[{"id":206380,"name":"Step Off","trackName":"Step Off","artistName":"The Furious Five","albumName":"Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Melle-Mel & The Furious Five: The Greatest Hits","duration":429.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus]\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\nI was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\nWhen I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\nI got on the microphone and what do you see?\nHuh, the rest was my legacy.\nI was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\nTo have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\nI own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\nBecause rap is the game that I control.\nI'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\nBecause I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\nSee, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n\"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\nSo if you ever, let me make this clear,\nIf you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\nYou ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\nHuh huh, you better think again, my friend\nBecause the door is closed and we're in town\nAnd the only place you can go is down!\nStep, step, step, step, step off.)\nWell, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\nSo what you MC's gonna do now?\nIt's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\nYou won't even get bread and butter, my man.\nGonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\nWith another wack rapper tied to your back,\nAnd if you want to hang yourself out to dry,\nIt's the beautiful round-up in the sky.\nI'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\nI'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\nCarryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\nBut I carry out orders from no man,\n'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.\nYou used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\nBut in my MC school, my class is packed\nAnd tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\nThe bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\nI buy a mansion for my mother.\nThe 24/7, the cool-Aid smile,\nSay, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n[Chorus]\nCome on.\nNow you know just who I am\nAnd what I do because I'm in demand,\nBecause I look good.\nDo you hear, my man?\nAnd if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\nOne girl at a time get an MC\nSo how could you think that you rank with me?\nIf you only did your homework, you would surely find\nWhen Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\nAnd the only girl that you could take of mine\nIs the one that I left way behind\nAnd plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\nYou need to go to the bank and get some cash\nBecause talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\nWhen I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\nYou're right.\nThere is no diff between me and you\nExcept I look good and you look through.\nTake that.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\nLittle pieces of a dream is all you mean\nSince the day you stepped into the MC scene.\nBitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\nSayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\nBut you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\nNow you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\nBut I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\nWhen you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\nAnd then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\nBut then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\nThen God was great and God was true\nAnd he tried to show you how to be like you,\nBut you still didn't get where you wanted to go\nWhen you gathered in a group and got your own show\n'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\nFor eternity, the source is alive.\nYou forgot the words of your creator\nAnd now he's made you a perpetrator,\nForever in a world of you and a girl,\nA few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\nYou must spread the words of the master teacher.\nYou die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\nThe words are a gift we will never flaunt.\nThat's why we're gonna get everything we want.\nJust like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\nAnd I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\nAnd I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\nFor my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\nSee, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\nWith King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\nKamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\nAnd goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\nSo if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\nAnd I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\nLeave behind all your fame and wealth\nSo you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\nI may sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\nWith the will to make sense of all this mess.\nI'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\nAnd I'm the only MC that'll never die,\nSo just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\nBut when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\nAnd not only that,\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\nAnd for all you MC's, you heard my story\nOn my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\nHow I rocked the children and the young ladies.\nI even rocked the country that was overseas\n'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\nBecause I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\nI'm-a show you how I rocked it, why'all, all night long,\nBut when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n\"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n\"Let me rock you, that's all I want to do.\nChaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n\"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, won't you tell me what you want to do?\nDo you feel for me the way I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, let me tell you what I want to do.\nI want to love you, want to hug you, want to squeeze you too,\nSo let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\nI'll make you more than just a physical spell.\nI want to rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\nSay what, why'all.\nSay what.\nTo the DJ scratch, the metro match\n'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\nSo takin' you off into the galaxy\nIs Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Off\n  artist: The Furious Five\n  album: 'Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Melle-Mel & The Furious Five: The Greatest Hits'\n  duration_ms: 429000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus]\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n  I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\n  When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\n  I got on the microphone and what do you see?\n  Huh, the rest was my legacy.\n  I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\n  To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\n  I own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\n  Because rap is the game that I control.\n  I'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\n  Because I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\n  See, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n  \"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\n  So if you ever, let me make this clear,\n  If you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\n  You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\n  Huh huh, you better think again, my friend\n  Because the door is closed and we're in town\n  And the only place you can go is down!\n  Step, step, step, step, step off.)\n  Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\n  So what you MC's gonna do now?\n  It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\n  You won't even get bread and butter, my man.\n  Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\n  With another wack rapper tied to your back,\n  And if you want to hang yourself out to dry,\n  It's the beautiful round-up in the sky.\n  I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\n  I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\n  Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\n  But I carry out orders from no man,\n  'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.\n  You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\n  But in my MC school, my class is packed\n  And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\n  The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\n  I buy a mansion for my mother.\n  The 24/7, the cool-Aid smile,\n  Say, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n  [Chorus]\n  Come on.\n  Now you know just who I am\n  And what I do because I'm in demand,\n  Because I look good.\n  Do you hear, my man?\n  And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\n  One girl at a time get an MC\n  So how could you think that you rank with me?\n  If you only did your homework, you would surely find\n  When Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\n  And the only girl that you could take of mine\n  Is the one that I left way behind\n  And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\n  You need to go to the bank and get some cash\n  Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\n  When I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\n  You're right.\n  There is no diff between me and you\n  Except I look good and you look through.\n  Take that.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n  Little pieces of a dream is all you mean\n  Since the day you stepped into the MC scene.\n  Bitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\n  Sayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\n  But you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\n  Now you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\n  But I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\n  When you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\n  And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\n  But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\n  Then God was great and God was true\n  And he tried to show you how to be like you,\n  But you still didn't get where you wanted to go\n  When you gathered in a group and got your own show\n  'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\n  For eternity, the source is alive.\n  You forgot the words of your creator\n  And now he's made you a perpetrator,\n  Forever in a world of you and a girl,\n  A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\n  You must spread the words of the master teacher.\n  You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\n  The words are a gift we will never flaunt.\n  That's why we're gonna get everything we want.\n  Just like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\n  And I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\n  And I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\n  For my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\n  See, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\n  With King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\n  Kamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\n  And goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\n  So if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\n  And I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\n  Leave behind all your fame and wealth\n  So you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\n  I may sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\n  With the will to make sense of all this mess.\n  I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\n  And I'm the only MC that'll never die,\n  So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\n  But when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\n  And not only that,\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\n  And for all you MC's, you heard my story\n  On my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\n  How I rocked the children and the young ladies.\n  I even rocked the country that was overseas\n  'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\n  Because I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\n  I'm-a show you how I rocked it, why'all, all night long,\n  But when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n  \"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n  \"Let me rock you, that's all I want to do.\n  Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n  \"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, won't you tell me what you want to do?\n  Do you feel for me the way I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, let me tell you what I want to do.\n  I want to love you, want to hug you, want to squeeze you too,\n  So let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n  'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\n  I'll make you more than just a physical spell.\n  I want to rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n  Say what, why'all.\n  Say what.\n  To the DJ scratch, the metro match\n  'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\n  So takin' you off into the galaxy\n  Is Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n"},{"id":25781971,"name":"Step Off","trackName":"Step Off","artistName":"The Furious Five","albumName":"Grandmaster Flash, The Furious Five, Grandmaster Melle Mel - The Greatest Hits","duration":429.0266669,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus]\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\nI was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\nWhen I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\nI got on the microphone and what do you see?\nHuh, the rest was my legacy.\nI was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\nTo have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\nI own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\nBecause rap is the game that I control.\nI'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\nBecause I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\nSee, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n\"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\nSo if you ever, let me make this clear,\nIf you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\nYou ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\nHuh huh, you better think again, my friend\nBecause the door is closed and we're in town\nAnd the only place you can go is down!\nStep, step, step, step, step off.)\nWell, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\nSo what you MC's gonna do now?\nIt's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\nYou won't even get bread and butter, my man.\nGonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\nWith another wack rapper tied to your back,\nAnd if you want to hang yourself out to dry,\nIt's the beautiful round-up in the sky.\nI'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\nI'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\nCarryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\nBut I carry out orders from no man,\n'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.\nYou used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\nBut in my MC school, my class is packed\nAnd tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\nThe bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\nI buy a mansion for my mother.\nThe 24/7, the cool-Aid smile,\nSay, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n[Chorus]\nCome on.\nNow you know just who I am\nAnd what I do because I'm in demand,\nBecause I look good.\nDo you hear, my man?\nAnd if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\nOne girl at a time get an MC\nSo how could you think that you rank with me?\nIf you only did your homework, you would surely find\nWhen Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\nAnd the only girl that you could take of mine\nIs the one that I left way behind\nAnd plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\nYou need to go to the bank and get some cash\nBecause talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\nWhen I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\nYou're right.\nThere is no diff between me and you\nExcept I look good and you look through.\nTake that.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\nLittle pieces of a dream is all you mean\nSince the day you stepped into the MC scene.\nBitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\nSayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\nBut you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\nNow you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\nBut I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\nWhen you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\nAnd then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\nBut then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\nThen God was great and God was true\nAnd he tried to show you how to be like you,\nBut you still didn't get where you wanted to go\nWhen you gathered in a group and got your own show\n'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\nFor eternity, the source is alive.\nYou forgot the words of your creator\nAnd now he's made you a perpetrator,\nForever in a world of you and a girl,\nA few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\nYou must spread the words of the master teacher.\nYou die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\nThe words are a gift we will never flaunt.\nThat's why we're gonna get everything we want.\nJust like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\nAnd I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\nAnd I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\nFor my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\nSee, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\nWith King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\nKamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\nAnd goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\nSo if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\nAnd I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\nLeave behind all your fame and wealth\nSo you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\nI may sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\nWith the will to make sense of all this mess.\nI'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\nAnd I'm the only MC that'll never die,\nSo just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\nBut when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\nAnd not only that,\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\nAnd for all you MC's, you heard my story\nOn my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\nHow I rocked the children and the young ladies.\nI even rocked the country that was overseas\n'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\nBecause I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\nI'm-a show you how I rocked it, why'all, all night long,\nBut when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n\"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n\"Let me rock you, that's all I want to do.\nChaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n\"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, won't you tell me what you want to do?\nDo you feel for me the way I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, let me tell you what I want to do.\nI want to love you, want to hug you, want to squeeze you too,\nSo let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\nI'll make you more than just a physical spell.\nI want to rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\nSay what, why'all.\nSay what.\nTo the DJ scratch, the metro match\n'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\nSo takin' you off into the galaxy\nIs Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Off\n  artist: The Furious Five\n  album: Grandmaster Flash, The Furious Five, Grandmaster Melle Mel - The Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 429027\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus]\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n  I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\n  When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\n  I got on the microphone and what do you see?\n  Huh, the rest was my legacy.\n  I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\n  To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\n  I own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\n  Because rap is the game that I control.\n  I'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\n  Because I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\n  See, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n  \"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\n  So if you ever, let me make this clear,\n  If you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\n  You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\n  Huh huh, you better think again, my friend\n  Because the door is closed and we're in town\n  And the only place you can go is down!\n  Step, step, step, step, step off.)\n  Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\n  So what you MC's gonna do now?\n  It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\n  You won't even get bread and butter, my man.\n  Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\n  With another wack rapper tied to your back,\n  And if you want to hang yourself out to dry,\n  It's the beautiful round-up in the sky.\n  I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\n  I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\n  Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\n  But I carry out orders from no man,\n  'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.\n  You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\n  But in my MC school, my class is packed\n  And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\n  The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\n  I buy a mansion for my mother.\n  The 24/7, the cool-Aid smile,\n  Say, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n  [Chorus]\n  Come on.\n  Now you know just who I am\n  And what I do because I'm in demand,\n  Because I look good.\n  Do you hear, my man?\n  And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\n  One girl at a time get an MC\n  So how could you think that you rank with me?\n  If you only did your homework, you would surely find\n  When Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\n  And the only girl that you could take of mine\n  Is the one that I left way behind\n  And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\n  You need to go to the bank and get some cash\n  Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\n  When I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\n  You're right.\n  There is no diff between me and you\n  Except I look good and you look through.\n  Take that.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n  Little pieces of a dream is all you mean\n  Since the day you stepped into the MC scene.\n  Bitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\n  Sayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\n  But you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\n  Now you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\n  But I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\n  When you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\n  And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\n  But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\n  Then God was great and God was true\n  And he tried to show you how to be like you,\n  But you still didn't get where you wanted to go\n  When you gathered in a group and got your own show\n  'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\n  For eternity, the source is alive.\n  You forgot the words of your creator\n  And now he's made you a perpetrator,\n  Forever in a world of you and a girl,\n  A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\n  You must spread the words of the master teacher.\n  You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\n  The words are a gift we will never flaunt.\n  That's why we're gonna get everything we want.\n  Just like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\n  And I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\n  And I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\n  For my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\n  See, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\n  With King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\n  Kamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\n  And goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\n  So if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\n  And I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\n  Leave behind all your fame and wealth\n  So you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\n  I may sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\n  With the will to make sense of all this mess.\n  I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\n  And I'm the only MC that'll never die,\n  So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\n  But when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\n  And not only that,\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\n  And for all you MC's, you heard my story\n  On my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\n  How I rocked the children and the young ladies.\n  I even rocked the country that was overseas\n  'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\n  Because I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\n  I'm-a show you how I rocked it, why'all, all night long,\n  But when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n  \"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n  \"Let me rock you, that's all I want to do.\n  Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n  \"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, won't you tell me what you want to do?\n  Do you feel for me the way I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, let me tell you what I want to do.\n  I want to love you, want to hug you, want to squeeze you too,\n  So let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n  'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\n  I'll make you more than just a physical spell.\n  I want to rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n  Say what, why'all.\n  Say what.\n  To the DJ scratch, the metro match\n  'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\n  So takin' you off into the galaxy\n  Is Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n"},{"id":24903122,"name":"Step Off","trackName":"Step Off","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"The Message - The History Of Rap II","duration":375.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chrous:\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n\n[Verse 1: Melle Mel]\nI was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\nWhen I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\nI got on the microphone and what do you see?\nHuh, the rest was my legacy.\nI was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\nTo have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\nI own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\nBecause rap is the game that I control.\nI'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\nBecause I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\nSee, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n\"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\nSo if you ever, let me make this clear,\nIf you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\nYou ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\nHuh huh, you better think again, my friend\nBecause the door is closed and we're in town\nAnd the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!\n(Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off.)\n\n[Cowboy]\nWell, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\nSo what you MC's gonna do now?\nIt's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\nYou won't even get bread and water, my man.\nGonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\nWith another wack rapper tied to your back,\nAnd if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,\nIt's te beautiful round-up in the sky.\nI'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\nI'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\nCarryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\nBut I carry out orders from no man,\n'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.\nYou used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\nBut in my MC school, my class is packed\nAnd tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\nThe bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\nI buy a mansion for my mother.\nThe 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,\nSay, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n\n(Repeat chorus)\n\n[Verse 2: Scorpio]\nCome on.\nNow you know just who I am\nAnd what I do because I'm in demand,\nBecause I look good.\nDo you hear, my man?\nAnd if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\nOne girl at a time get an MC\nSo how could you think that you rank with me?\nIf you only did your homework, you would surely find\nWhen Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\nAnd the only girl that you could take of mine\nIs the one that I left way behind\nAnd plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\nYou need to go to the bank and get some cash\nBecause talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\nWhen I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\nYou're right.\nThere is no diff between me and you\nExcept I look good and you look through.\nTake that.\n\n(Repeat last two lines of chorus)\n\n[Verse 3: Melle Mel]\nLittle pieces of a dream is all you mean\nSince the day you stepped into the MC scene.\nBitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\nSayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\nBut you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\nNow you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\nBut I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\nWhen you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\nAnd then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\nBut then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\nThen God was great and God was true\nAnd he tried to show you how to be like you,\nBut you still didn't get where you wanted to go\nWhen you gathered in a group and got your own show\n'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\nFor eternity, the source is alive.\nYou forgot the words of your creator\nAnd now he's made you a perpetrator,\nForever in a world of you and a girl,\nA few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\nYou must spread the words of the master teacher.\nYou die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\nThe words are a gift we will never flaunt.\nThat's why we're gonna get everything we want.\nJust like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\nAnd I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\nAnd I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\nFor my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\nSee, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\nWith King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\nKamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\nAnd goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\nSo if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\nAnd I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\nLeave behind all your fame and wealth\nSo you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\nI mnay sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\nWith the will to make sense of all this mess.\nI'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\nAnd I'm the only MC that'll never die,\nSo just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\nBut when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\nRRRAHHH!\nAnd not only that,\n\n(Repeat first four lines of chorus)\n\n[Verse 4: Melle Mel]\nAnd for all you MC's, you heard my story\nOn my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\nHow I rocked the children and the young ladies.\nI even rocked the country that was overseas\n'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\nBecause I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\nI'm-a show you how I rocked it, y'all, all night long,\nBut when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n\"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n\"Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do.\nChaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n\"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\nDo you feel for me the way I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.\nI wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,\nSo let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\nI'll make you more than just a physical spell.\nI wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n\n(Instrumental break)\n\n[Verse 5: Melle Mel]\nSay what, y'all.\nSay what.\n\nTo the DJ scratch, the metro match\n'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\nSo takin' you off into the galaxy\nIs Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n\n(Cutting and scratching 'till end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Off\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: The Message - The History Of Rap II\n  duration_ms: 375000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chrous:\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n\n  [Verse 1: Melle Mel]\n  I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\n  When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\n  I got on the microphone and what do you see?\n  Huh, the rest was my legacy.\n  I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\n  To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\n  I own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\n  Because rap is the game that I control.\n  I'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\n  Because I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\n  See, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n  \"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\n  So if you ever, let me make this clear,\n  If you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\n  You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\n  Huh huh, you better think again, my friend\n  Because the door is closed and we're in town\n  And the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!\n  (Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off.)\n\n  [Cowboy]\n  Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\n  So what you MC's gonna do now?\n  It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\n  You won't even get bread and water, my man.\n  Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\n  With another wack rapper tied to your back,\n  And if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,\n  It's te beautiful round-up in the sky.\n  I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\n  I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\n  Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\n  But I carry out orders from no man,\n  'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.\n  You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\n  But in my MC school, my class is packed\n  And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\n  The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\n  I buy a mansion for my mother.\n  The 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,\n  Say, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n\n  (Repeat chorus)\n\n  [Verse 2: Scorpio]\n  Come on.\n  Now you know just who I am\n  And what I do because I'm in demand,\n  Because I look good.\n  Do you hear, my man?\n  And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\n  One girl at a time get an MC\n  So how could you think that you rank with me?\n  If you only did your homework, you would surely find\n  When Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\n  And the only girl that you could take of mine\n  Is the one that I left way behind\n  And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\n  You need to go to the bank and get some cash\n  Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\n  When I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\n  You're right.\n  There is no diff between me and you\n  Except I look good and you look through.\n  Take that.\n\n  (Repeat last two lines of chorus)\n\n  [Verse 3: Melle Mel]\n  Little pieces of a dream is all you mean\n  Since the day you stepped into the MC scene.\n  Bitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\n  Sayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\n  But you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\n  Now you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\n  But I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\n  When you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\n  And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\n  But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\n  Then God was great and God was true\n  And he tried to show you how to be like you,\n  But you still didn't get where you wanted to go\n  When you gathered in a group and got your own show\n  'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\n  For eternity, the source is alive.\n  You forgot the words of your creator\n  And now he's made you a perpetrator,\n  Forever in a world of you and a girl,\n  A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\n  You must spread the words of the master teacher.\n  You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\n  The words are a gift we will never flaunt.\n  That's why we're gonna get everything we want.\n  Just like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\n  And I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\n  And I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\n  For my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\n  See, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\n  With King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\n  Kamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\n  And goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\n  So if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\n  And I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\n  Leave behind all your fame and wealth\n  So you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\n  I mnay sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\n  With the will to make sense of all this mess.\n  I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\n  And I'm the only MC that'll never die,\n  So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\n  But when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\n  RRRAHHH!\n  And not only that,\n\n  (Repeat first four lines of chorus)\n\n  [Verse 4: Melle Mel]\n  And for all you MC's, you heard my story\n  On my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\n  How I rocked the children and the young ladies.\n  I even rocked the country that was overseas\n  'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\n  Because I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\n  I'm-a show you how I rocked it, y'all, all night long,\n  But when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n  \"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n  \"Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do.\n  Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n  \"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\n  Do you feel for me the way I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.\n  I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,\n  So let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n  'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\n  I'll make you more than just a physical spell.\n  I wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n\n  (Instrumental break)\n\n  [Verse 5: Melle Mel]\n  Say what, y'all.\n  Say what.\n\n  To the DJ scratch, the metro match\n  'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\n  So takin' you off into the galaxy\n  Is Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n\n  (Cutting and scratching 'till end)\n"},{"id":23740640,"name":"Step Off","trackName":"Step Off","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"The Greatest Hits","duration":429.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chrous:\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n\n[Verse 1: Melle Mel]\nI was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\nWhen I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\nI got on the microphone and what do you see?\nHuh, the rest was my legacy.\nI was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\nTo have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\nI own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\nBecause rap is the game that I control.\nI'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\nBecause I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\nSee, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n\"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\nSo if you ever, let me make this clear,\nIf you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\nYou ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\nHuh huh, you better think again, my friend\nBecause the door is closed and we're in town\nAnd the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!\n(Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off.)\n\n[Cowboy]\nWell, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\nSo what you MC's gonna do now?\nIt's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\nYou won't even get bread and water, my man.\nGonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\nWith another wack rapper tied to your back,\nAnd if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,\nIt's te beautiful round-up in the sky.\nI'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\nI'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\nCarryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\nBut I carry out orders from no man,\n'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.\nYou used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\nBut in my MC school, my class is packed\nAnd tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\nThe bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\nI buy a mansion for my mother.\nThe 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,\nSay, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n\n(Repeat chorus)\n\n[Verse 2: Scorpio]\nCome on.\nNow you know just who I am\nAnd what I do because I'm in demand,\nBecause I look good.\nDo you hear, my man?\nAnd if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\nOne girl at a time get an MC\nSo how could you think that you rank with me?\nIf you only did your homework, you would surely find\nWhen Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\nAnd the only girl that you could take of mine\nIs the one that I left way behind\nAnd plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\nYou need to go to the bank and get some cash\nBecause talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\nWhen I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\nYou're right.\nThere is no diff between me and you\nExcept I look good and you look through.\nTake that.\n\n(Repeat last two lines of chorus)\n\n[Verse 3: Melle Mel]\nLittle pieces of a dream is all you mean\nSince the day you stepped into the MC scene.\nBitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\nSayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\nBut you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\nNow you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\nBut I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\nWhen you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\nAnd then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\nBut then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\nThen God was great and God was true\nAnd he tried to show you how to be like you,\nBut you still didn't get where you wanted to go\nWhen you gathered in a group and got your own show\n'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\nFor eternity, the source is alive.\nYou forgot the words of your creator\nAnd now he's made you a perpetrator,\nForever in a world of you and a girl,\nA few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\nYou must spread the words of the master teacher.\nYou die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\nThe words are a gift we will never flaunt.\nThat's why we're gonna get everything we want.\nJust like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\nAnd I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\nAnd I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\nFor my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\nSee, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\nWith King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\nKamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\nAnd goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\nSo if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\nAnd I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\nLeave behind all your fame and wealth\nSo you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\nI mnay sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\nWith the will to make sense of all this mess.\nI'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\nAnd I'm the only MC that'll never die,\nSo just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\nBut when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\nRRRAHHH!\nAnd not only that,\n\n(Repeat first four lines of chorus)\n\n[Verse 4: Melle Mel]\nAnd for all you MC's, you heard my story\nOn my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\nHow I rocked the children and the young ladies.\nI even rocked the country that was overseas\n'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\nBecause I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\nI'm-a show you how I rocked it, y'all, all night long,\nBut when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n\"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n\"Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do.\nChaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n\"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\nDo you feel for me the way I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.\nI wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,\nSo let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\nI'll make you more than just a physical spell.\nI wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n\n(Instrumental break)\n\n[Verse 5: Melle Mel]\nSay what, y'all.\nSay what.\n\nTo the DJ scratch, the metro match\n'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\nSo takin' you off into the galaxy\nIs Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n\n(Cutting and scratching 'till end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Off\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: The Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 429000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chrous:\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n\n  [Verse 1: Melle Mel]\n  I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\n  When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\n  I got on the microphone and what do you see?\n  Huh, the rest was my legacy.\n  I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\n  To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\n  I own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\n  Because rap is the game that I control.\n  I'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\n  Because I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\n  See, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n  \"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\n  So if you ever, let me make this clear,\n  If you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\n  You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\n  Huh huh, you better think again, my friend\n  Because the door is closed and we're in town\n  And the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!\n  (Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off.)\n\n  [Cowboy]\n  Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\n  So what you MC's gonna do now?\n  It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\n  You won't even get bread and water, my man.\n  Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\n  With another wack rapper tied to your back,\n  And if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,\n  It's te beautiful round-up in the sky.\n  I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\n  I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\n  Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\n  But I carry out orders from no man,\n  'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.\n  You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\n  But in my MC school, my class is packed\n  And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\n  The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\n  I buy a mansion for my mother.\n  The 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,\n  Say, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n\n  (Repeat chorus)\n\n  [Verse 2: Scorpio]\n  Come on.\n  Now you know just who I am\n  And what I do because I'm in demand,\n  Because I look good.\n  Do you hear, my man?\n  And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\n  One girl at a time get an MC\n  So how could you think that you rank with me?\n  If you only did your homework, you would surely find\n  When Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\n  And the only girl that you could take of mine\n  Is the one that I left way behind\n  And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\n  You need to go to the bank and get some cash\n  Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\n  When I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\n  You're right.\n  There is no diff between me and you\n  Except I look good and you look through.\n  Take that.\n\n  (Repeat last two lines of chorus)\n\n  [Verse 3: Melle Mel]\n  Little pieces of a dream is all you mean\n  Since the day you stepped into the MC scene.\n  Bitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\n  Sayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\n  But you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\n  Now you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\n  But I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\n  When you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\n  And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\n  But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\n  Then God was great and God was true\n  And he tried to show you how to be like you,\n  But you still didn't get where you wanted to go\n  When you gathered in a group and got your own show\n  'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\n  For eternity, the source is alive.\n  You forgot the words of your creator\n  And now he's made you a perpetrator,\n  Forever in a world of you and a girl,\n  A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\n  You must spread the words of the master teacher.\n  You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\n  The words are a gift we will never flaunt.\n  That's why we're gonna get everything we want.\n  Just like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\n  And I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\n  And I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\n  For my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\n  See, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\n  With King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\n  Kamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\n  And goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\n  So if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\n  And I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\n  Leave behind all your fame and wealth\n  So you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\n  I mnay sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\n  With the will to make sense of all this mess.\n  I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\n  And I'm the only MC that'll never die,\n  So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\n  But when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\n  RRRAHHH!\n  And not only that,\n\n  (Repeat first four lines of chorus)\n\n  [Verse 4: Melle Mel]\n  And for all you MC's, you heard my story\n  On my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\n  How I rocked the children and the young ladies.\n  I even rocked the country that was overseas\n  'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\n  Because I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\n  I'm-a show you how I rocked it, y'all, all night long,\n  But when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n  \"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n  \"Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do.\n  Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n  \"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\n  Do you feel for me the way I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.\n  I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,\n  So let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n  'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\n  I'll make you more than just a physical spell.\n  I wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n\n  (Instrumental break)\n\n  [Verse 5: Melle Mel]\n  Say what, y'all.\n  Say what.\n\n  To the DJ scratch, the metro match\n  'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\n  So takin' you off into the galaxy\n  Is Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n\n  (Cutting and scratching 'till end)\n"},{"id":33544188,"name":"Step Off","trackName":"Step Off","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"The Sugar Hill Records Story","duration":444.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chrous:\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n\n[Verse 1: Melle Mel]\nI was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\nWhen I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\nI got on the microphone and what do you see?\nHuh, the rest was my legacy.\nI was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\nTo have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\nI own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\nBecause rap is the game that I control.\nI'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\nBecause I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\nSee, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n\"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\nSo if you ever, let me make this clear,\nIf you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\nYou ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\nHuh huh, you better think again, my friend\nBecause the door is closed and we're in town\nAnd the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!\n(Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off.)\n\n[Cowboy]\nWell, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\nSo what you MC's gonna do now?\nIt's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\nYou won't even get bread and water, my man.\nGonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\nWith another wack rapper tied to your back,\nAnd if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,\nIt's te beautiful round-up in the sky.\nI'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\nI'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\nCarryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\nBut I carry out orders from no man,\n'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.\nYou used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\nBut in my MC school, my class is packed\nAnd tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\nThe bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\nI buy a mansion for my mother.\nThe 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,\nSay, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n\n(Repeat chorus)\n\n[Verse 2: Scorpio]\nCome on.\nNow you know just who I am\nAnd what I do because I'm in demand,\nBecause I look good.\nDo you hear, my man?\nAnd if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\nOne girl at a time get an MC\nSo how could you think that you rank with me?\nIf you only did your homework, you would surely find\nWhen Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\nAnd the only girl that you could take of mine\nIs the one that I left way behind\nAnd plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\nYou need to go to the bank and get some cash\nBecause talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\nWhen I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\nYou're right.\nThere is no diff between me and you\nExcept I look good and you look through.\nTake that.\n\n(Repeat last two lines of chorus)\n\n[Verse 3: Melle Mel]\nLittle pieces of a dream is all you mean\nSince the day you stepped into the MC scene.\nBitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\nSayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\nBut you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\nNow you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\nBut I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\nWhen you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\nAnd then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\nBut then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\nThen God was great and God was true\nAnd he tried to show you how to be like you,\nBut you still didn't get where you wanted to go\nWhen you gathered in a group and got your own show\n'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\nFor eternity, the source is alive.\nYou forgot the words of your creator\nAnd now he's made you a perpetrator,\nForever in a world of you and a girl,\nA few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\nYou must spread the words of the master teacher.\nYou die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\nThe words are a gift we will never flaunt.\nThat's why we're gonna get everything we want.\nJust like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\nAnd I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\nAnd I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\nFor my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\nSee, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\nWith King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\nKamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\nAnd goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\nSo if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\nAnd I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\nLeave behind all your fame and wealth\nSo you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\nI mnay sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\nWith the will to make sense of all this mess.\nI'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\nAnd I'm the only MC that'll never die,\nSo just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\nBut when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\nRRRAHHH!\nAnd not only that,\n\n(Repeat first four lines of chorus)\n\n[Verse 4: Melle Mel]\nAnd for all you MC's, you heard my story\nOn my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\nHow I rocked the children and the young ladies.\nI even rocked the country that was overseas\n'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\nBecause I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\nI'm-a show you how I rocked it, y'all, all night long,\nBut when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n\"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n\"Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do.\nChaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n\"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\nDo you feel for me the way I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.\nI wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,\nSo let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\nI'll make you more than just a physical spell.\nI wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n\n(Instrumental break)\n\n[Verse 5: Melle Mel]\nSay what, y'all.\nSay what.\n\nTo the DJ scratch, the metro match\n'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\nSo takin' you off into the galaxy\nIs Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n\n(Cutting and scratching 'till end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Off\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: The Sugar Hill Records Story\n  duration_ms: 444000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chrous:\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n\n  [Verse 1: Melle Mel]\n  I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\n  When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\n  I got on the microphone and what do you see?\n  Huh, the rest was my legacy.\n  I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\n  To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\n  I own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\n  Because rap is the game that I control.\n  I'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\n  Because I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\n  See, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n  \"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\n  So if you ever, let me make this clear,\n  If you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\n  You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\n  Huh huh, you better think again, my friend\n  Because the door is closed and we're in town\n  And the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!\n  (Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off.)\n\n  [Cowboy]\n  Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\n  So what you MC's gonna do now?\n  It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\n  You won't even get bread and water, my man.\n  Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\n  With another wack rapper tied to your back,\n  And if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,\n  It's te beautiful round-up in the sky.\n  I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\n  I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\n  Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\n  But I carry out orders from no man,\n  'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.\n  You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\n  But in my MC school, my class is packed\n  And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\n  The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\n  I buy a mansion for my mother.\n  The 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,\n  Say, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n\n  (Repeat chorus)\n\n  [Verse 2: Scorpio]\n  Come on.\n  Now you know just who I am\n  And what I do because I'm in demand,\n  Because I look good.\n  Do you hear, my man?\n  And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\n  One girl at a time get an MC\n  So how could you think that you rank with me?\n  If you only did your homework, you would surely find\n  When Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\n  And the only girl that you could take of mine\n  Is the one that I left way behind\n  And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\n  You need to go to the bank and get some cash\n  Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\n  When I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\n  You're right.\n  There is no diff between me and you\n  Except I look good and you look through.\n  Take that.\n\n  (Repeat last two lines of chorus)\n\n  [Verse 3: Melle Mel]\n  Little pieces of a dream is all you mean\n  Since the day you stepped into the MC scene.\n  Bitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\n  Sayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\n  But you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\n  Now you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\n  But I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\n  When you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\n  And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\n  But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\n  Then God was great and God was true\n  And he tried to show you how to be like you,\n  But you still didn't get where you wanted to go\n  When you gathered in a group and got your own show\n  'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\n  For eternity, the source is alive.\n  You forgot the words of your creator\n  And now he's made you a perpetrator,\n  Forever in a world of you and a girl,\n  A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\n  You must spread the words of the master teacher.\n  You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\n  The words are a gift we will never flaunt.\n  That's why we're gonna get everything we want.\n  Just like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\n  And I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\n  And I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\n  For my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\n  See, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\n  With King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\n  Kamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\n  And goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\n  So if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\n  And I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\n  Leave behind all your fame and wealth\n  So you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\n  I mnay sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\n  With the will to make sense of all this mess.\n  I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\n  And I'm the only MC that'll never die,\n  So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\n  But when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\n  RRRAHHH!\n  And not only that,\n\n  (Repeat first four lines of chorus)\n\n  [Verse 4: Melle Mel]\n  And for all you MC's, you heard my story\n  On my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\n  How I rocked the children and the young ladies.\n  I even rocked the country that was overseas\n  'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\n  Because I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\n  I'm-a show you how I rocked it, y'all, all night long,\n  But when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n  \"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n  \"Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do.\n  Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n  \"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\n  Do you feel for me the way I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.\n  I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,\n  So let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n  'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\n  I'll make you more than just a physical spell.\n  I wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n\n  (Instrumental break)\n\n  [Verse 5: Melle Mel]\n  Say what, y'all.\n  Say what.\n\n  To the DJ scratch, the metro match\n  'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\n  So takin' you off into the galaxy\n  Is Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n\n  (Cutting and scratching 'till end)\n"},{"id":32132273,"name":"Step Off","trackName":"Step Off","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"Adventures on the Wheels of Steel","duration":444.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chrous:\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n\n[Verse 1: Melle Mel]\nI was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\nWhen I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\nI got on the microphone and what do you see?\nHuh, the rest was my legacy.\nI was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\nTo have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\nI own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\nBecause rap is the game that I control.\nI'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\nBecause I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\nSee, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n\"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\nSo if you ever, let me make this clear,\nIf you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\nYou ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\nHuh huh, you better think again, my friend\nBecause the door is closed and we're in town\nAnd the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!\n(Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off.)\n\n[Cowboy]\nWell, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\nSo what you MC's gonna do now?\nIt's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\nYou won't even get bread and water, my man.\nGonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\nWith another wack rapper tied to your back,\nAnd if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,\nIt's te beautiful round-up in the sky.\nI'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\nI'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\nCarryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\nBut I carry out orders from no man,\n'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.\nYou used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\nBut in my MC school, my class is packed\nAnd tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\nThe bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\nI buy a mansion for my mother.\nThe 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,\nSay, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n\n(Repeat chorus)\n\n[Verse 2: Scorpio]\nCome on.\nNow you know just who I am\nAnd what I do because I'm in demand,\nBecause I look good.\nDo you hear, my man?\nAnd if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\nOne girl at a time get an MC\nSo how could you think that you rank with me?\nIf you only did your homework, you would surely find\nWhen Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\nAnd the only girl that you could take of mine\nIs the one that I left way behind\nAnd plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\nYou need to go to the bank and get some cash\nBecause talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\nWhen I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\nYou're right.\nThere is no diff between me and you\nExcept I look good and you look through.\nTake that.\n\n(Repeat last two lines of chorus)\n\n[Verse 3: Melle Mel]\nLittle pieces of a dream is all you mean\nSince the day you stepped into the MC scene.\nBitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\nSayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\nBut you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\nNow you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\nBut I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\nWhen you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\nAnd then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\nBut then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\nThen God was great and God was true\nAnd he tried to show you how to be like you,\nBut you still didn't get where you wanted to go\nWhen you gathered in a group and got your own show\n'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\nFor eternity, the source is alive.\nYou forgot the words of your creator\nAnd now he's made you a perpetrator,\nForever in a world of you and a girl,\nA few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\nYou must spread the words of the master teacher.\nYou die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\nThe words are a gift we will never flaunt.\nThat's why we're gonna get everything we want.\nJust like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\nAnd I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\nAnd I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\nFor my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\nSee, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\nWith King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\nKamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\nAnd goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\nSo if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\nAnd I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\nLeave behind all your fame and wealth\nSo you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\nI mnay sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\nWith the will to make sense of all this mess.\nI'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\nAnd I'm the only MC that'll never die,\nSo just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\nBut when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\nRRRAHHH!\nAnd not only that,\n\n(Repeat first four lines of chorus)\n\n[Verse 4: Melle Mel]\nAnd for all you MC's, you heard my story\nOn my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\nHow I rocked the children and the young ladies.\nI even rocked the country that was overseas\n'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\nBecause I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\nI'm-a show you how I rocked it, y'all, all night long,\nBut when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n\"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n\"Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do.\nChaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n\"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\nDo you feel for me the way I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.\nI wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,\nSo let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\nI'll make you more than just a physical spell.\nI wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n\n(Instrumental break)\n\n[Verse 5: Melle Mel]\nSay what, y'all.\nSay what.\n\nTo the DJ scratch, the metro match\n'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\nSo takin' you off into the galaxy\nIs Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n\n(Cutting and scratching 'till end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Off\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: Adventures on the Wheels of Steel\n  duration_ms: 444000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chrous:\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n\n  [Verse 1: Melle Mel]\n  I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\n  When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\n  I got on the microphone and what do you see?\n  Huh, the rest was my legacy.\n  I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\n  To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\n  I own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\n  Because rap is the game that I control.\n  I'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\n  Because I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\n  See, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n  \"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\n  So if you ever, let me make this clear,\n  If you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\n  You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\n  Huh huh, you better think again, my friend\n  Because the door is closed and we're in town\n  And the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!\n  (Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off.)\n\n  [Cowboy]\n  Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\n  So what you MC's gonna do now?\n  It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\n  You won't even get bread and water, my man.\n  Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\n  With another wack rapper tied to your back,\n  And if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,\n  It's te beautiful round-up in the sky.\n  I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\n  I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\n  Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\n  But I carry out orders from no man,\n  'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.\n  You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\n  But in my MC school, my class is packed\n  And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\n  The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\n  I buy a mansion for my mother.\n  The 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,\n  Say, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n\n  (Repeat chorus)\n\n  [Verse 2: Scorpio]\n  Come on.\n  Now you know just who I am\n  And what I do because I'm in demand,\n  Because I look good.\n  Do you hear, my man?\n  And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\n  One girl at a time get an MC\n  So how could you think that you rank with me?\n  If you only did your homework, you would surely find\n  When Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\n  And the only girl that you could take of mine\n  Is the one that I left way behind\n  And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\n  You need to go to the bank and get some cash\n  Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\n  When I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\n  You're right.\n  There is no diff between me and you\n  Except I look good and you look through.\n  Take that.\n\n  (Repeat last two lines of chorus)\n\n  [Verse 3: Melle Mel]\n  Little pieces of a dream is all you mean\n  Since the day you stepped into the MC scene.\n  Bitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\n  Sayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\n  But you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\n  Now you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\n  But I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\n  When you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\n  And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\n  But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\n  Then God was great and God was true\n  And he tried to show you how to be like you,\n  But you still didn't get where you wanted to go\n  When you gathered in a group and got your own show\n  'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\n  For eternity, the source is alive.\n  You forgot the words of your creator\n  And now he's made you a perpetrator,\n  Forever in a world of you and a girl,\n  A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\n  You must spread the words of the master teacher.\n  You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\n  The words are a gift we will never flaunt.\n  That's why we're gonna get everything we want.\n  Just like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\n  And I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\n  And I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\n  For my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\n  See, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\n  With King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\n  Kamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\n  And goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\n  So if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\n  And I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\n  Leave behind all your fame and wealth\n  So you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\n  I mnay sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\n  With the will to make sense of all this mess.\n  I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\n  And I'm the only MC that'll never die,\n  So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\n  But when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\n  RRRAHHH!\n  And not only that,\n\n  (Repeat first four lines of chorus)\n\n  [Verse 4: Melle Mel]\n  And for all you MC's, you heard my story\n  On my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\n  How I rocked the children and the young ladies.\n  I even rocked the country that was overseas\n  'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\n  Because I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\n  I'm-a show you how I rocked it, y'all, all night long,\n  But when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n  \"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n  \"Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do.\n  Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n  \"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\n  Do you feel for me the way I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.\n  I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,\n  So let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n  'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\n  I'll make you more than just a physical spell.\n  I wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n\n  (Instrumental break)\n\n  [Verse 5: Melle Mel]\n  Say what, y'all.\n  Say what.\n\n  To the DJ scratch, the metro match\n  'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\n  So takin' you off into the galaxy\n  Is Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n\n  (Cutting and scratching 'till end)\n"},{"id":4657645,"name":"Step Off","trackName":"Step Off","artistName":"Grandmaster Melle-Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"Best of Old School Rappers","duration":435.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chrous:\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n\n[Verse 1: Melle Mel]\nI was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\nWhen I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\nI got on the microphone and what do you see?\nHuh, the rest was my legacy.\nI was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\nTo have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\nI own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\nBecause rap is the game that I control.\nI'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\nBecause I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\nSee, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n\"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\nSo if you ever, let me make this clear,\nIf you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\nYou ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\nHuh huh, you better think again, my friend\nBecause the door is closed and we're in town\nAnd the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!\n(Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off.)\n\n[Cowboy]\nWell, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\nSo what you MC's gonna do now?\nIt's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\nYou won't even get bread and water, my man.\nGonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\nWith another wack rapper tied to your back,\nAnd if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,\nIt's te beautiful round-up in the sky.\nI'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\nI'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\nCarryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\nBut I carry out orders from no man,\n'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.\nYou used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\nBut in my MC school, my class is packed\nAnd tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\nThe bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\nI buy a mansion for my mother.\nThe 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,\nSay, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n\n(Repeat chorus)\n\n[Verse 2: Scorpio]\nCome on.\nNow you know just who I am\nAnd what I do because I'm in demand,\nBecause I look good.\nDo you hear, my man?\nAnd if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\nOne girl at a time get an MC\nSo how could you think that you rank with me?\nIf you only did your homework, you would surely find\nWhen Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\nAnd the only girl that you could take of mine\nIs the one that I left way behind\nAnd plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\nYou need to go to the bank and get some cash\nBecause talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\nWhen I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\nYou're right.\nThere is no diff between me and you\nExcept I look good and you look through.\nTake that.\n\n(Repeat last two lines of chorus)\n\n[Verse 3: Melle Mel]\nLittle pieces of a dream is all you mean\nSince the day you stepped into the MC scene.\nBitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\nSayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\nBut you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\nNow you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\nBut I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\nWhen you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\nAnd then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\nBut then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\nThen God was great and God was true\nAnd he tried to show you how to be like you,\nBut you still didn't get where you wanted to go\nWhen you gathered in a group and got your own show\n'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\nFor eternity, the source is alive.\nYou forgot the words of your creator\nAnd now he's made you a perpetrator,\nForever in a world of you and a girl,\nA few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\nYou must spread the words of the master teacher.\nYou die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\nThe words are a gift we will never flaunt.\nThat's why we're gonna get everything we want.\nJust like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\nAnd I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\nAnd I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\nFor my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\nSee, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\nWith King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\nKamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\nAnd goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\nSo if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\nAnd I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\nLeave behind all your fame and wealth\nSo you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\nI mnay sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\nWith the will to make sense of all this mess.\nI'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\nAnd I'm the only MC that'll never die,\nSo just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\nBut when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\nRRRAHHH!\nAnd not only that,\n\n(Repeat first four lines of chorus)\n\n[Verse 4: Melle Mel]\nAnd for all you MC's, you heard my story\nOn my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\nHow I rocked the children and the young ladies.\nI even rocked the country that was overseas\n'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\nBecause I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\nI'm-a show you how I rocked it, y'all, all night long,\nBut when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n\"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n\"Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do.\nChaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n\"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\nDo you feel for me the way I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.\nI wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,\nSo let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\nI'll make you more than just a physical spell.\nI wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n\n(Instrumental break)\n\n[Verse 5: Melle Mel]\nSay what, y'all.\nSay what.\n\nTo the DJ scratch, the metro match\n'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\nSo takin' you off into the galaxy\nIs Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n\n(Cutting and scratching 'till end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Off\n  artist: Grandmaster Melle-Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: Best of Old School Rappers\n  duration_ms: 435000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chrous:\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n\n  [Verse 1: Melle Mel]\n  I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\n  When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\n  I got on the microphone and what do you see?\n  Huh, the rest was my legacy.\n  I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\n  To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\n  I own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\n  Because rap is the game that I control.\n  I'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\n  Because I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\n  See, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n  \"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\n  So if you ever, let me make this clear,\n  If you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\n  You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\n  Huh huh, you better think again, my friend\n  Because the door is closed and we're in town\n  And the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!\n  (Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off.)\n\n  [Cowboy]\n  Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\n  So what you MC's gonna do now?\n  It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\n  You won't even get bread and water, my man.\n  Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\n  With another wack rapper tied to your back,\n  And if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,\n  It's te beautiful round-up in the sky.\n  I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\n  I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\n  Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\n  But I carry out orders from no man,\n  'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.\n  You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\n  But in my MC school, my class is packed\n  And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\n  The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\n  I buy a mansion for my mother.\n  The 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,\n  Say, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n\n  (Repeat chorus)\n\n  [Verse 2: Scorpio]\n  Come on.\n  Now you know just who I am\n  And what I do because I'm in demand,\n  Because I look good.\n  Do you hear, my man?\n  And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\n  One girl at a time get an MC\n  So how could you think that you rank with me?\n  If you only did your homework, you would surely find\n  When Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\n  And the only girl that you could take of mine\n  Is the one that I left way behind\n  And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\n  You need to go to the bank and get some cash\n  Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\n  When I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\n  You're right.\n  There is no diff between me and you\n  Except I look good and you look through.\n  Take that.\n\n  (Repeat last two lines of chorus)\n\n  [Verse 3: Melle Mel]\n  Little pieces of a dream is all you mean\n  Since the day you stepped into the MC scene.\n  Bitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\n  Sayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\n  But you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\n  Now you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\n  But I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\n  When you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\n  And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\n  But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\n  Then God was great and God was true\n  And he tried to show you how to be like you,\n  But you still didn't get where you wanted to go\n  When you gathered in a group and got your own show\n  'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\n  For eternity, the source is alive.\n  You forgot the words of your creator\n  And now he's made you a perpetrator,\n  Forever in a world of you and a girl,\n  A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\n  You must spread the words of the master teacher.\n  You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\n  The words are a gift we will never flaunt.\n  That's why we're gonna get everything we want.\n  Just like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\n  And I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\n  And I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\n  For my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\n  See, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\n  With King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\n  Kamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\n  And goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\n  So if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\n  And I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\n  Leave behind all your fame and wealth\n  So you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\n  I mnay sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\n  With the will to make sense of all this mess.\n  I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\n  And I'm the only MC that'll never die,\n  So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\n  But when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\n  RRRAHHH!\n  And not only that,\n\n  (Repeat first four lines of chorus)\n\n  [Verse 4: Melle Mel]\n  And for all you MC's, you heard my story\n  On my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\n  How I rocked the children and the young ladies.\n  I even rocked the country that was overseas\n  'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\n  Because I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\n  I'm-a show you how I rocked it, y'all, all night long,\n  But when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n  \"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n  \"Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do.\n  Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n  \"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\n  Do you feel for me the way I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.\n  I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,\n  So let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n  'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\n  I'll make you more than just a physical spell.\n  I wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n\n  (Instrumental break)\n\n  [Verse 5: Melle Mel]\n  Say what, y'all.\n  Say what.\n\n  To the DJ scratch, the metro match\n  'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\n  So takin' you off into the galaxy\n  Is Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n\n  (Cutting and scratching 'till end)\n"},{"id":25635966,"name":"Step Off (instrumental)","trackName":"Step Off (instrumental)","artistName":"Grandmaster Flash, Melle Mel & The Furious Five","albumName":"Sugar Hill Adventures: The Collection","duration":435.026667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chrous:\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n\n[Verse 1: Melle Mel]\nI was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\nWhen I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\nI got on the microphone and what do you see?\nHuh, the rest was my legacy.\nI was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\nTo have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\nI own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\nBecause rap is the game that I control.\nI'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\nBecause I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\nSee, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n\"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\nSo if you ever, let me make this clear,\nIf you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\nYou ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\nHuh huh, you better think again, my friend\nBecause the door is closed and we're in town\nAnd the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!\n(Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.\nStep, step, step, step, step off.)\n\n[Cowboy]\nWell, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\nSo what you MC's gonna do now?\nIt's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\nYou won't even get bread and water, my man.\nGonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\nWith another wack rapper tied to your back,\nAnd if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,\nIt's te beautiful round-up in the sky.\nI'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\nI'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\nCarryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\nBut I carry out orders from no man,\n'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.\nYou used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\nBut in my MC school, my class is packed\nAnd tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\nThe bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\nI buy a mansion for my mother.\nThe 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,\nSay, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n\n(Repeat chorus)\n\n[Verse 2: Scorpio]\nCome on.\nNow you know just who I am\nAnd what I do because I'm in demand,\nBecause I look good.\nDo you hear, my man?\nAnd if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\nOne girl at a time get an MC\nSo how could you think that you rank with me?\nIf you only did your homework, you would surely find\nWhen Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\nAnd the only girl that you could take of mine\nIs the one that I left way behind\nAnd plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\nYou need to go to the bank and get some cash\nBecause talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\nWhen I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\nYou're right.\nThere is no diff between me and you\nExcept I look good and you look through.\nTake that.\n\n(Repeat last two lines of chorus)\n\n[Verse 3: Melle Mel]\nLittle pieces of a dream is all you mean\nSince the day you stepped into the MC scene.\nBitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\nSayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\nBut you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\nNow you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\nBut I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\nWhen you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\nAnd then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\nBut then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\nThen God was great and God was true\nAnd he tried to show you how to be like you,\nBut you still didn't get where you wanted to go\nWhen you gathered in a group and got your own show\n'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\nFor eternity, the source is alive.\nYou forgot the words of your creator\nAnd now he's made you a perpetrator,\nForever in a world of you and a girl,\nA few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\nYou must spread the words of the master teacher.\nYou die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\nThe words are a gift we will never flaunt.\nThat's why we're gonna get everything we want.\nJust like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\nAnd I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\nAnd I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\nFor my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\nSee, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\nWith King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\nKamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\nAnd goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\nSo if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\nAnd I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\nLeave behind all your fame and wealth\nSo you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\nI mnay sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\nWith the will to make sense of all this mess.\nI'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\nAnd I'm the only MC that'll never die,\nSo just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\nBut when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\nRRRAHHH!\nAnd not only that,\n\n(Repeat first four lines of chorus)\n\n[Verse 4: Melle Mel]\nAnd for all you MC's, you heard my story\nOn my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\nHow I rocked the children and the young ladies.\nI even rocked the country that was overseas\n'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\nBecause I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\nI'm-a show you how I rocked it, y'all, all night long,\nBut when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n\"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n\"Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do.\nChaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n\"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\nDo you feel for me the way I feel for you.\nChaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.\nI wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,\nSo let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\nI'll make you more than just a physical spell.\nI wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n\n(Instrumental break)\n\n[Verse 5: Melle Mel]\nSay what, y'all.\nSay what.\n\nTo the DJ scratch, the metro match\n'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\nSo takin' you off into the galaxy\nIs Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n\n(Cutting and scratching 'till end)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Off (instrumental)\n  artist: Grandmaster Flash, Melle Mel & The Furious Five\n  album: 'Sugar Hill Adventures: The Collection'\n  duration_ms: 435027\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chrous:\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh-huh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft.\n\n  [Verse 1: Melle Mel]\n  I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time\n  When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.\n  I got on the microphone and what do you see?\n  Huh, the rest was my legacy.\n  I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,\n  To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.\n  I own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold\n  Because rap is the game that I control.\n  I'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\n  Because I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear.\n  See, before my reign, it was the same old same,\n  \"To the ba with the ba\", that street-talk game,\n  So if you ever, let me make this clear,\n  If you ever think that we're steppin' out of here,\n  You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,\n  Huh huh, you better think again, my friend\n  Because the door is closed and we're in town\n  And the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!\n  (Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.\n  Step, step, step, step, step off.)\n\n  [Cowboy]\n  Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my cow,\n  So what you MC's gonna do now?\n  It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.\n  You won't even get bread and water, my man.\n  Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks\n  With another wack rapper tied to your back,\n  And if you wanna hang yourself out to dry,\n  It's te beautiful round-up in the sky.\n  I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.\n  I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.\n  Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,\n  But I carry out orders from no man,\n  'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.\n  You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,\n  But in my MC school, my class is packed\n  And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.\n  The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.\n  I buy a mansion for my mother.\n  The 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile,\n  Say, \"Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.\"\n\n  (Repeat chorus)\n\n  [Verse 2: Scorpio]\n  Come on.\n  Now you know just who I am\n  And what I do because I'm in demand,\n  Because I look good.\n  Do you hear, my man?\n  And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.\n  One girl at a time get an MC\n  So how could you think that you rank with me?\n  If you only did your homework, you would surely find\n  When Scorp' get girls, they all be fine\n  And the only girl that you could take of mine\n  Is the one that I left way behind\n  And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.\n  You need to go to the bank and get some cash\n  Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.\n  When I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.\n  You're right.\n  There is no diff between me and you\n  Except I look good and you look through.\n  Take that.\n\n  (Repeat last two lines of chorus)\n\n  [Verse 3: Melle Mel]\n  Little pieces of a dream is all you mean\n  Since the day you stepped into the MC scene.\n  Bitin' your moves, takin' fake awards,\n  Sayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds,\n  But you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone.\n  Now you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone,\n  But I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right\n  When you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,\n  And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,\n  But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.\n  Then God was great and God was true\n  And he tried to show you how to be like you,\n  But you still didn't get where you wanted to go\n  When you gathered in a group and got your own show\n  'Cause without the source, the force won't survive.\n  For eternity, the source is alive.\n  You forgot the words of your creator\n  And now he's made you a perpetrator,\n  Forever in a world of you and a girl,\n  A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.\n  You must spread the words of the master teacher.\n  You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.\n  The words are a gift we will never flaunt.\n  That's why we're gonna get everything we want.\n  Just like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen\n  And I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme,\n  And I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\n  For my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,\n  See, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show.\n  With King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,\n  Kamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike\n  And goin' down in the books is the king of the night,\n  So if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave\n  And I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.\n  Leave behind all your fame and wealth\n  So you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.\n  I mnay sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\n  With the will to make sense of all this mess.\n  I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\n  And I'm the only MC that'll never die,\n  So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,\n  But when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.\n  RRRAHHH!\n  And not only that,\n\n  (Repeat first four lines of chorus)\n\n  [Verse 4: Melle Mel]\n  And for all you MC's, you heard my story\n  On my super-fly, cold-crushin' fame and glory,\n  How I rocked the children and the young ladies.\n  I even rocked the country that was overseas\n  'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.\n  Because I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.\n  I'm-a show you how I rocked it, y'all, all night long,\n  But when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,\n  \"Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said,\n  \"Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do.\n  Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan.\", I said.\n  \"Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\n  Do you feel for me the way I feel for you.\n  Chaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do.\n  I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too,\n  So let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n  'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka.\n  I'll make you more than just a physical spell.\n  I wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel.\"\n\n  (Instrumental break)\n\n  [Verse 5: Melle Mel]\n  Say what, y'all.\n  Say what.\n\n  To the DJ scratch, the metro match\n  'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,\n  So takin' you off into the galaxy\n  Is Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!\n\n  (Cutting and scratching 'till end)\n"},{"id":31431977,"name":"Step Off (feat. 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wealth\nSo you can say one rhyme then bury yourself\nHuh, I may sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\nWith the will to make sense of all this mess\n\nI'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\nAnd I'm the only MC that'll never die\nSo just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top\nBut when you see Melle Mel, you're gonna have to drop\n\nRight\n\nAnd not only that\n\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost\nBecause you know you're soft\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost\nBecause you know you're soft\n\nAnd for all you MCs, you heard my story\nOf my superfly, cold, crushin' fame and glory\n\nHow I rocked the children and the young ladies\nI even rocked a country that was overseas\n'Cause I could rock anybody from any crew\nBecause I did it to Chaka, I'ma do it to you\nI'ma show you how I rocked at y'all all night long\nWhen I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said\n\nChaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan\nI said, let me rock you, that's all I wanna do\nChaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan\nI said, let me rock you 'cause I feel for you\nChaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\nDo you feel for me the way I feel for you?\nChaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do\nI wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too\n\nSo let me take you in my arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka\nI'll make you more than just a physical spell\nI wanna rock you, Chaka, baby, 'cause my name is Melle Mel\n\nSay what, y'all? Say what?\nTo the DJ scratch, you met your match\n'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch\nSo takin' you off into the galaxy\nIt's vicious, vicious, viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Off (feat. Cowboy and Scorpio) (Sugar Hill Mix By the Scratch Perverts' Prime Cuts)\n  artist: The Furious Five, Cowboy, Scorpio, Grandmaster Melle Mel\n  album: The Best of Grandmaster Flash & Sugar Hill\n  duration_ms: 408000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I was sittin' on the corner just wastin' my time\n  When I realized I was the king of the rhyme\n  I got on the microphone, and what do you see\n  Huh, the rest was my legacy\n  I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing\n  To have stans in my dance, big diamond rings\n  To own a castle and a yacht, pool, million in gold\n  'Cause rap is a game that I control\n  I'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer\n  Because I made rap somethin' people wanted to hear\n\n  See, before my reign, it was the same ol' same\n  Until the barber debob that street talk game\n  So if you ever, let me make this clear\n  If you ever think that we steppin' outta here\n  You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around, or in\n  Huh, you better think again, my friend\n  Because the door is closed, and we're in town\n  And the only place you can go is down\n\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost\n  Because you know you're soft\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost\n  Because you know you're soft\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost\n  Because you know you're soft\n\n  Come on, now you know just who I am\n\n  And what I do, because I'm in demand\n  Because I look good, do you hear, my man?\n  And if you can't take that, you jump your own hand\n  One girl at a time, get an MC\n\n  So how could you think that you rank with me?\n  If you only did your homework, you would surely find\n  When Scorp get girls, they all be fine\n  And the only girl that you could take of mine\n  Is the one that I left way behind\n  And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash\n  You need to go to the bank and get some cash\n  Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away\n\n  When I see you on the stage, I'ma blow you away\n  You're right, there is no difference between me and you\n  Except I look good, and you look through\n  Take that\n\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost\n  Because you know you're soft\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost\n  Because you know you're soft\n\n  Little pieces of a dream is all you mean\n  Since the day you stepped into the MC scene\n  Bitin' your moves, takin' fake awards\n  Sayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the fraud\n  But you're nothin' but a clone of my flesh and bone\n  Now you're tryin' to play grown on the microphone\n  But I tell you about a night, and you know I'm right\n  When you listened to us rockin' to the broad daylight\n  And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss\n  But then you prayed to God that you could be like us\n\n  Then God was great, and God was true\n  When he tried to show you how to be like you\n\n  But you still didn't get where you want to go\n  When you gathered in a group and got your own show\n\n  'Cause without the source, the force won't survive\n  But for eternity, the source is alive\n  You forgot the words of your creator\n  And now he's made you a perpetrator\n  Forever in the world of you and a girl\n  A few grams and a pipe to make your head swirl\n  You must spread the words of the master teacher\n  Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya\n\n  The words are a gift we will never flaunt\n  That's why we're gonna get everything we want\n  'Cause like a shadow in the night, I'm a sight unseen\n  And I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme\n  And I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\n  'Cause my rhymes make dollars, plus they make sense\n\n  See, I'm down with Cowboy and we rock the show\n  With King Lou, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio\n  Kamikaze, Clayton Savage, and Easy and Mike\n  And goin' down in the books as the king of the night\n  So if you're ever 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Say what?\n  To the DJ scratch, you met your match\n  'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch\n  So takin' you off into the galaxy\n  It's vicious, vicious, viciously\n"},{"id":40058982,"name":"Step Off (feat. Cowboy and Scorpio) (Sugar Hill Mix By the Scratch Perverts' Prime Cuts)","trackName":"Step Off (feat. Cowboy and Scorpio) (Sugar Hill Mix By the Scratch Perverts' Prime Cuts)","artistName":"The Furious Five & Grandmaster Melle Mel feat. 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got to get lost\nBecause you know you're soft\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost\nBecause you know you're soft\nStep, step, step, step, step off\nBecause you got to get lost\nBecause you know you're soft\n\nCome on, now you know just who I am\n\nAnd what I do, because I'm in demand\nBecause I look good, do you hear, my man?\nAnd if you can't take that, you jump your own hand\nOne girl at a time, get an MC\n\nSo how could you think that you rank with me?\nIf you only did your homework, you would surely find\nWhen Scorp get girls, they all be fine\nAnd the only girl that you could take of mine\nIs the one that I left way behind\nAnd plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash\nYou need to go to the bank and get some cash\nBecause talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away\n\nWhen I see you on the stage, I'ma blow you away\nYou're right, there is no difference between me and you\nExcept I look good, and you look through\nTake that\n\nStep, step, step, 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won't you tell me what you wanna do?\nDo you feel for me the way I feel for you?\nChaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do\nI wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too\n\nSo let me take you in my arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka\nI'll make you more than just a physical spell\nI wanna rock you, Chaka, baby, 'cause my name is Melle Mel\n\nSay what, y'all? Say what?\nTo the DJ scratch, you met your match\n'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch\nSo takin' you off into the galaxy\nIt's vicious, vicious, viciously","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Off (feat. Cowboy and Scorpio) (Sugar Hill Mix By the Scratch Perverts' Prime Cuts)\n  artist: The Furious Five & Grandmaster Melle Mel feat. 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step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost\n  Because you know you're soft\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost\n  Because you know you're soft\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost\n  Because you know you're soft\n\n  Come on, now you know just who I am\n\n  And what I do, because I'm in demand\n  Because I look good, do you hear, my man?\n  And if you can't take that, you jump your own hand\n  One girl at a time, get an MC\n\n  So how could you think that you rank with me?\n  If you only did your homework, you would surely find\n  When Scorp get girls, they all be fine\n  And the only girl that you could take of mine\n  Is the one that I left way behind\n  And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash\n  You need to go to the bank and get some cash\n  Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away\n\n  When I see you on the stage, I'ma blow you away\n  You're right, there is no difference between me and you\n  Except I look good, and you look through\n  Take that\n\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost\n  Because you know you're soft\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost\n  Because you know you're soft\n\n  Little pieces of a dream is all you mean\n  Since the day you stepped into the MC scene\n  Bitin' your moves, takin' fake awards\n  Sayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the fraud\n  But you're nothin' but a clone of my flesh and bone\n  Now you're tryin' to play grown on the microphone\n  But I tell you about a night, and you know I'm right\n  When you listened to us rockin' to the broad daylight\n  And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss\n  But then you prayed to God that you could be like us\n\n  Then God was great, and God was true\n  When he tried to show you how to be like you\n\n  But you still didn't get where you want to go\n  When you gathered in a group and got your own show\n\n  'Cause without the source, the force won't survive\n  But for eternity, the source is alive\n  You forgot the words of your creator\n  And now he's made you a perpetrator\n  Forever in the world of you and a girl\n  A few grams and a pipe to make your head swirl\n  You must spread the words of the master teacher\n  Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya\n\n  The words are a gift we will never flaunt\n  That's why we're gonna get everything we want\n  'Cause like a shadow in the night, I'm a sight unseen\n  And I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme\n  And I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents\n  'Cause my rhymes make dollars, plus they make sense\n\n  See, I'm down with Cowboy and we rock the show\n  With King Lou, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio\n  Kamikaze, Clayton Savage, and Easy and Mike\n  And goin' down in the books as the king of the night\n  So if you're ever in a battle, I'ma make you my slave\n  And I'ma give you a shovel so you can dig a grave\n\n  Leave behind all your fame and wealth\n  So you can say one rhyme then bury yourself\n  Huh, I may sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed\n  With the will to make sense of all this mess\n\n  I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky\n  And I'm the only MC that'll never die\n  So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top\n  But when you see Melle Mel, you're gonna have to drop\n\n  Right\n\n  And not only that\n\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost\n  Because you know you're soft\n  Step, step, step, step, step off\n  Because you got to get lost\n  Because you know you're soft\n\n  And for all you MCs, you heard my story\n  Of my superfly, cold, crushin' fame and glory\n\n  How I rocked the children and the young ladies\n  I even rocked a country that was overseas\n  'Cause I could rock anybody from any crew\n  Because I did it to Chaka, I'ma do it to you\n  I'ma show you how I rocked at y'all all night long\n  When I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said\n\n  Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan\n  I said, let me rock you, that's all I wanna do\n  Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan\n  I said, let me rock you 'cause I feel for you\n  Chaka Khan, won't you tell me what you wanna do?\n  Do you feel for me the way I feel for you?\n  Chaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do\n  I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too\n\n  So let me take you in my arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka\n  'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka\n  I'll make you more than just a physical spell\n  I wanna rock you, Chaka, baby, 'cause my name is Melle Mel\n\n  Say what, y'all? Say what?\n  To the DJ scratch, you met your match\n  'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch\n  So takin' you off into the galaxy\n  It's vicious, vicious, viciously\n"}]