[{"id":35237766,"name":"Pump Me Up","trackName":"Pump Me Up","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle-Mel","albumName":"Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Melle-Mel & The Furious Five: The Greatest Hits","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\nRappers might be willin but they ain't able\nCause I was their king straight from my cradle\nI screamed and hollered and shook my rattle\nAnd dreamt of defeating them all in battle\n\nThere was no food in my silver spoon\nSo I grew up hard and I grew up soon\nI'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too\nAnd I eat up chumps that rap like you\n\nThen I met this shark and his name was Jaws\nHe was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\nI starting writing my rhymes the shark grew and grew\nBut I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n\nThe shark got sick and then he exploded\nCause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded\nThey flew in the air and into the sea\nAnd the whole universe knew that the king was me\n\nCome on, I said come on, I said come on\n\nI'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine\nOr a platinum watch or some vintage wine\nNot a pocket full of pearls I'm a oil well\nLike black gold baby I'm Melle Mel\n\nAnd to all the fly girls I come off hard\nThe slightest wink or nod makes me your god\nAll my problems are small so my pockets are large\nWhen I walk in the door Oh baby I'm in charge\n\nTreat ladies like jewels and diamond rings\nOn my fingers on my arms on everything\nOn the streets oh my Jesus! I can't be beat\nSo don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\nI'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\nCause the bum emcees are all washed up\nPut your women on the line with the rest of my crew\nSo I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\nPump, pump (me up!) me what? (me up!)\n\nPump, pump, pump, pump me up!\n\nI'm like the genie in your lamp\nA face on your stamp\nThe hip hop rocker\nThe microphone champ\n\nGot a knock out voice\nLike a rolls royce\nGotta rank as number one\nTo be the people's choice","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pump Me Up\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle-Mel\n  album: 'Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Melle-Mel & The Furious Five: The Greatest Hits'\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  Rappers might be willin but they ain't able\n  Cause I was their king straight from my cradle\n  I screamed and hollered and shook my rattle\n  And dreamt of defeating them all in battle\n\n  There was no food in my silver spoon\n  So I grew up hard and I grew up soon\n  I'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too\n  And I eat up chumps that rap like you\n\n  Then I met this shark and his name was Jaws\n  He was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\n  I starting writing my rhymes the shark grew and grew\n  But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n\n  The shark got sick and then he exploded\n  Cause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded\n  They flew in the air and into the sea\n  And the whole universe knew that the king was me\n\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  I'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine\n  Or a platinum watch or some vintage wine\n  Not a pocket full of pearls I'm a oil well\n  Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel\n\n  And to all the fly girls I come off hard\n  The slightest wink or nod makes me your god\n  All my problems are small so my pockets are large\n  When I walk in the door Oh baby I'm in charge\n\n  Treat ladies like jewels and diamond rings\n  On my fingers on my arms on everything\n  On the streets oh my Jesus! I can't be beat\n  So don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\n  I'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\n  Cause the bum emcees are all washed up\n  Put your women on the line with the rest of my crew\n  So I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\n  Pump, pump (me up!) me what? (me up!)\n\n  Pump, pump, pump, pump me up!\n\n  I'm like the genie in your lamp\n  A face on your stamp\n  The hip hop rocker\n  The microphone champ\n\n  Got a knock out voice\n  Like a rolls royce\n  Gotta rank as number one\n  To be the people's choice\n"},{"id":30683554,"name":"Pump Me Up","trackName":"Pump Me Up","artistName":"Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five","albumName":"Grandmaster Flash · The Furious Five · Grandmaster Melle Mel: The Greatest Hits","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pump, pump, pump, pump me up\nFor anything you say, there is no cure for this (Rockness)\n\nCome on, I said, \"Come on\", I said, \"Come on\"\n\nRappers might be willin' but they ain't able 'cause I was their king straight from my cradle\nI screamed and holla and shook my rattle and dreamt of a defeatin' them that all in battle\nThere was no food in my silver spoon, so I grew up hard and I grew up soon\nI'm a writhes king but I'm hungry too and I eat up chumps that rap like you\nThen I meat this shark and his name was George, he was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\nI starting writing my rhymes, the shark grew and grew\nBut I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\nThe shark got sick and then he exploded 'cause he didn't realised that my rhymes was loaded\nHe flew in the air and into the sea and the whole universe knew that the king was me\nCome on, I said, \"Come on\", I said, \"Come on\"\nI'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a platen watch that some bitches whine\nI'm not a pocket full of pearls, I'm a oil well\nLike black gold baby I'm Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard\nThe slightest wink or nod makes me your guard\nThough my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large\nWhen I'm walkin' the dog, oh baby I'm in charge\nI tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything\nOn the streets, on the sheets I can't be defeat, so don't ask \"Where's the beef?\"\nBaby here is the meat\nI'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup 'cause the bum MC's are all washed up\nPut your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you\nPump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)\n\nPump, pump, pump, pump me up\nI'm like the genie in your lamp and face on your stamp\nThe hip-hop rocket, the microphone champ\nGotta knock out boys like a Rolls Royce\nGotta write to number one to be the peoples choice\n'Cause you hum \"ding\" and then you hum \"dong\", it's just like the friendly game of ping pong\nWhen you hit the ball upside the paddle, it's just like cowboy ridin' on a saddle\nUp above your head is the flash off light 'cause I can rock to the beat on any god given night\nLike to rock like to roll like to entertain while my car's outside you're waiting for the train\nThe train to the bus, the bus to whatever and I'm the Mc that'll rock in any type of weather\nI'm the bow legged brother, there never be another, I bought a mansion for my mother\nCome on, I said, \"Come on\", I said, \"Come on\"\nI got a certain cool, that breaks the rules, that gets me paid and a lot of fuel\nAnd the women are calling day and night, just proofs that I'm getting mine like a thief in the night\nBecause the Scorpe is known as the singer, the quiet storm that lover did linger\nI will not change 'cause it's in my blood, I'm like dynamite and you're a rappin' thug\nAnd if it's future is here in the makin' than why I can't be part of the takin'?\n'Cause you know I like cars and fancy women that give me good love in the beginnest\nBubble bath and casual lights and girls say, \"Scorpe you alright?\"\nSo stop standing there like you from above and just relax yourselves and get in this tub\n\nPump, pump, pump, pump me up\nFor all you beautiful people out there, if you having a good time, everybody scream\n\nI'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a patented watch that some bitches whine\nI'm not a pocket full of pearls, I'm a oil well\nLike black gold baby I'm Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard\nThe slightest wink or nod makes me your guard\nThough my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large\nWhen I'm walkin' the dog, oh baby I'm in charge\nI tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything\nOn the streets, on the sheets I can't be defeat, so don't ask \"Where's the beef?\"\nBaby here is the meat\nI'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup 'cause the bum MC's are all washed up\nPut your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you\nPump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pump Me Up\n  artist: Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five\n  album: 'Grandmaster Flash · The Furious Five · Grandmaster Melle Mel: The Greatest Hits'\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pump, pump, pump, pump me up\n  For anything you say, there is no cure for this (Rockness)\n\n  Come on, I said, \"Come on\", I said, \"Come on\"\n\n  Rappers might be willin' but they ain't able 'cause I was their king straight from my cradle\n  I screamed and holla and shook my rattle and dreamt of a defeatin' them that all in battle\n  There was no food in my silver spoon, so I grew up hard and I grew up soon\n  I'm a writhes king but I'm hungry too and I eat up chumps that rap like you\n  Then I meat this shark and his name was George, he was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\n  I starting writing my rhymes, the shark grew and grew\n  But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n  The shark got sick and then he exploded 'cause he didn't realised that my rhymes was loaded\n  He flew in the air and into the sea and the whole universe knew that the king was me\n  Come on, I said, \"Come on\", I said, \"Come on\"\n  I'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a platen watch that some bitches whine\n  I'm not a pocket full of pearls, I'm a oil well\n  Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard\n  The slightest wink or nod makes me your guard\n  Though my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large\n  When I'm walkin' the dog, oh baby I'm in charge\n  I tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything\n  On the streets, on the sheets I can't be defeat, so don't ask \"Where's the beef?\"\n  Baby here is the meat\n  I'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup 'cause the bum MC's are all washed up\n  Put your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you\n  Pump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)\n\n  Pump, pump, pump, pump me up\n  I'm like the genie in your lamp and face on your stamp\n  The hip-hop rocket, the microphone champ\n  Gotta knock out boys like a Rolls Royce\n  Gotta write to number one to be the peoples choice\n  'Cause you hum \"ding\" and then you hum \"dong\", it's just like the friendly game of ping pong\n  When you hit the ball upside the paddle, it's just like cowboy ridin' on a saddle\n  Up above your head is the flash off light 'cause I can rock to the beat on any god given night\n  Like to rock like to roll like to entertain while my car's outside you're waiting for the train\n  The train to the bus, the bus to whatever and I'm the Mc that'll rock in any type of weather\n  I'm the bow legged brother, there never be another, I bought a mansion for my mother\n  Come on, I said, \"Come on\", I said, \"Come on\"\n  I got a certain cool, that breaks the rules, that gets me paid and a lot of fuel\n  And the women are calling day and night, just proofs that I'm getting mine like a thief in the night\n  Because the Scorpe is known as the singer, the quiet storm that lover did linger\n  I will not change 'cause it's in my blood, I'm like dynamite and you're a rappin' thug\n  And if it's future is here in the makin' than why I can't be part of the takin'?\n  'Cause you know I like cars and fancy women that give me good love in the beginnest\n  Bubble bath and casual lights and girls say, \"Scorpe you alright?\"\n  So stop standing there like you from above and just relax yourselves and get in this tub\n\n  Pump, pump, pump, pump me up\n  For all you beautiful people out there, if you having a good time, everybody scream\n\n  I'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a patented watch that some bitches whine\n  I'm not a pocket full of pearls, I'm a oil well\n  Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard\n  The slightest wink or nod makes me your guard\n  Though my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large\n  When I'm walkin' the dog, oh baby I'm in charge\n  I tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything\n  On the streets, on the sheets I can't be defeat, so don't ask \"Where's the beef?\"\n  Baby here is the meat\n  I'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup 'cause the bum MC's are all washed up\n  Put your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you\n  Pump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)\n"},{"id":29906999,"name":"Pump Me Up","trackName":"Pump Me Up","artistName":"Grandmaster Flash","albumName":"The Adventures of Grandmaster Flash, Melle Mel & The Furious Five: More of the Best","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pump, pump, pump, pump me up\nFor anything you say, there is no cure for this (Rockness)\n\nCome on, I said, \"Come on\", I said, \"Come on\"\n\nRappers might be willin' but they ain't able 'cause I was their king straight from my cradle\nI screamed and holla and shook my rattle and dreamt of a defeatin' them that all in battle\nThere was no food in my silver spoon, so I grew up hard and I grew up soon\nI'm a writhes king but I'm hungry too and I eat up chumps that rap like you\nThen I meat this shark and his name was George, he was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\nI starting writing my rhymes, the shark grew and grew\nBut I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\nThe shark got sick and then he exploded 'cause he didn't realised that my rhymes was loaded\nHe flew in the air and into the sea and the whole universe knew that the king was me\nCome on, I said, \"Come on\", I said, \"Come on\"\nI'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a platen watch that some bitches whine\nI'm not a pocket full of pearls, I'm a oil well\nLike black gold baby I'm Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard\nThe slightest wink or nod makes me your guard\nThough my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large\nWhen I'm walkin' the dog, oh baby I'm in charge\nI tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything\nOn the streets, on the sheets I can't be defeat, so don't ask \"Where's the beef?\"\nBaby here is the meat\nI'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup 'cause the bum MC's are all washed up\nPut your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you\nPump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)\n\nPump, pump, pump, pump me up\nI'm like the genie in your lamp and face on your stamp\nThe hip-hop rocket, the microphone champ\nGotta knock out boys like a Rolls Royce\nGotta write to number one to be the peoples choice\n'Cause you hum \"ding\" and then you hum \"dong\", it's just like the friendly game of ping pong\nWhen you hit the ball upside the paddle, it's just like cowboy ridin' on a saddle\nUp above your head is the flash off light 'cause I can rock to the beat on any god given night\nLike to rock like to roll like to entertain while my car's outside you're waiting for the train\nThe train to the bus, the bus to whatever and I'm the Mc that'll rock in any type of weather\nI'm the bow legged brother, there never be another, I bought a mansion for my mother\nCome on, I said, \"Come on\", I said, \"Come on\"\nI got a certain cool, that breaks the rules, that gets me paid and a lot of fuel\nAnd the women are calling day and night, just proofs that I'm getting mine like a thief in the night\nBecause the Scorpe is known as the singer, the quiet storm that lover did linger\nI will not change 'cause it's in my blood, I'm like dynamite and you're a rappin' thug\nAnd if it's future is here in the makin' than why I can't be part of the takin'?\n'Cause you know I like cars and fancy women that give me good love in the beginnest\nBubble bath and casual lights and girls say, \"Scorpe you alright?\"\nSo stop standing there like you from above and just relax yourselves and get in this tub\n\nPump, pump, pump, pump me up\nFor all you beautiful people out there, if you having a good time, everybody scream\n\nI'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a patented watch that some bitches whine\nI'm not a pocket full of pearls, I'm a oil well\nLike black gold baby I'm Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard\nThe slightest wink or nod makes me your guard\nThough my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large\nWhen I'm walkin' the dog, oh baby I'm in charge\nI tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything\nOn the streets, on the sheets I can't be defeat, so don't ask \"Where's the beef?\"\nBaby here is the meat\nI'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup 'cause the bum MC's are all washed up\nPut your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you\nPump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pump Me Up\n  artist: Grandmaster Flash\n  album: 'The Adventures of Grandmaster Flash, Melle Mel & The Furious Five: More of the Best'\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pump, pump, pump, pump me up\n  For anything you say, there is no cure for this (Rockness)\n\n  Come on, I said, \"Come on\", I said, \"Come on\"\n\n  Rappers might be willin' but they ain't able 'cause I was their king straight from my cradle\n  I screamed and holla and shook my rattle and dreamt of a defeatin' them that all in battle\n  There was no food in my silver spoon, so I grew up hard and I grew up soon\n  I'm a writhes king but I'm hungry too and I eat up chumps that rap like you\n  Then I meat this shark and his name was George, he was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\n  I starting writing my rhymes, the shark grew and grew\n  But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n  The shark got sick and then he exploded 'cause he didn't realised that my rhymes was loaded\n  He flew in the air and into the sea and the whole universe knew that the king was me\n  Come on, I said, \"Come on\", I said, \"Come on\"\n  I'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a platen watch that some bitches whine\n  I'm not a pocket full of pearls, I'm a oil well\n  Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard\n  The slightest wink or nod makes me your guard\n  Though my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large\n  When I'm walkin' the dog, oh baby I'm in charge\n  I tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything\n  On the streets, on the sheets I can't be defeat, so don't ask \"Where's the beef?\"\n  Baby here is the meat\n  I'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup 'cause the bum MC's are all washed up\n  Put your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you\n  Pump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)\n\n  Pump, pump, pump, pump me up\n  I'm like the genie in your lamp and face on your stamp\n  The hip-hop rocket, the microphone champ\n  Gotta knock out boys like a Rolls Royce\n  Gotta write to number one to be the peoples choice\n  'Cause you hum \"ding\" and then you hum \"dong\", it's just like the friendly game of ping pong\n  When you hit the ball upside the paddle, it's just like cowboy ridin' on a saddle\n  Up above your head is the flash off light 'cause I can rock to the beat on any god given night\n  Like to rock like to roll like to entertain while my car's outside you're waiting for the train\n  The train to the bus, the bus to whatever and I'm the Mc that'll rock in any type of weather\n  I'm the bow legged brother, there never be another, I bought a mansion for my mother\n  Come on, I said, \"Come on\", I said, \"Come on\"\n  I got a certain cool, that breaks the rules, that gets me paid and a lot of fuel\n  And the women are calling day and night, just proofs that I'm getting mine like a thief in the night\n  Because the Scorpe is known as the singer, the quiet storm that lover did linger\n  I will not change 'cause it's in my blood, I'm like dynamite and you're a rappin' thug\n  And if it's future is here in the makin' than why I can't be part of the takin'?\n  'Cause you know I like cars and fancy women that give me good love in the beginnest\n  Bubble bath and casual lights and girls say, \"Scorpe you alright?\"\n  So stop standing there like you from above and just relax yourselves and get in this tub\n\n  Pump, pump, pump, pump me up\n  For all you beautiful people out there, if you having a good time, everybody scream\n\n  I'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a patented watch that some bitches whine\n  I'm not a pocket full of pearls, I'm a oil well\n  Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard\n  The slightest wink or nod makes me your guard\n  Though my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large\n  When I'm walkin' the dog, oh baby I'm in charge\n  I tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything\n  On the streets, on the sheets I can't be defeat, so don't ask \"Where's the beef?\"\n  Baby here is the meat\n  I'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup 'cause the bum MC's are all washed up\n  Put your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you\n  Pump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)\n"},{"id":29041020,"name":"Pump Me Up","trackName":"Pump Me Up","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"The Greatest Hits","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\nRappers might be willin but they ain't able\nCause I was their king straight from my cradle\nI screamed and hollered and shook my rattle\nAnd dreamt of defeating them all in battle\n\nThere was no food in my silver spoon\nSo I grew up hard and I grew up soon\nI'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too\nAnd I eat up chumps that rap like you\n\nThen I met this shark and his name was Jaws\nHe was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\nI starting writing my rhymes the shark grew and grew\nBut I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n\nThe shark got sick and then he exploded\nCause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded\nThey flew in the air and into the sea\nAnd the whole universe knew that the king was me\n\nCome on, I said come on, I said come on\n\nI'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine\nOr a platinum watch or some vintage wine\nNot a pocket full of pearls I'm a oil well\nLike black gold baby I'm Melle Mel\n\nAnd to all the fly girls I come off hard\nThe slightest wink or nod makes me your god\nAll my problems are small so my pockets are large\nWhen I walk in the door Oh baby I'm in charge\n\nTreat ladies like jewels and diamond rings\nOn my fingers on my arms on everything\nOn the streets oh my Jesus! I can't be beat\nSo don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\nI'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\nCause the bum emcees are all washed up\nPut your women on the line with the rest of my crew\nSo I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\nPump, pump (me up!) me what? (me up!)\n\nPump, pump, pump, pump me up!\n\nI'm like the genie in your lamp\nA face on your stamp\nThe hip hop rocker\nThe microphone champ\n\nGot a knock out voice\nLike a rolls royce\nGotta rank as number one\nTo be the people's choice","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pump Me Up\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: The Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  Rappers might be willin but they ain't able\n  Cause I was their king straight from my cradle\n  I screamed and hollered and shook my rattle\n  And dreamt of defeating them all in battle\n\n  There was no food in my silver spoon\n  So I grew up hard and I grew up soon\n  I'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too\n  And I eat up chumps that rap like you\n\n  Then I met this shark and his name was Jaws\n  He was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\n  I starting writing my rhymes the shark grew and grew\n  But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n\n  The shark got sick and then he exploded\n  Cause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded\n  They flew in the air and into the sea\n  And the whole universe knew that the king was me\n\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  I'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine\n  Or a platinum watch or some vintage wine\n  Not a pocket full of pearls I'm a oil well\n  Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel\n\n  And to all the fly girls I come off hard\n  The slightest wink or nod makes me your god\n  All my problems are small so my pockets are large\n  When I walk in the door Oh baby I'm in charge\n\n  Treat ladies like jewels and diamond rings\n  On my fingers on my arms on everything\n  On the streets oh my Jesus! I can't be beat\n  So don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\n  I'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\n  Cause the bum emcees are all washed up\n  Put your women on the line with the rest of my crew\n  So I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\n  Pump, pump (me up!) me what? (me up!)\n\n  Pump, pump, pump, pump me up!\n\n  I'm like the genie in your lamp\n  A face on your stamp\n  The hip hop rocker\n  The microphone champ\n\n  Got a knock out voice\n  Like a rolls royce\n  Gotta rank as number one\n  To be the people's choice\n"},{"id":30737627,"name":"Pump Me Up","trackName":"Pump Me Up","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"The Ultimate Collection 80s Party","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\nRappers might be willin but they ain't able\nCause I was their king straight from my cradle\nI screamed and hollered and shook my rattle\nAnd dreamt of defeating them all in battle\n\nThere was no food in my silver spoon\nSo I grew up hard and I grew up soon\nI'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too\nAnd I eat up chumps that rap like you\n\nThen I met this shark and his name was Jaws\nHe was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\nI starting writing my rhymes the shark grew and grew\nBut I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n\nThe shark got sick and then he exploded\nCause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded\nThey flew in the air and into the sea\nAnd the whole universe knew that the king was me\n\nCome on, I said come on, I said come on\n\nI'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine\nOr a platinum watch or some vintage wine\nNot a pocket full of pearls I'm a oil well\nLike black gold baby I'm Melle Mel\n\nAnd to all the fly girls I come off hard\nThe slightest wink or nod makes me your god\nAll my problems are small so my pockets are large\nWhen I walk in the door Oh baby I'm in charge\n\nTreat ladies like jewels and diamond rings\nOn my fingers on my arms on everything\nOn the streets oh my Jesus! I can't be beat\nSo don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\nI'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\nCause the bum emcees are all washed up\nPut your women on the line with the rest of my crew\nSo I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\nPump, pump (me up!) me what? (me up!)\n\nPump, pump, pump, pump me up!\n\nI'm like the genie in your lamp\nA face on your stamp\nThe hip hop rocker\nThe microphone champ\n\nGot a knock out voice\nLike a rolls royce\nGotta rank as number one\nTo be the people's choice","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pump Me Up\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: The Ultimate Collection 80s Party\n  duration_ms: 185000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  Rappers might be willin but they ain't able\n  Cause I was their king straight from my cradle\n  I screamed and hollered and shook my rattle\n  And dreamt of defeating them all in battle\n\n  There was no food in my silver spoon\n  So I grew up hard and I grew up soon\n  I'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too\n  And I eat up chumps that rap like you\n\n  Then I met this shark and his name was Jaws\n  He was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\n  I starting writing my rhymes the shark grew and grew\n  But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n\n  The shark got sick and then he exploded\n  Cause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded\n  They flew in the air and into the sea\n  And the whole universe knew that the king was me\n\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  I'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine\n  Or a platinum watch or some vintage wine\n  Not a pocket full of pearls I'm a oil well\n  Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel\n\n  And to all the fly girls I come off hard\n  The slightest wink or nod makes me your god\n  All my problems are small so my pockets are large\n  When I walk in the door Oh baby I'm in charge\n\n  Treat ladies like jewels and diamond rings\n  On my fingers on my arms on everything\n  On the streets oh my Jesus! I can't be beat\n  So don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\n  I'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\n  Cause the bum emcees are all washed up\n  Put your women on the line with the rest of my crew\n  So I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\n  Pump, pump (me up!) me what? (me up!)\n\n  Pump, pump, pump, pump me up!\n\n  I'm like the genie in your lamp\n  A face on your stamp\n  The hip hop rocker\n  The microphone champ\n\n  Got a knock out voice\n  Like a rolls royce\n  Gotta rank as number one\n  To be the people's choice\n"},{"id":30354811,"name":"Pump Me Up","trackName":"Pump Me Up","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"Adventures on the Wheels of Steel","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\nRappers might be willin but they ain't able\nCause I was their king straight from my cradle\nI screamed and hollered and shook my rattle\nAnd dreamt of defeating them all in battle\n\nThere was no food in my silver spoon\nSo I grew up hard and I grew up soon\nI'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too\nAnd I eat up chumps that rap like you\n\nThen I met this shark and his name was Jaws\nHe was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\nI starting writing my rhymes the shark grew and grew\nBut I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n\nThe shark got sick and then he exploded\nCause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded\nThey flew in the air and into the sea\nAnd the whole universe knew that the king was me\n\nCome on, I said come on, I said come on\n\nI'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine\nOr a platinum watch or some vintage wine\nNot a pocket full of pearls I'm a oil well\nLike black gold baby I'm Melle Mel\n\nAnd to all the fly girls I come off hard\nThe slightest wink or nod makes me your god\nAll my problems are small so my pockets are large\nWhen I walk in the door Oh baby I'm in charge\n\nTreat ladies like jewels and diamond rings\nOn my fingers on my arms on everything\nOn the streets oh my Jesus! I can't be beat\nSo don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\nI'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\nCause the bum emcees are all washed up\nPut your women on the line with the rest of my crew\nSo I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\nPump, pump (me up!) me what? (me up!)\n\nPump, pump, pump, pump me up!\n\nI'm like the genie in your lamp\nA face on your stamp\nThe hip hop rocker\nThe microphone champ\n\nGot a knock out voice\nLike a rolls royce\nGotta rank as number one\nTo be the people's choice","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pump Me Up\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: Adventures on the Wheels of Steel\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  Rappers might be willin but they ain't able\n  Cause I was their king straight from my cradle\n  I screamed and hollered and shook my rattle\n  And dreamt of defeating them all in battle\n\n  There was no food in my silver spoon\n  So I grew up hard and I grew up soon\n  I'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too\n  And I eat up chumps that rap like you\n\n  Then I met this shark and his name was Jaws\n  He was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\n  I starting writing my rhymes the shark grew and grew\n  But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n\n  The shark got sick and then he exploded\n  Cause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded\n  They flew in the air and into the sea\n  And the whole universe knew that the king was me\n\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  I'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine\n  Or a platinum watch or some vintage wine\n  Not a pocket full of pearls I'm a oil well\n  Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel\n\n  And to all the fly girls I come off hard\n  The slightest wink or nod makes me your god\n  All my problems are small so my pockets are large\n  When I walk in the door Oh baby I'm in charge\n\n  Treat ladies like jewels and diamond rings\n  On my fingers on my arms on everything\n  On the streets oh my Jesus! I can't be beat\n  So don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\n  I'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\n  Cause the bum emcees are all washed up\n  Put your women on the line with the rest of my crew\n  So I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\n  Pump, pump (me up!) me what? 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I can't be beat\nSo don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\nI'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\nCause the bum emcees are all washed up\nPut your women on the line with the rest of my crew\nSo I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\nPump, pump (me up!) me what? (me up!)\n\nPump, pump, pump, pump me up!\n\nI'm like the genie in your lamp\nA face on your stamp\nThe hip hop rocker\nThe microphone champ\n\nGot a knock out voice\nLike a rolls royce\nGotta rank as number one\nTo be the people's choice","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pump Me Up\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: Adventures on the Wheels of Steel\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  Rappers might be willin but they ain't able\n  Cause I was their king straight from my cradle\n  I screamed and hollered and shook my rattle\n  And dreamt of defeating them all in battle\n\n  There was no food in my silver spoon\n  So I grew up hard and I grew up soon\n  I'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too\n  And I eat up chumps that rap like you\n\n  Then I met this shark and his name was Jaws\n  He was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\n  I starting writing my rhymes the shark grew and grew\n  But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n\n  The shark got sick and then he exploded\n  Cause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded\n  They flew in the air and into the sea\n  And the whole universe knew that the king was me\n\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  I'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine\n  Or a platinum watch or some vintage wine\n  Not a pocket full of pearls I'm a oil well\n  Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel\n\n  And to all the fly girls I come off hard\n  The slightest wink or nod makes me your god\n  All my problems are small so my pockets are large\n  When I walk in the door Oh baby I'm in charge\n\n  Treat ladies like jewels and diamond rings\n  On my fingers on my arms on everything\n  On the streets oh my Jesus! I can't be beat\n  So don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\n  I'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\n  Cause the bum emcees are all washed up\n  Put your women on the line with the rest of my crew\n  So I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\n  Pump, pump (me up!) me what? 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(me up!)\n\nPump, pump, pump, pump me up!\n\nI'm like the genie in your lamp\nA face on your stamp\nThe hip hop rocker\nThe microphone champ\n\nGot a knock out voice\nLike a rolls royce\nGotta rank as number one\nTo be the people's choice","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pump Me Up\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle-Mel, The Furious Five\n  album: 100 Hit Tracks The Ultimate Collection 80s\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  Rappers might be willin but they ain't able\n  Cause I was their king straight from my cradle\n  I screamed and hollered and shook my rattle\n  And dreamt of defeating them all in battle\n\n  There was no food in my silver spoon\n  So I grew up hard and I grew up soon\n  I'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too\n  And I eat up chumps that rap like you\n\n  Then I met this shark and his name was Jaws\n  He was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\n  I starting writing my rhymes the shark grew and grew\n  But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n\n  The shark got sick and then he exploded\n  Cause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded\n  They flew in the air and into the sea\n  And the whole universe knew that the king was me\n\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  I'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine\n  Or a platinum watch or some vintage wine\n  Not a pocket full of pearls I'm a oil well\n  Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel\n\n  And to all the fly girls I come off hard\n  The slightest wink or nod makes me your god\n  All my problems are small so my pockets are large\n  When I walk in the door Oh baby I'm in charge\n\n  Treat ladies like jewels and diamond rings\n  On my fingers on my arms on everything\n  On the streets oh my Jesus! I can't be beat\n  So don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\n  I'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\n  Cause the bum emcees are all washed up\n  Put your women on the line with the rest of my crew\n  So I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\n  Pump, pump (me up!) me what? (me up!)\n\n  Pump, pump, pump, pump me up!\n\n  I'm like the genie in your lamp\n  A face on your stamp\n  The hip hop rocker\n  The microphone champ\n\n  Got a knock out voice\n  Like a rolls royce\n  Gotta rank as number one\n  To be the people's choice\n"},{"id":30862185,"name":"Pump Me Up","trackName":"Pump Me Up","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"80s 80s 80s - The Biggest Hits Vol. 2","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\nRappers might be willin but they ain't able\nCause I was their king straight from my cradle\nI screamed and hollered and shook my rattle\nAnd dreamt of defeating them all in battle\n\nThere was no food in my silver spoon\nSo I grew up hard and I grew up soon\nI'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too\nAnd I eat up chumps that rap like you\n\nThen I met this shark and his name was Jaws\nHe was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\nI starting writing my rhymes the shark grew and grew\nBut I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n\nThe shark got sick and then he exploded\nCause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded\nThey flew in the air and into the sea\nAnd the whole universe knew that the king was me\n\nCome on, I said come on, I said come on\n\nI'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine\nOr a platinum watch or some vintage wine\nNot a pocket full of pearls I'm a oil well\nLike black gold baby I'm Melle Mel\n\nAnd to all the fly girls I come off hard\nThe slightest wink or nod makes me your god\nAll my problems are small so my pockets are large\nWhen I walk in the door Oh baby I'm in charge\n\nTreat ladies like jewels and diamond rings\nOn my fingers on my arms on everything\nOn the streets oh my Jesus! I can't be beat\nSo don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\nI'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\nCause the bum emcees are all washed up\nPut your women on the line with the rest of my crew\nSo I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\nPump, pump (me up!) me what? (me up!)\n\nPump, pump, pump, pump me up!\n\nI'm like the genie in your lamp\nA face on your stamp\nThe hip hop rocker\nThe microphone champ\n\nGot a knock out voice\nLike a rolls royce\nGotta rank as number one\nTo be the people's choice","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pump Me Up\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: 80s 80s 80s - The Biggest Hits Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  Rappers might be willin but they ain't able\n  Cause I was their king straight from my cradle\n  I screamed and hollered and shook my rattle\n  And dreamt of defeating them all in battle\n\n  There was no food in my silver spoon\n  So I grew up hard and I grew up soon\n  I'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too\n  And I eat up chumps that rap like you\n\n  Then I met this shark and his name was Jaws\n  He was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours\n  I starting writing my rhymes the shark grew and grew\n  But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew\n\n  The shark got sick and then he exploded\n  Cause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded\n  They flew in the air and into the sea\n  And the whole universe knew that the king was me\n\n  Come on, I said come on, I said come on\n\n  I'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine\n  Or a platinum watch or some vintage wine\n  Not a pocket full of pearls I'm a oil well\n  Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel\n\n  And to all the fly girls I come off hard\n  The slightest wink or nod makes me your god\n  All my problems are small so my pockets are large\n  When I walk in the door Oh baby I'm in charge\n\n  Treat ladies like jewels and diamond rings\n  On my fingers on my arms on everything\n  On the streets oh my Jesus! I can't be beat\n  So don't ask where's the beef baby here is the meat\n\n  I'm gonna give you some soap a towel and a cup\n  Cause the bum emcees are all washed up\n  Put your women on the line with the rest of my crew\n  So I can make love to her and annihilate you\n\n  Pump, pump (me up!) me what? (me up!)\n\n  Pump, pump, pump, pump me up!\n\n  I'm like the genie in your lamp\n  A face on your stamp\n  The hip hop rocker\n  The microphone champ\n\n  Got a knock out voice\n  Like a rolls royce\n  Gotta rank as number one\n  To be the people's choice\n"}]