\nTurned stick-up kid, but look what you done did\nGot sent up for an eight year bid\nNow your manhood is took and you're a Maytag\nSpend the next two years as an undercover fag\n\nBeing used and abused and served like hell\n'Til one day you was found hung dead in a cell\nIt was plain to see that your life was lost\nYou was cold and your body swung back and forth\nBut now your eyes sing the sad, sad song\nOf how you lived so fast and died so young\n\nSo, don't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm trying not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nHuh-ah-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nHuh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n\nYo Mel, you see that girl there?\nYo, that sounded like Cowboy man\nCool\nYo, what's up Money?\nYo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n\nThey upstairs cooling out\nSo what's up for tonight y'all?\nYo, we could go down to Fever man\nLet's go check out \"Junebug\" man\nHey yo, you know that girl Betty?\nYeah man\n\nHer moms got robbed man (What?)\nNot again man\nShe got hurt bad (When did this happen?)\nWhat's goin' on?\nFreeze\n\nDon't nobody move nothin'\nY'all know what this is\nGet 'em up, get 'em up (What?)\nOh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five\nWhat is that, a gang?\nNo\nShut up\n\nI don't wanna hear your mouth\nShut up\nOfficer, officer, what is the problem?\nYou the problem\nYo, you ain't gotta push me man\nGet in the car, get in the car\nGet in the God...\nI said, \"Get in the car\"\nWhy is he doggin' us man?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Message\n artist: Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five\n album: Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five\n duration_ms: 283037\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n Broken glass everywhere\n People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care\n I can't take the smell, can't take the noise\n Got no money to move out, I guess, I got no choice\n Rats in the front room, roaches in the back\n Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat\n I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far\n 'Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm trying not to lose my head\n Ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window\n Watchin' all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow\n A crazy lady, livin' in a bag\n Eatin' out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag\n Said, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango\n A Zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses\n Down at the peep show, watching all the creeps\n So she can tell the stories to the girls back home\n She went to the city and got so saditty\n She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n Ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n My brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV\n Says, she watches to much, is just not healthy\n All My Children in the daytime, Dallas, at night\n Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight\n The bill collectors, they ring my phone\n And scare my wife, when I'm not home\n\n Got a bum education, double-digit inflation\n Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\n Neon King Kong standin' on my back\n Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\n A midrange migraine, cancered membrane\n Sometimes I think I'm going insane\n I swear I might hijack a plane\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school\n 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a fool\n And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper\n If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper\n Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet\n Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps\n 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny\n You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey\n\n They pushed that girl in front of the train\n Took her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again\n Stabbed that man right in his heart\n Gave him a transplant for a brand new start\n I can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after the dark\n Keep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run\n I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar\n Hear them say, you want some more? Livin' on a see-saw\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head (Say what?)\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n A child is born, with no state of mind\n Blind to the ways of mankind\n God is smilin' on you, but he's frownin' too\n Because only God knows, what you'll go through\n You'll grow in the ghetto, livin' second rate\n And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate\n The place, that you play and where you stay\n Looks like one great big alley way\n\n You'll admire all the number book takers\n Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers\n Driving big cars, spendin' twenties and tens\n And you wanna grow up to be just like them\n Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers\n Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers\n\n You say I'm cool, I'm no fool\n But then you wind up dropping out of high school\n Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void\n Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd\n Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did\n Got sent up for an eight year bid\n Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag\n Spend the next two years as an undercover fag\n\n Being used and abused and served like hell\n 'Til one day you was found hung dead in a cell\n It was plain to see that your life was lost\n You was cold and your body swung back and forth\n But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song\n Of how you lived so fast and died so young\n\n So, don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm trying not to lose my head\n Ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n\n Yo Mel, you see that girl there?\n Yo, that sounded like Cowboy man\n Cool\n Yo, what's up Money?\n Yo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n\n They upstairs cooling out\n So what's up for tonight y'all?\n Yo, we could go down to Fever man\n Let's go check out \"Junebug\" man\n Hey yo, you know that girl Betty?\n Yeah man\n\n Her moms got robbed man (What?)\n Not again man\n She got hurt bad (When did this happen?)\n What's goin' on?\n Freeze\n\n Don't nobody move nothin'\n Y'all know what this is\n Get 'em up, get 'em up (What?)\n Oh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five\n What is that, a gang?\n No\n Shut up\n\n I don't wanna hear your mouth\n Shut up\n Officer, officer, what is the problem?\n You the problem\n Yo, you ain't gotta push me man\n Get in the car, get in the car\n Get in the God...\n I said, \"Get in the car\"\n Why is he doggin' us man?\n"},{"id":21472944,"name":"The Message","trackName":"The Message","artistName":"Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five","albumName":"Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five","duration":422.7855616,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nBroken glass everywhere\nPeople pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care\nI can't take the smell, can't take the noise\nGot no money to move out, I guess, I got no choice\nRats in the front room, roaches in the back\nJunkies in the alley with a baseball bat\nI tried to get away, but I couldn't get far\n'Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm trying not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nStandin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window\nWatchin' all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow\nA crazy lady, livin' in a bag\nEatin' out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag\nSaid, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango\nA Zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses\nDown at the peep show, watching all the creeps\nSo she can tell the stories to the girls back home\nShe went to the city and got so saditty\nShe had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nMy brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV\nSays, she watches to much, is just not healthy\nAll My Children in the daytime, Dallas, at night\nCan't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight\nThe bill collectors, they ring my phone\nAnd scare my wife, when I'm not home\n\nGot a bum education, double-digit inflation\nCan't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\nNeon King Kong standin' on my back\nCan't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\nA midrange migraine, cancered membrane\nSometimes I think I'm going insane\nI swear I might hijack a plane\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nMy son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school\n'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a fool\nAnd all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper\nIf I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper\nOr dance to the beat, shuffle my feet\nWear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps\n'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny\nYou got to have a con in this land of milk and honey\n\nThey pushed that girl in front of the train\nTook her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again\nStabbed that man right in his heart\nGave him a transplant for a brand new start\nI can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after the dark\nKeep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run\nI feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar\nHear them say, you want some more? Livin' on a see-saw\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head (Say what?)\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nA child is born, with no state of mind\nBlind to the ways of mankind\nGod is smilin' on you, but he's frownin' too\nBecause only God knows, what you'll go through\nYou'll grow in the ghetto, livin' second rate\nAnd your eyes will sing a song of deep hate\nThe place, that you play and where you stay\nLooks like one great big alley way\n\nYou'll admire all the number book takers\nThugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers\nDriving big cars, spendin' twenties and tens\nAnd you wanna grow up to be just like them\nSmugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers\nPickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers\n\nYou say I'm cool, I'm no fool\nBut then you wind up dropping out of high school\nNow you're unemployed, all null 'n' void\nWalking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd\nTurned stick-up kid, but look what you done did\nGot sent up for an eight year bid\nNow your manhood is took and you're a Maytag\nSpend the next two years as an undercover fag\n\nBeing used and abused and served like hell\n'Til one day you was found hung dead in a cell\nIt was plain to see that your life was lost\nYou was cold and your body swung back and forth\nBut now your eyes sing the sad, sad song\nOf how you lived so fast and died so young\n\nSo, don't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm trying not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nHuh-ah-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nHuh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n\nYo Mel, you see that girl there?\nYo, that sounded like Cowboy man\nCool\nYo, what's up Money?\nYo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n\nThey upstairs cooling out\nSo what's up for tonight y'all?\nYo, we could go down to Fever man\nLet's go check out \"Junebug\" man\nHey yo, you know that girl Betty?\nYeah man\n\nHer moms got robbed man (What?)\nNot again man\nShe got hurt bad (When did this happen?)\nWhat's goin' on?\nFreeze\n\nDon't nobody move nothin'\nY'all know what this is\nGet 'em up, get 'em up (What?)\nOh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five\nWhat is that, a gang?\nNo\nShut up\n\nI don't wanna hear your mouth\nShut up\nOfficer, officer, what is the problem?\nYou the problem\nYo, you ain't gotta push me man\nGet in the car, get in the car\nGet in the God...\nI said, \"Get in the car\"\nWhy is he doggin' us man?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Message\n artist: Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five\n album: Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five\n duration_ms: 422786\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n Broken glass everywhere\n People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care\n I can't take the smell, can't take the noise\n Got no money to move out, I guess, I got no choice\n Rats in the front room, roaches in the back\n Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat\n I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far\n 'Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm trying not to lose my head\n Ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window\n Watchin' all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow\n A crazy lady, livin' in a bag\n Eatin' out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag\n Said, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango\n A Zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses\n Down at the peep show, watching all the creeps\n So she can tell the stories to the girls back home\n She went to the city and got so saditty\n She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n Ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n My brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV\n Says, she watches to much, is just not healthy\n All My Children in the daytime, Dallas, at night\n Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight\n The bill collectors, they ring my phone\n And scare my wife, when I'm not home\n\n Got a bum education, double-digit inflation\n Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\n Neon King Kong standin' on my back\n Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\n A midrange migraine, cancered membrane\n Sometimes I think I'm going insane\n I swear I might hijack a plane\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school\n 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a fool\n And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper\n If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper\n Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet\n Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps\n 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny\n You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey\n\n They pushed that girl in front of the train\n Took her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again\n Stabbed that man right in his heart\n Gave him a transplant for a brand new start\n I can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after the dark\n Keep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run\n I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar\n Hear them say, you want some more? Livin' on a see-saw\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head (Say what?)\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n A child is born, with no state of mind\n Blind to the ways of mankind\n God is smilin' on you, but he's frownin' too\n Because only God knows, what you'll go through\n You'll grow in the ghetto, livin' second rate\n And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate\n The place, that you play and where you stay\n Looks like one great big alley way\n\n You'll admire all the number book takers\n Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers\n Driving big cars, spendin' twenties and tens\n And you wanna grow up to be just like them\n Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers\n Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers\n\n You say I'm cool, I'm no fool\n But then you wind up dropping out of high school\n Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void\n Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd\n Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did\n Got sent up for an eight year bid\n Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag\n Spend the next two years as an undercover fag\n\n Being used and abused and served like hell\n 'Til one day you was found hung dead in a cell\n It was plain to see that your life was lost\n You was cold and your body swung back and forth\n But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song\n Of how you lived so fast and died so young\n\n So, don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm trying not to lose my head\n Ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n\n Yo Mel, you see that girl there?\n Yo, that sounded like Cowboy man\n Cool\n Yo, what's up Money?\n Yo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n\n They upstairs cooling out\n So what's up for tonight y'all?\n Yo, we could go down to Fever man\n Let's go check out \"Junebug\" man\n Hey yo, you know that girl Betty?\n Yeah man\n\n Her moms got robbed man (What?)\n Not again man\n She got hurt bad (When did this happen?)\n What's goin' on?\n Freeze\n\n Don't nobody move nothin'\n Y'all know what this is\n Get 'em up, get 'em up (What?)\n Oh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five\n What is that, a gang?\n No\n Shut up\n\n I don't wanna hear your mouth\n Shut up\n Officer, officer, what is the problem?\n You the problem\n Yo, you ain't gotta push me man\n Get in the car, get in the car\n Get in the God...\n I said, \"Get in the car\"\n Why is he doggin' us man?\n"},{"id":34665743,"name":"The Message","trackName":"The Message","artistName":"Grandmaster Flash & 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danced the tango, skipped the light fandango\n A Zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses\n Down at the peep show, watching all the creeps\n So she can tell the stories to the girls back home\n She went to the city and got so saditty\n She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n Ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n My brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV\n Says, she watches to much, is just not healthy\n All My Children in the daytime, Dallas, at night\n Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight\n The bill collectors, they ring my phone\n And scare my wife, when I'm not home\n\n Got a bum education, double-digit inflation\n Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\n Neon King Kong standin' on my back\n Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\n A midrange migraine, cancered membrane\n Sometimes I think I'm going insane\n I swear I might hijack a plane\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school\n 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a fool\n And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper\n If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper\n Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet\n Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps\n 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny\n You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey\n\n They pushed that girl in front of the train\n Took her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again\n Stabbed that man right in his heart\n Gave him a transplant for a brand new start\n I can't walk 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there?\nYo, that sounded like Cowboy man\nCool\nYo, what's up Money?\nYo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n\nThey upstairs cooling out\nSo what's up for tonight y'all?\nYo, we could go down to Fever man\nLet's go check out \"Junebug\" man\nHey yo, you know that girl Betty?\nYeah man\n\nHer moms got robbed man (What?)\nNot again man\nShe got hurt bad (When did this happen?)\nWhat's goin' on?\nFreeze\n\nDon't nobody move nothin'\nY'all know what this is\nGet 'em up, get 'em up (What?)\nOh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five\nWhat is that, a gang?\nNo\nShut up\n\nI don't wanna hear your mouth\nShut up\nOfficer, officer, what is the problem?\nYou the problem\nYo, you ain't gotta push me man\nGet in the car, get in the car\nGet in the God...\nI said, \"Get in the car\"\nWhy is he doggin' us man?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Message\n artist: Grandmaster Flash, The Furious Five\n album: 'Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Melle-Mel & 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Livin' on a see-saw\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head (Say what?)\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n A child is born, with no state of mind\n Blind to the ways of mankind\n God is smilin' on you, but he's frownin' too\n Because only God knows, what you'll go through\n You'll grow in the ghetto, livin' second rate\n And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate\n The place, that you play and where you stay\n Looks like one great big alley way\n\n You'll admire all the number book takers\n Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers\n Driving big cars, spendin' twenties and tens\n And you wanna grow up to be just like them\n Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers\n Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers\n\n You say I'm cool, I'm no fool\n But then you wind up dropping out of high school\n Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void\n Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd\n Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did\n Got sent up for an eight year bid\n Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag\n Spend the next two years as an undercover fag\n\n Being used and abused and served like hell\n 'Til one day you was found hung dead in a cell\n It was plain to see that your life was lost\n You was cold and your body swung back and forth\n But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song\n Of how you lived so fast and died so young\n\n So, don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm trying not to lose my head\n Ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n\n Yo Mel, you see that girl there?\n Yo, that sounded like Cowboy man\n Cool\n Yo, what's up Money?\n Yo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n\n They upstairs cooling out\n So what's up for tonight y'all?\n Yo, we could go down to Fever man\n Let's go check out \"Junebug\" man\n Hey yo, you know that girl Betty?\n Yeah man\n\n Her moms got robbed man (What?)\n Not again man\n She got hurt bad (When did this happen?)\n What's goin' on?\n Freeze\n\n Don't nobody move nothin'\n Y'all know what this is\n Get 'em up, get 'em up (What?)\n Oh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five\n What is that, a gang?\n No\n Shut up\n\n I don't wanna hear your mouth\n Shut up\n Officer, officer, what is the problem?\n You the problem\n Yo, you ain't gotta push me man\n Get in the car, get in the car\n Get in the God...\n I said, \"Get in the car\"\n Why is he doggin' us man?\n"},{"id":24384523,"name":"The Message","trackName":"The Message","artistName":"Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five","albumName":"Grandmaster Flash, The Furious Five, Grandmaster Melle Mel - 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Livin' on a see-saw\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head (Say what?)\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nA child is born, with no state of mind\nBlind to the ways of mankind\nGod is smilin' on you, but he's frownin' too\nBecause only God knows, what you'll go through\nYou'll grow in the ghetto, livin' second rate\nAnd your eyes will sing a song of deep hate\nThe place, that you play and where you stay\nLooks like one great big alley way\n\nYou'll admire all the number book takers\nThugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers\nDriving big cars, spendin' twenties and tens\nAnd you wanna grow up to be just like them\nSmugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers\nPickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers\n\nYou say I'm cool, I'm no fool\nBut then you wind up dropping out of high school\nNow you're unemployed, all null 'n' void\nWalking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd\nTurned stick-up kid, but look what you done did\nGot sent up for an eight year bid\nNow your manhood is took and you're a Maytag\nSpend the next two years as an undercover fag\n\nBeing used and abused and served like hell\n'Til one day you was found hung dead in a cell\nIt was plain to see that your life was lost\nYou was cold and your body swung back and forth\nBut now your eyes sing the sad, sad song\nOf how you lived so fast and died so young\n\nSo, don't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm trying not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nHuh-ah-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nHuh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n\nYo Mel, you see that girl there?\nYo, that sounded like Cowboy man\nCool\nYo, what's up Money?\nYo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n\nThey upstairs cooling out\nSo what's up for tonight y'all?\nYo, we could go down to Fever man\nLet's go check out \"Junebug\" man\nHey yo, you know that girl Betty?\nYeah man\n\nHer moms got robbed man (What?)\nNot again man\nShe got hurt bad (When did this happen?)\nWhat's goin' on?\nFreeze\n\nDon't nobody move nothin'\nY'all know what this is\nGet 'em up, get 'em up (What?)\nOh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five\nWhat is that, a gang?\nNo\nShut up\n\nI don't wanna hear your mouth\nShut up\nOfficer, officer, what is the problem?\nYou the problem\nYo, you ain't gotta push me man\nGet in the car, get in the car\nGet in the God...\nI said, \"Get in the car\"\nWhy is he doggin' us man?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Message\n artist: Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five\n album: Grandmaster Flash, The Furious Five, Grandmaster Melle Mel - The Greatest Hits\n duration_ms: 194240\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n Broken glass everywhere\n People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care\n I can't take the smell, can't take the noise\n Got no money to move out, I guess, I got no choice\n Rats in the front room, roaches in the back\n Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat\n I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far\n 'Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm trying not to lose my head\n Ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window\n Watchin' all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow\n A crazy lady, livin' in a bag\n Eatin' out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag\n Said, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango\n A Zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses\n Down at the peep show, watching all the creeps\n So she can tell the stories to the girls back home\n She went to the city and got so saditty\n She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n Ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n My brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV\n Says, she watches to much, is just not healthy\n All My Children in the daytime, Dallas, at night\n Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight\n The bill collectors, they ring my phone\n And scare my wife, when I'm not home\n\n Got a bum education, double-digit inflation\n Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\n Neon King Kong standin' on my back\n Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\n A midrange migraine, cancered membrane\n Sometimes I think I'm going insane\n I swear I might hijack a plane\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school\n 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a fool\n And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper\n If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper\n Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet\n Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps\n 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny\n You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey\n\n They pushed that girl in front of the train\n Took her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again\n Stabbed that man right in his heart\n Gave him a transplant for a brand new start\n I can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after the dark\n Keep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run\n I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar\n Hear them say, you want some more? Livin' on a see-saw\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head (Say what?)\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n A child is born, with no state of mind\n Blind to the ways of mankind\n God is smilin' on you, but he's frownin' too\n Because only God knows, what you'll go through\n You'll grow in the ghetto, livin' second rate\n And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate\n The place, that you play and where you stay\n Looks like one great big alley way\n\n You'll admire all the number book takers\n Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers\n Driving big cars, spendin' twenties and tens\n And you wanna grow up to be just like them\n Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers\n Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers\n\n You say I'm cool, I'm no fool\n But then you wind up dropping out of high school\n Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void\n Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd\n Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did\n Got sent up for an eight year bid\n Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag\n Spend the next two years as an undercover fag\n\n Being used and abused and served like hell\n 'Til one day you was found hung dead in a cell\n It was plain to see that your life was lost\n You was cold and your body swung back and forth\n But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song\n Of how you lived so fast and died so young\n\n So, don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm trying not to lose my head\n Ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n\n Yo Mel, you see that girl there?\n Yo, that sounded like Cowboy man\n Cool\n Yo, what's up Money?\n Yo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n\n They upstairs cooling out\n So what's up for tonight y'all?\n Yo, we could go down to Fever man\n Let's go check out \"Junebug\" man\n Hey yo, you know that girl Betty?\n Yeah man\n\n Her moms got robbed man (What?)\n Not again man\n She got hurt bad (When did this happen?)\n What's goin' on?\n Freeze\n\n Don't nobody move nothin'\n Y'all know what this is\n Get 'em up, get 'em up (What?)\n Oh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five\n What is that, a gang?\n No\n Shut up\n\n I don't wanna hear your mouth\n Shut up\n Officer, officer, what is the problem?\n You the problem\n Yo, you ain't gotta push me man\n Get in the car, get in the car\n Get in the God...\n I said, \"Get in the car\"\n Why is he doggin' us man?\n"},{"id":36835904,"name":"The Message","trackName":"The Message","artistName":"Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five","albumName":"Grandmaster Flash & TheFurious Five","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nBroken glass everywhere\nPeople pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care\nI can't take the smell, can't take the noise\nGot no money to move out, I guess, I got no choice\nRats in the front room, roaches in the back\nJunkies in the alley with a baseball bat\nI tried to get away, but I couldn't get far\n'Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm trying not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nStandin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window\nWatchin' all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow\nA crazy lady, livin' in a bag\nEatin' out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag\nSaid, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango\nA Zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses\nDown at the peep show, watching all the creeps\nSo she can tell the stories to the girls back home\nShe went to the city and got so saditty\nShe had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nMy brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV\nSays, she watches to much, is just not healthy\nAll My Children in the daytime, Dallas, at night\nCan't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight\nThe bill collectors, they ring my phone\nAnd scare my wife, when I'm not home\n\nGot a bum education, double-digit inflation\nCan't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\nNeon King Kong standin' on my back\nCan't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\nA midrange migraine, cancered membrane\nSometimes I think I'm going insane\nI swear I might hijack a plane\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nMy son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school\n'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a fool\nAnd all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper\nIf I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper\nOr dance to the beat, shuffle my feet\nWear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps\n'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny\nYou got to have a con in this land of milk and honey\n\nThey pushed that girl in front of the train\nTook her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again\nStabbed that man right in his heart\nGave him a transplant for a brand new start\nI can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after the dark\nKeep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run\nI feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar\nHear them say, you want some more? Livin' on a see-saw\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head (Say what?)\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nA child is born, with no state of mind\nBlind to the ways of mankind\nGod is smilin' on you, but he's frownin' too\nBecause only God knows, what you'll go through\nYou'll grow in the ghetto, livin' second rate\nAnd your eyes will sing a song of deep hate\nThe place, that you play and where you stay\nLooks like one great big alley way\n\nYou'll admire all the number book takers\nThugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers\nDriving big cars, spendin' twenties and tens\nAnd you wanna grow up to be just like them\nSmugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers\nPickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers\n\nYou say I'm cool, I'm no fool\nBut then you wind up dropping out of high school\nNow you're unemployed, all null 'n' void\nWalking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd\nTurned stick-up kid, but look what you done did\nGot sent up for an eight year bid\nNow your manhood is took and you're a Maytag\nSpend the next two years as an undercover fag\n\nBeing used and abused and served like hell\n'Til one day you was found hung dead in a cell\nIt was plain to see that your life was lost\nYou was cold and your body swung back and forth\nBut now your eyes sing the sad, sad song\nOf how you lived so fast and died so young\n\nSo, don't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm trying not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nHuh-ah-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nHuh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n\nYo Mel, you see that girl there?\nYo, that sounded like Cowboy man\nCool\nYo, what's up Money?\nYo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n\nThey upstairs cooling out\nSo what's up for tonight y'all?\nYo, we could go down to Fever man\nLet's go check out \"Junebug\" man\nHey yo, you know that girl Betty?\nYeah man\n\nHer moms got robbed man (What?)\nNot again man\nShe got hurt bad (When did this happen?)\nWhat's goin' on?\nFreeze\n\nDon't nobody move nothin'\nY'all know what this is\nGet 'em up, get 'em up (What?)\nOh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five\nWhat is that, a gang?\nNo\nShut up\n\nI don't wanna hear your mouth\nShut up\nOfficer, officer, what is the problem?\nYou the problem\nYo, you ain't gotta push me man\nGet in the car, get in the car\nGet in the God...\nI said, \"Get in the car\"\nWhy is he doggin' us man?","syncedLyrics":"[00:43.11] It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\n[00:45.01] How I keep from going under\n[00:47.82] It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me 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phone\n[02:30.19] And scare my wife, when I'm not home\n[02:32.46] Got a bum education, double-digit inflation\n[02:34.64] Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\n[02:37.41] Neon King Kong standin' on my back\n[02:39.73] Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\n[02:42.06] A midrange migraine, cancered membrane\n[02:44.65] Sometimes I think I'm going insane\n[02:45.85] I swear I might hijack a plane\n[02:47.20] Don't push me\n[02:48.56] 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n[02:52.20] I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n[02:56.89] It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n[02:58.76] How I keep from going under\n[03:01.58] It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n[03:03.57] How I keep from going under\n[03:06.64] \n[03:44.22] My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school\n[03:46.42] 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a fool\n[03:48.67] And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper\n[03:51.26] If I just got a job, learned to be a 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under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes\nIt makes me wonder how I keep from going under\nYo Mel, you see that girl there? (Yeah man)\nYo, that sound like cowboy man, that's not cool\nYo, wassup money? (Yo)\nWhere's fieldin' and right here, man\nThey upstairs coolin' out\nSo what's up for the night, y'all?\nYo, we could go down the field\nLet's go check out Juniper, man\nHey yo, do you know that girl Betty? (Yeah man)\nHer mom's got robbed, man (what, not again?)\nI heard (when did this happen, when did this happen?)\nAlright freeze, don't nobody move nothin', y'all know what this is\nGet 'em up man (we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, man)\nShut up, I don't wanna hear y'all now\nOfficer, officer, what's the problem?\nYou the problem\nYo, you ain't gotta push him, man\nGet in the car, get in the- guys, I said get in the car","syncedLyrics":"[00:24.13] It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\n[00:27.07] How I keep from going under\n[00:29.45] It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\n[00:31.50] How I keep from going under\n[00:43.83] Broken glass everywhere\n[00:45.37] People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care\n[00:47.87] I can't take the smell, can't take the noise\n[00:49.95] Got no money to move out, I guess, I got no choice\n[00:52.97] Rats in the front room, roaches in the back\n[00:55.41] Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat\n[00:57.47] I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far\n[00:59.93] 'Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car\n[01:01.90] Don't push me\n[01:04.07] 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n[01:06.76] I'm trying not to lose my head\n[01:11.33] Ah-huh-huh-huh\n[01:12.50] It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n[01:14.06] How I keep from going under\n[01:16.42] Standin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window\n[01:18.87] Watchin' all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow\n[01:21.31] A crazy lady, livin' in a bag\n[01:23.66] Eatin' out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag\n[01:26.08] Said, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango\n[01:28.50] A Zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses\n[01:30.77] Down at the peep show, watching all the creeps\n[01:33.21] So she can tell the stories to the girls back home\n[01:35.53] She went to the city and got so saditty\n[01:37.82] She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own\n[01:40.32] Don't push me\n[01:42.28] 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n[01:45.11] I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n[01:49.25] Ah-huh-huh-huh\n[01:50.35] It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n[01:52.26] How I keep from going under\n[01:55.06] It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n[01:56.99] How I keep from going under\n[01:59.32] My brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV\n[02:01.82] Says, she watches to much, is just not healthy\n[02:04.13] All My Children in the daytime, Dallas, at night\n[02:06.49] Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight\n[02:09.14] The bill collectors, they ring my phone\n[02:11.30] And scare my wife, when I'm not home\n[02:13.62] Got a bum education, double-digit inflation\n[02:15.93] Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\n[02:18.78] Neon King Kong standin' on my back\n[02:20.97] Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\n[02:23.25] A midrange migraine, cancered membrane\n[02:25.59] Sometimes I think I'm going insane\n[02:27.53] I swear I might hijack a plane\n[02:28.58] Don't push me\n[02:30.07] 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n[02:33.56] I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n[02:37.53] It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n[02:40.66] How I keep from going under\n[02:43.44] It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n[02:44.91] How I keep from going under\n[02:47.86] My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school\n[02:50.07] 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a fool\n[02:52.31] And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper\n[02:54.58] If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper\n[02:56.85] Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet\n[02:59.42] Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps\n[03:01.63] 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny\n[03:04.01] You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey\n[03:06.68] They pushed that girl in front of the train\n[03:08.99] Took her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again\n[03:11.30] Stabbed that man right in his heart\n[03:13.59] Gave him a transplant for a brand new start\n[03:16.42] I can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after the dark\n[03:18.23] Keep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run\n[03:20.99] I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar\n[03:23.56] Hear them say, you want some more? 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308220\n- text: How I keep from going under\n start_ms: 308220\n end_ms: 309730\n- text: Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n start_ms: 309730\n end_ms: 311310\n- text: Yo Mel, you see that girl there?\n start_ms: 311310\n end_ms: 313180\n- text: Yo, that sounded like Cowboy man\n start_ms: 313180\n end_ms: 315620\n- text: Cool\n start_ms: 315620\n end_ms: 316740\n- text: Yo, what's up Money?\n start_ms: 316740\n end_ms: 317440\n- text: Yo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n start_ms: 317440\n end_ms: 319480\n- text: They upstairs cooling out\n start_ms: 319480\n end_ms: 321650\n- text: So what's up for tonight y'all?\n start_ms: 321650\n end_ms: 322790\n- text: Yo, we could go down to Fever man\n start_ms: 322790\n end_ms: 324550\n- text: Let's go check out \"Junebug\" man\n start_ms: 324550\n end_ms: 325600\n- text: Hey yo, you know that girl Betty?\n start_ms: 325600\n end_ms: 326670\n- text: Yeah man\n start_ms: 326670\n end_ms: 327790\n- text: Her moms got robbed man (What?)\n start_ms: 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Don't push me\n Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n It's like a jungle sometimes\n It makes me wonder\n how I keep from going under\n Standing on the front stool\n hanging out the window\n Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow\n A crazy lady, livin' in the bag\n eating out of garbage pales\n used to be a fag\n Searchin' has to tangle, skip the life and dangle\n 'Cause you're gon' print to sing they lost us so soon\n Down at the peep show, watching all the creeps\n So she can tell the stories to the girls back home\n She went to the city and got so, so, so dizzy\n She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own\n Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n It's like a jungle sometimes\n It makes me wonder how I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes\n It makes me wonder how I keep from going under\n My brother's doin' best on my mother's TV\n Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy\n All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night\n Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray Fight\n The bill collectors that ring my phone\n And scare my wife when I'm not home\n Got a flunk education, double-digit inflation\n Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\n Neon King Kong standing on my back\n Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\n Mid-range migraine, cancered membranes\n Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane, I swear I might hijack a plane\n Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n It's like a jungle sometimes\n It makes me wonder how I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes\n It makes me wonder how I keep from going under\n My son said, \"Daddy, I don't wanna go to school\"\n 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool\n And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper\n If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper\n Dance to the beat, shuffle my feet\n Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps\n 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny\n You've got to have a car in this land of milk and honey\n They pushed that girl in front of the train\n Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again\n Stabbed that man right in his heart\n Gave him a transplant for a brand new start\n I can't walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark\n Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run\n I feel like an outlaw, broke my last last jaw\n Hear them say: \"You want some more?\" Living on a see-saw\n Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n Say what?\n It's like a jungle sometimes\n It makes me wonder how I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes\n It makes me wonder how I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes\n It makes me wonder how I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes\n It makes me wonder how I keep from going under\n A child is born with no state of mind\n Blind to the ways of mankind\n God is smiling on you, but he's frowning too\n Because only God knows what you gon' do\n You'll grow in the ghetto, living second rate\n And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate\n The places you play and where you stay\n Looks like one great big alleyway\n You'll admire all the number booktakers\n Those pencil pushers and the big moneymakers\n Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens\n And you wanna grow up to be just like them\n Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers\n Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers\n You say I'm cool, I'm no fool\n But then you wind up dropping out of high school\n Now you're unemployed, all null and void\n Walking 'round like you're pretty boy Floyd\n Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did\n God sent up for an eight year bid\n Now your man who mistook in you, and make time\n Spend the next two years as an undercover fag\n Being used and abused to serve like hell\n 'Til one day you will find him dead in a cell\n It was plain to see that your life was lost\n 'Cause you was cold and your body swung back and forth\n But now yeah, I sing the sad, sad song\n Of how you live so fast and die so young\n So don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n It's like a jungle sometimes\n It makes me wonder how I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes\n It makes me wonder how I keep from going under\n Yo Mel, you see that girl there? (Yeah man)\n Yo, that sound like cowboy man, that's not cool\n Yo, wassup money? (Yo)\n Where's fieldin' and right here, man\n They upstairs coolin' out\n So what's up for the night, y'all?\n Yo, we could go down the field\n Let's go check out Juniper, man\n Hey yo, do you know that girl Betty? (Yeah man)\n Her mom's got robbed, man (what, not again?)\n I heard (when did this happen, when did this happen?)\n Alright freeze, don't nobody move nothin', y'all know what this is\n Get 'em up man (we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, man)\n Shut up, I don't wanna hear y'all now\n Officer, officer, what's the problem?\n You the problem\n Yo, you ain't gotta push him, man\n Get in the car, get in the- guys, I said get in the car\n"},{"id":4488443,"name":"The Message","trackName":"The Message","artistName":"Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five","albumName":"Message From Beat Street: The Best of Grandmaster Flash, Melle Mel & The Furious Five","duration":421.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nBroken glass everywhere\nPeople pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care\nI can't take the smell, can't take the noise\nGot no money to move out, I guess, I got no choice\nRats in the front room, roaches in the back\nJunkies in the alley with a baseball bat\nI tried to get away, but I couldn't get far\n'Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm trying not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nStandin' on the front stoop, hangin' out the window\nWatchin' all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow\nA crazy lady, livin' in a bag\nEatin' out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag\nSaid, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango\nA Zircon princess, seemed to lost her senses\nDown at the peep show, watching all the creeps\nSo she can tell the stories to the girls back home\nShe went to the city and got so saditty\nShe had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nMy brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV\nSays, she watches to much, is just not healthy\nAll My Children in the daytime, Dallas, at night\nCan't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight\nThe bill collectors, they ring my phone\nAnd scare my wife, when I'm not home\n\nGot a bum education, double-digit inflation\nCan't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\nNeon King Kong standin' on my back\nCan't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\nA midrange migraine, cancered membrane\nSometimes I think I'm going insane\nI swear I might hijack a plane\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nMy son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school\n'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a fool\nAnd all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper\nIf I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper\nOr dance to the beat, shuffle my feet\nWear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps\n'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny\nYou got to have a con in this land of milk and honey\n\nThey pushed that girl in front of the train\nTook her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again\nStabbed that man right in his heart\nGave him a transplant for a brand new start\nI can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after the dark\nKeep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run\nI feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar\nHear them say, you want some more? Livin' on a see-saw\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin' not to lose my head (Say what?)\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nA child is born, with no state of mind\nBlind to the ways of mankind\nGod is smilin' on you, but he's frownin' too\nBecause only God knows, what you'll go through\nYou'll grow in the ghetto, livin' second rate\nAnd your eyes will sing a song of deep hate\nThe place, that you play and where you stay\nLooks like one great big alley way\n\nYou'll admire all the number book takers\nThugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers\nDriving big cars, spendin' twenties and tens\nAnd you wanna grow up to be just like them\nSmugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers\nPickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers\n\nYou say I'm cool, I'm no fool\nBut then you wind up dropping out of high school\nNow you're unemployed, all null 'n' void\nWalking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd\nTurned stick-up kid, but look what you done did\nGot sent up for an eight year bid\nNow your manhood is took and you're a Maytag\nSpend the next two years as an undercover fag\n\nBeing used and abused and served like hell\n'Til one day you was found hung dead in a cell\nIt was plain to see that your life was lost\nYou was cold and your body swung back and forth\nBut now your eyes sing the sad, sad song\nOf how you lived so fast and died so young\n\nSo, don't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm trying not to lose my head\nAh-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nHuh-ah-huh-huh-huh\nIt's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nHuh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n\nYo Mel, you see that girl there?\nYo, that sounded like Cowboy man\nCool\nYo, what's up Money?\nYo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n\nThey upstairs cooling out\nSo what's up for tonight y'all?\nYo, we could go down to Fever man\nLet's go check out \"Junebug\" man\nHey yo, you know that girl Betty?\nYeah man\n\nHer moms got robbed man (What?)\nNot again man\nShe got hurt bad (When did this happen?)\nWhat's goin' on?\nFreeze\n\nDon't nobody move nothin'\nY'all know what this is\nGet 'em up, get 'em up (What?)\nOh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five\nWhat is that, a gang?\nNo\nShut up\n\nI don't wanna hear your mouth\nShut up\nOfficer, officer, what is the problem?\nYou the problem\nYo, you ain't gotta push me man\nGet in the car, get in the car\nGet in the God...\nI said, \"Get in the car\"\nWhy is he doggin' us man?","syncedLyrics":"[00:42.93] It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\n[00:44.54] How I keep from going under\n[00:47.37] It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me 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366170\n- text: How I keep from going under\n start_ms: 366170\n end_ms: 367510\n- text: Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n start_ms: 367510\n end_ms: 368820\n- text: Yo Mel, you see that girl there?\n start_ms: 368820\n end_ms: 370740\n- text: Yo, that sounded like Cowboy man\n start_ms: 370740\n end_ms: 373240\n- text: Cool\n start_ms: 373240\n end_ms: 374310\n- text: Yo, what's up Money?\n start_ms: 374310\n end_ms: 375250\n- text: Yo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n start_ms: 375250\n end_ms: 377780\n- text: They upstairs cooling out\n start_ms: 377780\n end_ms: 379030\n- text: So what's up for tonight y'all?\n start_ms: 379030\n end_ms: 380360\n- text: Yo, we could go down to Fever man\n start_ms: 380360\n end_ms: 382150\n- text: Let's go check out \"Junebug\" man\n start_ms: 382150\n end_ms: 383490\n- text: Hey yo, you know that girl Betty?\n start_ms: 383490\n end_ms: 385020\n- text: Yeah man\n start_ms: 385020\n end_ms: 385760\n- text: Her moms got robbed man (What?)\n start_ms: 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beat, shuffle my feet\n Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps\n 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny\n You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey\n\n They pushed that girl in front of the train\n Took her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again\n Stabbed that man right in his heart\n Gave him a transplant for a brand new start\n I can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after the dark\n Keep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run\n I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar\n Hear them say, you want some more? 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Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n\n Yo Mel, you see that girl there?\n Yo, that sounded like Cowboy man\n Cool\n Yo, what's up Money?\n Yo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n\n They upstairs cooling out\n So what's up for tonight y'all?\n Yo, we could go down to Fever man\n Let's go check out \"Junebug\" man\n Hey yo, you know that girl Betty?\n Yeah man\n\n Her moms got robbed man (What?)\n Not again man\n She got hurt bad (When did this happen?)\n What's goin' on?\n Freeze\n\n Don't nobody move nothin'\n Y'all know what this is\n Get 'em up, get 'em up (What?)\n Oh man, we're Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five\n What is that, a gang?\n No\n Shut up\n\n I don't wanna hear your mouth\n Shut up\n Officer, officer, what is the problem?\n You the problem\n Yo, you ain't gotta push me man\n Get in the car, get in the car\n Get in the God...\n I said, \"Get in the car\"\n Why is he doggin' us man?\n"},{"id":28712633,"name":"The Message","trackName":"The Message","artistName":"Grandmaster Flash & 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beat, shuffle my feet\n Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps\n 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny\n You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey\n\n They pushed that girl in front of the train\n Took her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again\n Stabbed that man right in his heart\n Gave him a transplant for a brand new start\n I can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after the dark\n Keep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run\n I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar\n Hear them say, you want some more? 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374250\n- text: How I keep from going under\n start_ms: 374250\n end_ms: 375400\n- text: Huh-ah-huh-huh-huh\n start_ms: 375400\n end_ms: 377030\n- text: Yo Mel, you see that girl there?\n start_ms: 377030\n end_ms: 379920\n- text: Yo, that sounded like Cowboy man\n start_ms: 379920\n end_ms: 382050\n- text: Cool\n start_ms: 382050\n end_ms: 382420\n- text: Yo, what's up Money?\n start_ms: 382420\n end_ms: 383560\n- text: Yo, hey, where's Creole and Rahiem at?\n start_ms: 383560\n end_ms: 386100\n- text: They upstairs cooling out\n start_ms: 386100\n end_ms: 387400\n- text: So what's up for tonight y'all?\n start_ms: 387400\n end_ms: 388750\n- text: Yo, we could go down to Fever man\n start_ms: 388750\n end_ms: 390280\n- text: Let's go check out \"Junebug\" man\n start_ms: 390280\n end_ms: 391800\n- text: Hey yo, you know that girl Betty?\n start_ms: 391800\n end_ms: 393050\n- text: Yeah man\n start_ms: 393050\n end_ms: 393650\n- text: Her moms got robbed man (What?)\n start_ms: 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to much, is just not healthy\n All My Children in the daytime, Dallas, at night\n Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight\n The bill collectors, they ring my phone\n And scare my wife, when I'm not home\n\n Got a bum education, double-digit inflation\n Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\n Neon King Kong standin' on my back\n Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\n A midrange migraine, cancered membrane\n Sometimes I think I'm going insane\n I swear I might hijack a plane\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school\n 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a fool\n And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper\n If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper\n Or dance to the 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Livin' on a see-saw\n\n Don't push me\n 'Cause I'm close to the edge\n I'm tryin' not to lose my head (Say what?)\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder\n How I keep from going under\n\n A child is born, with no state of mind\n Blind to the ways of mankind\n God is smilin' on you, but he's frownin' too\n Because only God knows, what you'll go through\n You'll grow in the ghetto, livin' second rate\n And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate\n The place, that you play and where you stay\n Looks like one great big alley way\n\n You'll admire all the number book takers\n Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers\n Driving big cars, spendin' twenties and tens\n And you wanna grow up to be just like them\n Smugglers, scramblers, 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sometimes, it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nMy brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers TV\nSays, she watches to much, is just not healthy\n\"All my Children\" in the daytime, \"Dallas\" at night\nCan't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight\nThe bill collectors, they ring my phone\nAnd scare my wife, when I'm not home\nGot a bum education, double-digit inflation\nCan't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station\nNeon king kong standin' on my back\nCan't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac\nA midrange migraine, cancered membrane\nSometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane!\n\nDon't push me\n'Cause I'm close to the edge\nI'm tryin'\nNot to lose my head\n\nIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\nIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder\nHow I keep from going under\n\nA child is born, with no state of mind\nBlind to the ways of mankind\nGod is smiling on you, but he's frownin' 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