[{"id":39785314,"name":"Beat Street Breakdown","trackName":"Beat Street Breakdown","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"Beat Street","duration":408.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Beat Street break down\n\nBeat Street\nThe king of the beat\nYou see him rocking that beat from across the street\nAnd Huh Huh!\nBeat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\nWell a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\nAnd if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\nWhere the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\nAnd where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\nI never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\nMichelangelo's soul controls your hand\nThen serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\nCrescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\nThe teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\nIn love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\nMore tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\nBut now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\nTell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\nWhen your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\nBums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\nThe ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\nI'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\nYou either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\nYou gotta make something outta nothing at all\nI'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\nThey can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\nThe heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\nYou're the soul of the brother who won't come back\nWho died in my arms on the railroad track\n'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\nThere's gotta be a better place for you and me\nThere's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\nSome people gotta die just to be free\nYou search for justice and what do you find?\nYou find just us on the unemployment line\nYou find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\nThere's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\nStill life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\nA million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\nSo after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\nNo more chump change, none of that bull\nJust movies, museums and the hall of fame\nSo all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\nEverybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\nAnd to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\nRaah!\n\nA newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\nExtra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\nThe rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\nThe ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\nThe game that left the whole world in shambles\nThe cheats, the lies, the alibis\nAnd the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\nLost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\nThe president just forgot about Earth\nSpending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\nThe cost of weapons ran into zillions\nThere's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\nAnd the children in Africa don't even eat\nFlies on their faces, they're living like mice\nAnd the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\nThe water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\nAnd they work all month and don't make no money\nA fight for power, a nuclear shower\nAnd people shout out in the darkest hour\nOf sights unseen and voices unheard\nAnd finally the bomb gets the last word\nChristians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\nAnd everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\nMinds are poisoned and souls are polluted\nSuperiority complex is deep rooted\nLeeches and lice's, and people got prices\nEgomaniacs control the self-righteous\nNothing is sacred and nothing is pure\nSo the revelation of death is our cure\nHitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\nNapoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\nGhengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\nMixed with the blood of the weaker man\nThe peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\nAnd now they can't even look in the mirror\n'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\nAnd that's the reason why we got to get tougher\nTo learn from the past and work for the future\nAnd don't be a slave to no computer\n'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\nAnd the future of the world is in your hands\nSo just throw your hands in the air\nAnd wave 'em like you just don't care\nAnd if you believe that you're the future\nScream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\nRaah!\n\nBeat Street Breakdown\nRaah!\nHip Hop!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beat Street Breakdown\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: Beat Street\n  duration_ms: 407933\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Beat Street break down\n\n  Beat Street\n  The king of the beat\n  You see him rocking that beat from across the street\n  And Huh Huh!\n  Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\n  Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\n  And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\n  Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\n  And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\n  I never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n  'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\n  Michelangelo's soul controls your hand\n  Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\n  Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n  'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\n  The teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\n  In love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\n  More tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\n  But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\n  Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\n  When your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\n  Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\n  The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\n  I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\n  You either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\n  You gotta make something outta nothing at all\n  I'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\n  They can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\n  The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\n  You're the soul of the brother who won't come back\n  Who died in my arms on the railroad track\n  'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\n  There's gotta be a better place for you and me\n  There's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\n  Some people gotta die just to be free\n  You search for justice and what do you find?\n  You find just us on the unemployment line\n  You find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\n  There's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\n  Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\n  A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\n  So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\n  No more chump change, none of that bull\n  Just movies, museums and the hall of fame\n  So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n  'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\n  Everybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\n  And to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  Raah!\n\n  A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\n  Extra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\n  The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\n  The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\n  The game that left the whole world in shambles\n  The cheats, the lies, the alibis\n  And the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\n  Lost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\n  The president just forgot about Earth\n  Spending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\n  The cost of weapons ran into zillions\n  There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\n  And the children in Africa don't even eat\n  Flies on their faces, they're living like mice\n  And the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\n  The water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\n  And they work all month and don't make no money\n  A fight for power, a nuclear shower\n  And people shout out in the darkest hour\n  Of sights unseen and voices unheard\n  And finally the bomb gets the last word\n  Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\n  And everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\n  Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted\n  Superiority complex is deep rooted\n  Leeches and lice's, and people got prices\n  Egomaniacs control the self-righteous\n  Nothing is sacred and nothing is pure\n  So the revelation of death is our cure\n  Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\n  Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\n  Ghengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\n  Mixed with the blood of the weaker man\n  The peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\n  And now they can't even look in the mirror\n  'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\n  And that's the reason why we got to get tougher\n  To learn from the past and work for the future\n  And don't be a slave to no computer\n  'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\n  And the future of the world is in your hands\n  So just throw your hands in the air\n  And wave 'em like you just don't care\n  And if you believe that you're the future\n  Scream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  Raah!\n\n  Beat Street Breakdown\n  Raah!\n  Hip Hop!\n"},{"id":29006380,"name":"Beat Street Breakdown","trackName":"Beat Street Breakdown","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"Beat Street, Volume 01","duration":413.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Beat Street break down\n\nBeat Street\nThe king of the beat\nYou see him rocking that beat from across the street\nAnd Huh Huh!\nBeat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\nWell a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\nAnd if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\nWhere the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\nAnd where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\nI never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\nMichelangelo's soul controls your hand\nThen serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\nCrescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\nThe teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\nIn love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\nMore tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\nBut now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\nTell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\nWhen your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\nBums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\nThe ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\nI'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\nYou either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\nYou gotta make something outta nothing at all\nI'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\nThey can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\nThe heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\nYou're the soul of the brother who won't come back\nWho died in my arms on the railroad track\n'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\nThere's gotta be a better place for you and me\nThere's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\nSome people gotta die just to be free\nYou search for justice and what do you find?\nYou find just us on the unemployment line\nYou find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\nThere's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\nStill life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\nA million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\nSo after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\nNo more chump change, none of that bull\nJust movies, museums and the hall of fame\nSo all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\nEverybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\nAnd to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\nRaah!\n\nA newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\nExtra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\nThe rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\nThe ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\nThe game that left the whole world in shambles\nThe cheats, the lies, the alibis\nAnd the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\nLost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\nThe president just forgot about Earth\nSpending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\nThe cost of weapons ran into zillions\nThere's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\nAnd the children in Africa don't even eat\nFlies on their faces, they're living like mice\nAnd the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\nThe water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\nAnd they work all month and don't make no money\nA fight for power, a nuclear shower\nAnd people shout out in the darkest hour\nOf sights unseen and voices unheard\nAnd finally the bomb gets the last word\nChristians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\nAnd everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\nMinds are poisoned and souls are polluted\nSuperiority complex is deep rooted\nLeeches and lice's, and people got prices\nEgomaniacs control the self-righteous\nNothing is sacred and nothing is pure\nSo the revelation of death is our cure\nHitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\nNapoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\nGhengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\nMixed with the blood of the weaker man\nThe peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\nAnd now they can't even look in the mirror\n'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\nAnd that's the reason why we got to get tougher\nTo learn from the past and work for the future\nAnd don't be a slave to no computer\n'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\nAnd the future of the world is in your hands\nSo just throw your hands in the air\nAnd wave 'em like you just don't care\nAnd if you believe that you're the future\nScream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\nRaah!\n\nBeat Street Breakdown\nRaah!\nHip Hop!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beat Street Breakdown\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: Beat Street, Volume 01\n  duration_ms: 413000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Beat Street break down\n\n  Beat Street\n  The king of the beat\n  You see him rocking that beat from across the street\n  And Huh Huh!\n  Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\n  Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\n  And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\n  Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\n  And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\n  I never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n  'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\n  Michelangelo's soul controls your hand\n  Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\n  Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n  'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\n  The teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\n  In love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\n  More tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\n  But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\n  Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\n  When your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\n  Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\n  The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\n  I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\n  You either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\n  You gotta make something outta nothing at all\n  I'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\n  They can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\n  The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\n  You're the soul of the brother who won't come back\n  Who died in my arms on the railroad track\n  'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\n  There's gotta be a better place for you and me\n  There's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\n  Some people gotta die just to be free\n  You search for justice and what do you find?\n  You find just us on the unemployment line\n  You find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\n  There's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\n  Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\n  A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\n  So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\n  No more chump change, none of that bull\n  Just movies, museums and the hall of fame\n  So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n  'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\n  Everybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\n  And to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  Raah!\n\n  A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\n  Extra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\n  The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\n  The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\n  The game that left the whole world in shambles\n  The cheats, the lies, the alibis\n  And the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\n  Lost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\n  The president just forgot about Earth\n  Spending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\n  The cost of weapons ran into zillions\n  There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\n  And the children in Africa don't even eat\n  Flies on their faces, they're living like mice\n  And the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\n  The water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\n  And they work all month and don't make no money\n  A fight for power, a nuclear shower\n  And people shout out in the darkest hour\n  Of sights unseen and voices unheard\n  And finally the bomb gets the last word\n  Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\n  And everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\n  Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted\n  Superiority complex is deep rooted\n  Leeches and lice's, and people got prices\n  Egomaniacs control the self-righteous\n  Nothing is sacred and nothing is pure\n  So the revelation of death is our cure\n  Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\n  Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\n  Ghengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\n  Mixed with the blood of the weaker man\n  The peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\n  And now they can't even look in the mirror\n  'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\n  And that's the reason why we got to get tougher\n  To learn from the past and work for the future\n  And don't be a slave to no computer\n  'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\n  And the future of the world is in your hands\n  So just throw your hands in the air\n  And wave 'em like you just don't care\n  And if you believe that you're the future\n  Scream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  Raah!\n\n  Beat Street Breakdown\n  Raah!\n  Hip Hop!\n"},{"id":24467168,"name":"Beat Street Breakdown","trackName":"Beat Street Breakdown","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"The Essential Grandmaster Flash","duration":311.170612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Beat Street break down\n\nBeat Street\nThe king of the beat\nYou see him rocking that beat from across the street\nAnd Huh Huh!\nBeat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\nWell a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\nAnd if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\nWhere the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\nAnd where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\nI never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\nMichelangelo's soul controls your hand\nThen serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\nCrescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\nThe teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\nIn love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\nMore tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\nBut now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\nTell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\nWhen your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\nBums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\nThe ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\nI'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\nYou either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\nYou gotta make something outta nothing at all\nI'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\nThey can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\nThe heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\nYou're the soul of the brother who won't come back\nWho died in my arms on the railroad track\n'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\nThere's gotta be a better place for you and me\nThere's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\nSome people gotta die just to be free\nYou search for justice and what do you find?\nYou find just us on the unemployment line\nYou find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\nThere's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\nStill life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\nA million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\nSo after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\nNo more chump change, none of that bull\nJust movies, museums and the hall of fame\nSo all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\nEverybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\nAnd to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\nRaah!\n\nA newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\nExtra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\nThe rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\nThe ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\nThe game that left the whole world in shambles\nThe cheats, the lies, the alibis\nAnd the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\nLost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\nThe president just forgot about Earth\nSpending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\nThe cost of weapons ran into zillions\nThere's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\nAnd the children in Africa don't even eat\nFlies on their faces, they're living like mice\nAnd the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\nThe water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\nAnd they work all month and don't make no money\nA fight for power, a nuclear shower\nAnd people shout out in the darkest hour\nOf sights unseen and voices unheard\nAnd finally the bomb gets the last word\nChristians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\nAnd everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\nMinds are poisoned and souls are polluted\nSuperiority complex is deep rooted\nLeeches and lice's, and people got prices\nEgomaniacs control the self-righteous\nNothing is sacred and nothing is pure\nSo the revelation of death is our cure\nHitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\nNapoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\nGhengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\nMixed with the blood of the weaker man\nThe peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\nAnd now they can't even look in the mirror\n'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\nAnd that's the reason why we got to get tougher\nTo learn from the past and work for the future\nAnd don't be a slave to no computer\n'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\nAnd the future of the world is in your hands\nSo just throw your hands in the air\nAnd wave 'em like you just don't care\nAnd if you believe that you're the future\nScream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\nRaah!\n\nBeat Street Breakdown\nRaah!\nHip Hop!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beat Street Breakdown\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: The Essential Grandmaster Flash\n  duration_ms: 311171\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Beat Street break down\n\n  Beat Street\n  The king of the beat\n  You see him rocking that beat from across the street\n  And Huh Huh!\n  Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\n  Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\n  And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\n  Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\n  And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\n  I never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n  'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\n  Michelangelo's soul controls your hand\n  Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\n  Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n  'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\n  The teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\n  In love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\n  More tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\n  But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\n  Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\n  When your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\n  Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\n  The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\n  I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\n  You either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\n  You gotta make something outta nothing at all\n  I'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\n  They can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\n  The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\n  You're the soul of the brother who won't come back\n  Who died in my arms on the railroad track\n  'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\n  There's gotta be a better place for you and me\n  There's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\n  Some people gotta die just to be free\n  You search for justice and what do you find?\n  You find just us on the unemployment line\n  You find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\n  There's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\n  Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\n  A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\n  So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\n  No more chump change, none of that bull\n  Just movies, museums and the hall of fame\n  So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n  'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\n  Everybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\n  And to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  Raah!\n\n  A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\n  Extra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\n  The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\n  The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\n  The game that left the whole world in shambles\n  The cheats, the lies, the alibis\n  And the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\n  Lost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\n  The president just forgot about Earth\n  Spending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\n  The cost of weapons ran into zillions\n  There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\n  And the children in Africa don't even eat\n  Flies on their faces, they're living like mice\n  And the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\n  The water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\n  And they work all month and don't make no money\n  A fight for power, a nuclear shower\n  And people shout out in the darkest hour\n  Of sights unseen and voices unheard\n  And finally the bomb gets the last word\n  Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\n  And everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\n  Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted\n  Superiority complex is deep rooted\n  Leeches and lice's, and people got prices\n  Egomaniacs control the self-righteous\n  Nothing is sacred and nothing is pure\n  So the revelation of death is our cure\n  Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\n  Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\n  Ghengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\n  Mixed with the blood of the weaker man\n  The peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\n  And now they can't even look in the mirror\n  'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\n  And that's the reason why we got to get tougher\n  To learn from the past and work for the future\n  And don't be a slave to no computer\n  'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\n  And the future of the world is in your hands\n  So just throw your hands in the air\n  And wave 'em like you just don't care\n  And if you believe that you're the future\n  Scream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  Raah!\n\n  Beat Street Breakdown\n  Raah!\n  Hip Hop!\n"},{"id":4646245,"name":"Beat Street Breakdown","trackName":"Beat Street Breakdown","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle-Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"The Best of Grandmaster Flash & Sugar Hill","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Beat Street break down\n\nBeat Street\nThe king of the beat\nYou see him rocking that beat from across the street\nAnd Huh Huh!\nBeat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\nWell a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\nAnd if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\nWhere the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\nAnd where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\nI never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\nMichelangelo's soul controls your hand\nThen serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\nCrescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\nThe teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\nIn love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\nMore tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\nBut now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\nTell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\nWhen your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\nBums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\nThe ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\nI'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\nYou either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\nYou gotta make something outta nothing at all\nI'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\nThey can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\nThe heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\nYou're the soul of the brother who won't come back\nWho died in my arms on the railroad track\n'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\nThere's gotta be a better place for you and me\nThere's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\nSome people gotta die just to be free\nYou search for justice and what do you find?\nYou find just us on the unemployment line\nYou find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\nThere's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\nStill life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\nA million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\nSo after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\nNo more chump change, none of that bull\nJust movies, museums and the hall of fame\nSo all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\nEverybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\nAnd to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\nRaah!\n\nA newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\nExtra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\nThe rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\nThe ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\nThe game that left the whole world in shambles\nThe cheats, the lies, the alibis\nAnd the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\nLost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\nThe president just forgot about Earth\nSpending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\nThe cost of weapons ran into zillions\nThere's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\nAnd the children in Africa don't even eat\nFlies on their faces, they're living like mice\nAnd the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\nThe water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\nAnd they work all month and don't make no money\nA fight for power, a nuclear shower\nAnd people shout out in the darkest hour\nOf sights unseen and voices unheard\nAnd finally the bomb gets the last word\nChristians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\nAnd everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\nMinds are poisoned and souls are polluted\nSuperiority complex is deep rooted\nLeeches and lice's, and people got prices\nEgomaniacs control the self-righteous\nNothing is sacred and nothing is pure\nSo the revelation of death is our cure\nHitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\nNapoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\nGhengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\nMixed with the blood of the weaker man\nThe peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\nAnd now they can't even look in the mirror\n'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\nAnd that's the reason why we got to get tougher\nTo learn from the past and work for the future\nAnd don't be a slave to no computer\n'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\nAnd the future of the world is in your hands\nSo just throw your hands in the air\nAnd wave 'em like you just don't care\nAnd if you believe that you're the future\nScream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\nRaah!\n\nBeat Street Breakdown\nRaah!\nHip Hop!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beat Street Breakdown\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle-Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: The Best of Grandmaster Flash & Sugar Hill\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Beat Street break down\n\n  Beat Street\n  The king of the beat\n  You see him rocking that beat from across the street\n  And Huh Huh!\n  Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\n  Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\n  And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\n  Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\n  And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\n  I never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n  'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\n  Michelangelo's soul controls your hand\n  Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\n  Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n  'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\n  The teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\n  In love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\n  More tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\n  But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\n  Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\n  When your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\n  Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\n  The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\n  I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\n  You either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\n  You gotta make something outta nothing at all\n  I'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\n  They can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\n  The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\n  You're the soul of the brother who won't come back\n  Who died in my arms on the railroad track\n  'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\n  There's gotta be a better place for you and me\n  There's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\n  Some people gotta die just to be free\n  You search for justice and what do you find?\n  You find just us on the unemployment line\n  You find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\n  There's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\n  Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\n  A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\n  So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\n  No more chump change, none of that bull\n  Just movies, museums and the hall of fame\n  So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n  'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\n  Everybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\n  And to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  Raah!\n\n  A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\n  Extra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\n  The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\n  The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\n  The game that left the whole world in shambles\n  The cheats, the lies, the alibis\n  And the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\n  Lost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\n  The president just forgot about Earth\n  Spending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\n  The cost of weapons ran into zillions\n  There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\n  And the children in Africa don't even eat\n  Flies on their faces, they're living like mice\n  And the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\n  The water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\n  And they work all month and don't make no money\n  A fight for power, a nuclear shower\n  And people shout out in the darkest hour\n  Of sights unseen and voices unheard\n  And finally the bomb gets the last word\n  Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\n  And everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\n  Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted\n  Superiority complex is deep rooted\n  Leeches and lice's, and people got prices\n  Egomaniacs control the self-righteous\n  Nothing is sacred and nothing is pure\n  So the revelation of death is our cure\n  Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\n  Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\n  Ghengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\n  Mixed with the blood of the weaker man\n  The peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\n  And now they can't even look in the mirror\n  'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\n  And that's the reason why we got to get tougher\n  To learn from the past and work for the future\n  And don't be a slave to no computer\n  'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\n  And the future of the world is in your hands\n  So just throw your hands in the air\n  And wave 'em like you just don't care\n  And if you believe that you're the future\n  Scream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  Raah!\n\n  Beat Street Breakdown\n  Raah!\n  Hip Hop!\n"},{"id":35557763,"name":"Beat Street Breakdown","trackName":"Beat Street Breakdown","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"Beat Street - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (Volume 1 & 2)","duration":408.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Beat Street break down\n\nBeat Street\nThe king of the beat\nYou see him rocking that beat from across the street\nAnd Huh Huh!\nBeat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\nWell a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\nAnd if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\nWhere the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\nAnd where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\nI never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\nMichelangelo's soul controls your hand\nThen serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\nCrescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\nThe teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\nIn love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\nMore tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\nBut now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\nTell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\nWhen your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\nBums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\nThe ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\nI'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\nYou either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\nYou gotta make something outta nothing at all\nI'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\nThey can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\nThe heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\nYou're the soul of the brother who won't come back\nWho died in my arms on the railroad track\n'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\nThere's gotta be a better place for you and me\nThere's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\nSome people gotta die just to be free\nYou search for justice and what do you find?\nYou find just us on the unemployment line\nYou find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\nThere's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\nStill life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\nA million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\nSo after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\nNo more chump change, none of that bull\nJust movies, museums and the hall of fame\nSo all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\nEverybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\nAnd to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\nRaah!\n\nA newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\nExtra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\nThe rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\nThe ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\nThe game that left the whole world in shambles\nThe cheats, the lies, the alibis\nAnd the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\nLost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\nThe president just forgot about Earth\nSpending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\nThe cost of weapons ran into zillions\nThere's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\nAnd the children in Africa don't even eat\nFlies on their faces, they're living like mice\nAnd the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\nThe water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\nAnd they work all month and don't make no money\nA fight for power, a nuclear shower\nAnd people shout out in the darkest hour\nOf sights unseen and voices unheard\nAnd finally the bomb gets the last word\nChristians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\nAnd everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\nMinds are poisoned and souls are polluted\nSuperiority complex is deep rooted\nLeeches and lice's, and people got prices\nEgomaniacs control the self-righteous\nNothing is sacred and nothing is pure\nSo the revelation of death is our cure\nHitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\nNapoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\nGhengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\nMixed with the blood of the weaker man\nThe peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\nAnd now they can't even look in the mirror\n'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\nAnd that's the reason why we got to get tougher\nTo learn from the past and work for the future\nAnd don't be a slave to no computer\n'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\nAnd the future of the world is in your hands\nSo just throw your hands in the air\nAnd wave 'em like you just don't care\nAnd if you believe that you're the future\nScream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\nRaah!\n\nBeat Street Breakdown\nRaah!\nHip Hop!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beat Street Breakdown\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: Beat Street - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (Volume 1 & 2)\n  duration_ms: 408000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Beat Street break down\n\n  Beat Street\n  The king of the beat\n  You see him rocking that beat from across the street\n  And Huh Huh!\n  Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\n  Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\n  And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\n  Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\n  And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\n  I never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n  'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\n  Michelangelo's soul controls your hand\n  Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\n  Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n  'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\n  The teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\n  In love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\n  More tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\n  But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\n  Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\n  When your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\n  Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\n  The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\n  I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\n  You either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\n  You gotta make something outta nothing at all\n  I'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\n  They can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\n  The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\n  You're the soul of the brother who won't come back\n  Who died in my arms on the railroad track\n  'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\n  There's gotta be a better place for you and me\n  There's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\n  Some people gotta die just to be free\n  You search for justice and what do you find?\n  You find just us on the unemployment line\n  You find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\n  There's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\n  Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\n  A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\n  So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\n  No more chump change, none of that bull\n  Just movies, museums and the hall of fame\n  So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n  'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\n  Everybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\n  And to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  Raah!\n\n  A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\n  Extra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\n  The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\n  The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\n  The game that left the whole world in shambles\n  The cheats, the lies, the alibis\n  And the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\n  Lost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\n  The president just forgot about Earth\n  Spending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\n  The cost of weapons ran into zillions\n  There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\n  And the children in Africa don't even eat\n  Flies on their faces, they're living like mice\n  And the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\n  The water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\n  And they work all month and don't make no money\n  A fight for power, a nuclear shower\n  And people shout out in the darkest hour\n  Of sights unseen and voices unheard\n  And finally the bomb gets the last word\n  Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\n  And everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\n  Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted\n  Superiority complex is deep rooted\n  Leeches and lice's, and people got prices\n  Egomaniacs control the self-righteous\n  Nothing is sacred and nothing is pure\n  So the revelation of death is our cure\n  Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\n  Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\n  Ghengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\n  Mixed with the blood of the weaker man\n  The peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\n  And now they can't even look in the mirror\n  'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\n  And that's the reason why we got to get tougher\n  To learn from the past and work for the future\n  And don't be a slave to no computer\n  'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\n  And the future of the world is in your hands\n  So just throw your hands in the air\n  And wave 'em like you just don't care\n  And if you believe that you're the future\n  Scream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  Raah!\n\n  Beat Street Breakdown\n  Raah!\n  Hip Hop!\n"},{"id":6206322,"name":"Beat Street Breakdown","trackName":"Beat Street Breakdown","artistName":"Grandmaster, Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"The Best of Grandmaster Flash and Sugar Hill","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Beat Street break down\n\nBeat Street\nThe king of the beat\nYou see him rocking that beat from across the street\nAnd Huh Huh!\nBeat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\nWell a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\nAnd if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\nWhere the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\nAnd where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\nI never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\nMichelangelo's soul controls your hand\nThen serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\nCrescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\nThe teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\nIn love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\nMore tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\nBut now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\nTell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\nWhen your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\nBums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\nThe ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\nI'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\nYou either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\nYou gotta make something outta nothing at all\nI'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\nThey can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\nThe heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\nYou're the soul of the brother who won't come back\nWho died in my arms on the railroad track\n'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\nThere's gotta be a better place for you and me\nThere's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\nSome people gotta die just to be free\nYou search for justice and what do you find?\nYou find just us on the unemployment line\nYou find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\nThere's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\nStill life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\nA million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\nSo after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\nNo more chump change, none of that bull\nJust movies, museums and the hall of fame\nSo all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\nEverybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\nAnd to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\nRaah!\n\nA newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\nExtra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\nThe rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\nThe ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\nThe game that left the whole world in shambles\nThe cheats, the lies, the alibis\nAnd the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\nLost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\nThe president just forgot about Earth\nSpending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\nThe cost of weapons ran into zillions\nThere's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\nAnd the children in Africa don't even eat\nFlies on their faces, they're living like mice\nAnd the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\nThe water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\nAnd they work all month and don't make no money\nA fight for power, a nuclear shower\nAnd people shout out in the darkest hour\nOf sights unseen and voices unheard\nAnd finally the bomb gets the last word\nChristians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\nAnd everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\nMinds are poisoned and souls are polluted\nSuperiority complex is deep rooted\nLeeches and lice's, and people got prices\nEgomaniacs control the self-righteous\nNothing is sacred and nothing is pure\nSo the revelation of death is our cure\nHitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\nNapoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\nGhengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\nMixed with the blood of the weaker man\nThe peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\nAnd now they can't even look in the mirror\n'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\nAnd that's the reason why we got to get tougher\nTo learn from the past and work for the future\nAnd don't be a slave to no computer\n'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\nAnd the future of the world is in your hands\nSo just throw your hands in the air\nAnd wave 'em like you just don't care\nAnd if you believe that you're the future\nScream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\nRaah!\n\nBeat Street Breakdown\nRaah!\nHip Hop!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beat Street Breakdown\n  artist: Grandmaster, Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: The Best of Grandmaster Flash and Sugar Hill\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Beat Street break down\n\n  Beat Street\n  The king of the beat\n  You see him rocking that beat from across the street\n  And Huh Huh!\n  Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\n  Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\n  And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\n  Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\n  And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\n  I never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n  'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\n  Michelangelo's soul controls your hand\n  Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\n  Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n  'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\n  The teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\n  In love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\n  More tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\n  But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\n  Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\n  When your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\n  Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\n  The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\n  I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\n  You either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\n  You gotta make something outta nothing at all\n  I'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\n  They can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\n  The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\n  You're the soul of the brother who won't come back\n  Who died in my arms on the railroad track\n  'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\n  There's gotta be a better place for you and me\n  There's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\n  Some people gotta die just to be free\n  You search for justice and what do you find?\n  You find just us on the unemployment line\n  You find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\n  There's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\n  Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\n  A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\n  So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\n  No more chump change, none of that bull\n  Just movies, museums and the hall of fame\n  So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n  'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\n  Everybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\n  And to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  Raah!\n\n  A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\n  Extra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\n  The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\n  The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\n  The game that left the whole world in shambles\n  The cheats, the lies, the alibis\n  And the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\n  Lost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\n  The president just forgot about Earth\n  Spending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\n  The cost of weapons ran into zillions\n  There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\n  And the children in Africa don't even eat\n  Flies on their faces, they're living like mice\n  And the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\n  The water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\n  And they work all month and don't make no money\n  A fight for power, a nuclear shower\n  And people shout out in the darkest hour\n  Of sights unseen and voices unheard\n  And finally the bomb gets the last word\n  Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\n  And everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\n  Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted\n  Superiority complex is deep rooted\n  Leeches and lice's, and people got prices\n  Egomaniacs control the self-righteous\n  Nothing is sacred and nothing is pure\n  So the revelation of death is our cure\n  Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\n  Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\n  Ghengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\n  Mixed with the blood of the weaker man\n  The peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\n  And now they can't even look in the mirror\n  'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\n  And that's the reason why we got to get tougher\n  To learn from the past and work for the future\n  And don't be a slave to no computer\n  'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\n  And the future of the world is in your hands\n  So just throw your hands in the air\n  And wave 'em like you just don't care\n  And if you believe that you're the future\n  Scream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  Raah!\n\n  Beat Street Breakdown\n  Raah!\n  Hip Hop!\n"},{"id":24506847,"name":"Beat Street Breakdown","trackName":"Beat Street Breakdown","artistName":"Furious Five/Grandmaster Flash/Melle Mel","albumName":"The Best of Grandmaster Flash and Sugar Hill Disc 1","duration":309.8363,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Beat Street break down\n\nBeat Street\nThe king of the beat\nYou see him rocking that beat from across the street\nAnd Huh Huh!\nBeat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\nWell a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\nAnd if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\nWhere the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\nAnd where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\nI never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\nMichelangelo's soul controls your hand\nThen serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\nCrescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\nThe teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\nIn love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\nMore tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\nBut now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\nTell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\nWhen your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\nBums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\nThe ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\nI'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\nYou either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\nYou gotta make something outta nothing at all\nI'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\nThey can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\nThe heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\nYou're the soul of the brother who won't come back\nWho died in my arms on the railroad track\n'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\nThere's gotta be a better place for you and me\nThere's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\nSome people gotta die just to be free\nYou search for justice and what do you find?\nYou find just us on the unemployment line\nYou find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\nThere's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\nStill life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\nA million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\nSo after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\nNo more chump change, none of that bull\nJust movies, museums and the hall of fame\nSo all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\nEverybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\nAnd to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\nRaah!\n\nA newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\nExtra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\nThe rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\nThe ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\nThe game that left the whole world in shambles\nThe cheats, the lies, the alibis\nAnd the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\nLost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\nThe president just forgot about Earth\nSpending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\nThe cost of weapons ran into zillions\nThere's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\nAnd the children in Africa don't even eat\nFlies on their faces, they're living like mice\nAnd the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\nThe water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\nAnd they work all month and don't make no money\nA fight for power, a nuclear shower\nAnd people shout out in the darkest hour\nOf sights unseen and voices unheard\nAnd finally the bomb gets the last word\nChristians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\nAnd everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\nMinds are poisoned and souls are polluted\nSuperiority complex is deep rooted\nLeeches and lice's, and people got prices\nEgomaniacs control the self-righteous\nNothing is sacred and nothing is pure\nSo the revelation of death is our cure\nHitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\nNapoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\nGhengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\nMixed with the blood of the weaker man\nThe peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\nAnd now they can't even look in the mirror\n'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\nAnd that's the reason why we got to get tougher\nTo learn from the past and work for the future\nAnd don't be a slave to no computer\n'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\nAnd the future of the world is in your hands\nSo just throw your hands in the air\nAnd wave 'em like you just don't care\nAnd if you believe that you're the future\nScream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\nRaah!\n\nBeat Street Breakdown\nRaah!\nHip Hop!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beat Street Breakdown\n  artist: Furious Five/Grandmaster Flash/Melle Mel\n  album: The Best of Grandmaster Flash and Sugar Hill Disc 1\n  duration_ms: 309836\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Beat Street break down\n\n  Beat Street\n  The king of the beat\n  You see him rocking that beat from across the street\n  And Huh Huh!\n  Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!\n\n  Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give\n  And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live\n  Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony\n  And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!\n  I never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place\n  'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can\n  Michelangelo's soul controls your hand\n  Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head\n  Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon?\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must\n  'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!\n  The teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind\n  In love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh!\n  More tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son\n  But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead?\n  Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes?\n  When your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing\n  Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete\n  The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party\n  I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light\n  You either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh!\n  You gotta make something outta nothing at all\n  I'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school\n  They can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall\n  The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me\n  You're the soul of the brother who won't come back\n  Who died in my arms on the railroad track\n  'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space\n  There's gotta be a better place for you and me\n  There's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye\n  Some people gotta die just to be free\n  You search for justice and what do you find?\n  You find just us on the unemployment line\n  You find just us sweating from dawn to dusk\n  There's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha!\n  Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls\n  A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all\n  So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain\n  No more chump change, none of that bull\n  Just movies, museums and the hall of fame\n  So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong\n  'Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here\n  Everybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say 'Ho!' ('Ho!'), Say 'Ho!' ('Ho!')\n  And to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  'Ramo!' ('Ramo!')\n  Raah!\n\n  A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man!'\n  Extra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose\n  The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire\n  The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble\n  The game that left the whole world in shambles\n  The cheats, the lies, the alibis\n  And the foolish attempt to conquer the skies\n  Lost in space, and what is it worth, huh?\n  The president just forgot about Earth\n  Spending multi billions, and maybe even trillions\n  The cost of weapons ran into zillions\n  There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet\n  And the children in Africa don't even eat\n  Flies on their faces, they're living like mice\n  And the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh!\n  The water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny\n  And they work all month and don't make no money\n  A fight for power, a nuclear shower\n  And people shout out in the darkest hour\n  Of sights unseen and voices unheard\n  And finally the bomb gets the last word\n  Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews\n  And everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh!\n  Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted\n  Superiority complex is deep rooted\n  Leeches and lice's, and people got prices\n  Egomaniacs control the self-righteous\n  Nothing is sacred and nothing is pure\n  So the revelation of death is our cure\n  Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan\n  Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin\n  Ghengis Khan and the Shah of Iran\n  Mixed with the blood of the weaker man\n  The peoples in terror, the leaders made the error\n  And now they can't even look in the mirror\n  'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher\n  And that's the reason why we got to get tougher\n  To learn from the past and work for the future\n  And don't be a slave to no computer\n  'Cause the Children of Man inherits the land\n  And the future of the world is in your hands\n  So just throw your hands in the air\n  And wave 'em like you just don't care\n  And if you believe that you're the future\n  Scream it out and say 'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  'Oh yeah!' ('Oh yeah!')\n  Raah!\n\n  Beat Street Breakdown\n  Raah!\n  Hip Hop!\n"}]