[{"id":30587455,"name":"Concrete and Clay","trackName":"Concrete and Clay","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Quality Control","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\nShot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\nThe contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\nResurrected rhymes, not the same old same\nNow if you like what we came with\nAnd you feel you can sang wit it\nPeep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\nNow entertainment to make the people applaud\nI'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\nI'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\nL.A. Unified School M A H\nA gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\nIn South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\nI'm Chali 2na\nThe one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\nUsed to go to junior high with Son Doola\nOld skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\nTellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\nNow from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\nThe rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\nI can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\nJ5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\nAy yo a child is born but no state of mind\nBut when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\nI went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\nTo hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n(Chorus: repeat 2X)\nSo uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\nOriginal beats with real live MC's\nPlayground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\nJust that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\nI bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\nFrom a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\nBut uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\nCause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\nYour crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\nBombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\nBrother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\nWith no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\nTrio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\nWe the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\nMask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\nBe trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\nNow what you thought was old and out of date\nWe brought it back alive and changed the shape\nWe put it on wax for those who think that\nThe 5 we energize has been extinct\n\nWe takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\nAnd battles in the back of the classroom\nAnd in the bungalows game of death with flows\nLunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\nNever the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\nThe class jester, I was flunkin every semester\nThe summer hit, had it burnin in '86\nClass cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\nWithin the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\nAkil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\nUh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\nHot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\nWe push it like the Daytona\nFresh rhymes we blaze on yas\nStrictly from California old skool public diplomas\nWe spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\nBeneath the concrete be street word on ya","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Concrete and Clay\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Quality Control\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\n  Shot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\n  The contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\n  Resurrected rhymes, not the same old same\n  Now if you like what we came with\n  And you feel you can sang wit it\n  Peep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\n  Now entertainment to make the people applaud\n  I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\n  I'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\n  L.A. Unified School M A H\n  A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\n  In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\n  I'm Chali 2na\n  The one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\n  Used to go to junior high with Son Doola\n  Old skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\n  Tellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\n  Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\n  The rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\n  I can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\n  J5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\n  Ay yo a child is born but no state of mind\n  But when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\n  I went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\n  To hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n  (Chorus: repeat 2X)\n  So uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\n  Original beats with real live MC's\n  Playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\n  Just that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\n  I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\n  From a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\n  But uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\n  Cause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\n  Your crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\n  Bombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\n  Brother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\n  With no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\n  Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\n  We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\n  Mask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\n  Be trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\n  Now what you thought was old and out of date\n  We brought it back alive and changed the shape\n  We put it on wax for those who think that\n  The 5 we energize has been extinct\n\n  We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\n  And battles in the back of the classroom\n  And in the bungalows game of death with flows\n  Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\n  Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\n  The class jester, I was flunkin every semester\n  The summer hit, had it burnin in '86\n  Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\n  Within the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\n  Akil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\n  Uh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\n  Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\n  We push it like the Daytona\n  Fresh rhymes we blaze on yas\n  Strictly from California old skool public diplomas\n  We spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\n  Beneath the concrete be street word on ya\n"},{"id":29919051,"name":"Concrete and Clay","trackName":"Concrete and Clay","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Quality Control CD","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\nShot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\nThe contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\nResurrected rhymes, not the same old same\nNow if you like what we came with\nAnd you feel you can sang wit it\nPeep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\nNow entertainment to make the people applaud\nI'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\nI'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\nL.A. Unified School M A H\nA gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\nIn South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\nI'm Chali 2na\nThe one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\nUsed to go to junior high with Son Doola\nOld skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\nTellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\nNow from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\nThe rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\nI can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\nJ5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\nAy yo a child is born but no state of mind\nBut when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\nI went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\nTo hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n(Chorus: repeat 2X)\nSo uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\nOriginal beats with real live MC's\nPlayground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\nJust that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\nI bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\nFrom a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\nBut uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\nCause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\nYour crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\nBombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\nBrother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\nWith no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\nTrio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\nWe the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\nMask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\nBe trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\nNow what you thought was old and out of date\nWe brought it back alive and changed the shape\nWe put it on wax for those who think that\nThe 5 we energize has been extinct\n\nWe takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\nAnd battles in the back of the classroom\nAnd in the bungalows game of death with flows\nLunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\nNever the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\nThe class jester, I was flunkin every semester\nThe summer hit, had it burnin in '86\nClass cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\nWithin the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\nAkil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\nUh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\nHot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\nWe push it like the Daytona\nFresh rhymes we blaze on yas\nStrictly from California old skool public diplomas\nWe spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\nBeneath the concrete be street word on ya","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Concrete and Clay\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Quality Control CD\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\n  Shot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\n  The contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\n  Resurrected rhymes, not the same old same\n  Now if you like what we came with\n  And you feel you can sang wit it\n  Peep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\n  Now entertainment to make the people applaud\n  I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\n  I'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\n  L.A. Unified School M A H\n  A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\n  In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\n  I'm Chali 2na\n  The one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\n  Used to go to junior high with Son Doola\n  Old skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\n  Tellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\n  Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\n  The rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\n  I can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\n  J5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\n  Ay yo a child is born but no state of mind\n  But when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\n  I went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\n  To hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n  (Chorus: repeat 2X)\n  So uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\n  Original beats with real live MC's\n  Playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\n  Just that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\n  I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\n  From a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\n  But uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\n  Cause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\n  Your crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\n  Bombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\n  Brother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\n  With no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\n  Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\n  We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\n  Mask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\n  Be trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\n  Now what you thought was old and out of date\n  We brought it back alive and changed the shape\n  We put it on wax for those who think that\n  The 5 we energize has been extinct\n\n  We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\n  And battles in the back of the classroom\n  And in the bungalows game of death with flows\n  Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\n  Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\n  The class jester, I was flunkin every semester\n  The summer hit, had it burnin in '86\n  Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\n  Within the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\n  Akil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\n  Uh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\n  Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\n  We push it like the Daytona\n  Fresh rhymes we blaze on yas\n  Strictly from California old skool public diplomas\n  We spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\n  Beneath the concrete be street word on ya\n"},{"id":19488767,"name":"Concrete and Clay","trackName":"Concrete and Clay","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Quality Control - Instumental","duration":217.129796,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\nShot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\nThe contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\nResurrected rhymes, not the same old same\nNow if you like what we came with\nAnd you feel you can sang wit it\nPeep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\nNow entertainment to make the people applaud\nI'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\nI'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\nL.A. Unified School M A H\nA gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\nIn South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\nI'm Chali 2na\nThe one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\nUsed to go to junior high with Son Doola\nOld skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\nTellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\nNow from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\nThe rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\nI can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\nJ5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\nAy yo a child is born but no state of mind\nBut when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\nI went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\nTo hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n(Chorus: repeat 2X)\nSo uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\nOriginal beats with real live MC's\nPlayground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\nJust that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\nI bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\nFrom a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\nBut uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\nCause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\nYour crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\nBombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\nBrother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\nWith no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\nTrio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\nWe the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\nMask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\nBe trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\nNow what you thought was old and out of date\nWe brought it back alive and changed the shape\nWe put it on wax for those who think that\nThe 5 we energize has been extinct\n\nWe takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\nAnd battles in the back of the classroom\nAnd in the bungalows game of death with flows\nLunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\nNever the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\nThe class jester, I was flunkin every semester\nThe summer hit, had it burnin in '86\nClass cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\nWithin the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\nAkil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\nUh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\nHot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\nWe push it like the Daytona\nFresh rhymes we blaze on yas\nStrictly from California old skool public diplomas\nWe spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\nBeneath the concrete be street word on ya","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Concrete and Clay\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Quality Control - Instumental\n  duration_ms: 217130\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\n  Shot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\n  The contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\n  Resurrected rhymes, not the same old same\n  Now if you like what we came with\n  And you feel you can sang wit it\n  Peep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\n  Now entertainment to make the people applaud\n  I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\n  I'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\n  L.A. Unified School M A H\n  A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\n  In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\n  I'm Chali 2na\n  The one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\n  Used to go to junior high with Son Doola\n  Old skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\n  Tellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\n  Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\n  The rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\n  I can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\n  J5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\n  Ay yo a child is born but no state of mind\n  But when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\n  I went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\n  To hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n  (Chorus: repeat 2X)\n  So uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\n  Original beats with real live MC's\n  Playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\n  Just that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\n  I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\n  From a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\n  But uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\n  Cause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\n  Your crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\n  Bombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\n  Brother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\n  With no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\n  Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\n  We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\n  Mask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\n  Be trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\n  Now what you thought was old and out of date\n  We brought it back alive and changed the shape\n  We put it on wax for those who think that\n  The 5 we energize has been extinct\n\n  We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\n  And battles in the back of the classroom\n  And in the bungalows game of death with flows\n  Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\n  Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\n  The class jester, I was flunkin every semester\n  The summer hit, had it burnin in '86\n  Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\n  Within the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\n  Akil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\n  Uh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\n  Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\n  We push it like the Daytona\n  Fresh rhymes we blaze on yas\n  Strictly from California old skool public diplomas\n  We spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\n  Beneath the concrete be street word on ya\n"},{"id":19347747,"name":"Concrete and Clay","trackName":"Concrete and Clay","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Quality Control","duration":276.3819008,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\nShot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\nThe contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\nResurrected rhymes, not the same old same\nNow if you like what we came with\nAnd you feel you can sang wit it\nPeep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\nNow entertainment to make the people applaud\nI'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\nI'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\nL.A. Unified School M A H\nA gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\nIn South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\nI'm Chali 2na\nThe one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\nUsed to go to junior high with Son Doola\nOld skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\nTellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\nNow from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\nThe rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\nI can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\nJ5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\nAy yo a child is born but no state of mind\nBut when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\nI went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\nTo hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n(Chorus: repeat 2X)\nSo uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\nOriginal beats with real live MC's\nPlayground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\nJust that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\nI bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\nFrom a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\nBut uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\nCause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\nYour crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\nBombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\nBrother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\nWith no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\nTrio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\nWe the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\nMask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\nBe trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\nNow what you thought was old and out of date\nWe brought it back alive and changed the shape\nWe put it on wax for those who think that\nThe 5 we energize has been extinct\n\nWe takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\nAnd battles in the back of the classroom\nAnd in the bungalows game of death with flows\nLunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\nNever the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\nThe class jester, I was flunkin every semester\nThe summer hit, had it burnin in '86\nClass cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\nWithin the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\nAkil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\nUh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\nHot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\nWe push it like the Daytona\nFresh rhymes we blaze on yas\nStrictly from California old skool public diplomas\nWe spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\nBeneath the concrete be street word on ya","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Concrete and Clay\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Quality Control\n  duration_ms: 276382\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\n  Shot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\n  The contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\n  Resurrected rhymes, not the same old same\n  Now if you like what we came with\n  And you feel you can sang wit it\n  Peep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\n  Now entertainment to make the people applaud\n  I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\n  I'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\n  L.A. Unified School M A H\n  A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\n  In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\n  I'm Chali 2na\n  The one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\n  Used to go to junior high with Son Doola\n  Old skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\n  Tellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\n  Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\n  The rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\n  I can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\n  J5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\n  Ay yo a child is born but no state of mind\n  But when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\n  I went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\n  To hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n  (Chorus: repeat 2X)\n  So uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\n  Original beats with real live MC's\n  Playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\n  Just that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\n  I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\n  From a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\n  But uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\n  Cause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\n  Your crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\n  Bombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\n  Brother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\n  With no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\n  Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\n  We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\n  Mask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\n  Be trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\n  Now what you thought was old and out of date\n  We brought it back alive and changed the shape\n  We put it on wax for those who think that\n  The 5 we energize has been extinct\n\n  We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\n  And battles in the back of the classroom\n  And in the bungalows game of death with flows\n  Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\n  Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\n  The class jester, I was flunkin every semester\n  The summer hit, had it burnin in '86\n  Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\n  Within the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\n  Akil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\n  Uh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\n  Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\n  We push it like the Daytona\n  Fresh rhymes we blaze on yas\n  Strictly from California old skool public diplomas\n  We spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\n  Beneath the concrete be street word on ya\n"},{"id":20100825,"name":"Concrete And Clay","trackName":"Concrete And Clay","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Quality Control","duration":208.666667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\nShot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\nThe contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\nResurrected rhymes, not the same old same\nNow if you like what we came with\nAnd you feel you can sang wit it\nPeep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\nNow entertainment to make the people applaud\nI'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\nI'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\nL.A. Unified School M A H\nA gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\nIn South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\nI'm Chali 2na\nThe one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\nUsed to go to junior high with Son Doola\nOld skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\nTellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\nNow from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\nThe rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\nI can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\nJ5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\nAy yo a child is born but no state of mind\nBut when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\nI went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\nTo hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n(Chorus: repeat 2X)\nSo uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\nOriginal beats with real live MC's\nPlayground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\nJust that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\nI bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\nFrom a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\nBut uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\nCause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\nYour crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\nBombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\nBrother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\nWith no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\nTrio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\nWe the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\nMask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\nBe trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\nNow what you thought was old and out of date\nWe brought it back alive and changed the shape\nWe put it on wax for those who think that\nThe 5 we energize has been extinct\n\nWe takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\nAnd battles in the back of the classroom\nAnd in the bungalows game of death with flows\nLunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\nNever the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\nThe class jester, I was flunkin every semester\nThe summer hit, had it burnin in '86\nClass cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\nWithin the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\nAkil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\nUh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\nHot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\nWe push it like the Daytona\nFresh rhymes we blaze on yas\nStrictly from California old skool public diplomas\nWe spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\nBeneath the concrete be street word on ya","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Concrete And Clay\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Quality Control\n  duration_ms: 208667\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\n  Shot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\n  The contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\n  Resurrected rhymes, not the same old same\n  Now if you like what we came with\n  And you feel you can sang wit it\n  Peep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\n  Now entertainment to make the people applaud\n  I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\n  I'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\n  L.A. Unified School M A H\n  A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\n  In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\n  I'm Chali 2na\n  The one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\n  Used to go to junior high with Son Doola\n  Old skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\n  Tellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\n  Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\n  The rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\n  I can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\n  J5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\n  Ay yo a child is born but no state of mind\n  But when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\n  I went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\n  To hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n  (Chorus: repeat 2X)\n  So uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\n  Original beats with real live MC's\n  Playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\n  Just that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\n  I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\n  From a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\n  But uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\n  Cause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\n  Your crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\n  Bombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\n  Brother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\n  With no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\n  Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\n  We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\n  Mask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\n  Be trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\n  Now what you thought was old and out of date\n  We brought it back alive and changed the shape\n  We put it on wax for those who think that\n  The 5 we energize has been extinct\n\n  We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\n  And battles in the back of the classroom\n  And in the bungalows game of death with flows\n  Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\n  Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\n  The class jester, I was flunkin every semester\n  The summer hit, had it burnin in '86\n  Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\n  Within the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\n  Akil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\n  Uh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\n  Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\n  We push it like the Daytona\n  Fresh rhymes we blaze on yas\n  Strictly from California old skool public diplomas\n  We spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\n  Beneath the concrete be street word on ya\n"},{"id":19023165,"name":"Concrete And Clay","trackName":"Concrete And Clay","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"LP","duration":264.581375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\nShot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\nThe contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\nResurrected rhymes, not the same old same\nNow if you like what we came with\nAnd you feel you can sang wit it\nPeep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\nNow entertainment to make the people applaud\nI'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\nI'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\nL.A. Unified School M A H\nA gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\nIn South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\nI'm Chali 2na\nThe one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\nUsed to go to junior high with Son Doola\nOld skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\nTellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\nNow from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\nThe rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\nI can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\nJ5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\nAy yo a child is born but no state of mind\nBut when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\nI went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\nTo hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n(Chorus: repeat 2X)\nSo uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\nOriginal beats with real live MC's\nPlayground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\nJust that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\nI bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\nFrom a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\nBut uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\nCause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\nYour crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\nBombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\nBrother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\nWith no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\nTrio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\nWe the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\nMask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\nBe trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\nNow what you thought was old and out of date\nWe brought it back alive and changed the shape\nWe put it on wax for those who think that\nThe 5 we energize has been extinct\n\nWe takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\nAnd battles in the back of the classroom\nAnd in the bungalows game of death with flows\nLunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\nNever the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\nThe class jester, I was flunkin every semester\nThe summer hit, had it burnin in '86\nClass cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\nWithin the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\nAkil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\nUh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\nHot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\nWe push it like the Daytona\nFresh rhymes we blaze on yas\nStrictly from California old skool public diplomas\nWe spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\nBeneath the concrete be street word on ya","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Concrete And Clay\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: LP\n  duration_ms: 264581\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\n  Shot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\n  The contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\n  Resurrected rhymes, not the same old same\n  Now if you like what we came with\n  And you feel you can sang wit it\n  Peep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\n  Now entertainment to make the people applaud\n  I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\n  I'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\n  L.A. Unified School M A H\n  A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\n  In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\n  I'm Chali 2na\n  The one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\n  Used to go to junior high with Son Doola\n  Old skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\n  Tellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\n  Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\n  The rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\n  I can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\n  J5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\n  Ay yo a child is born but no state of mind\n  But when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\n  I went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\n  To hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n  (Chorus: repeat 2X)\n  So uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\n  Original beats with real live MC's\n  Playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\n  Just that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\n  I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\n  From a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\n  But uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\n  Cause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\n  Your crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\n  Bombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\n  Brother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\n  With no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\n  Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\n  We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\n  Mask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\n  Be trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\n  Now what you thought was old and out of date\n  We brought it back alive and changed the shape\n  We put it on wax for those who think that\n  The 5 we energize has been extinct\n\n  We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\n  And battles in the back of the classroom\n  And in the bungalows game of death with flows\n  Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\n  Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\n  The class jester, I was flunkin every semester\n  The summer hit, had it burnin in '86\n  Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\n  Within the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\n  Akil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\n  Uh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\n  Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\n  We push it like the Daytona\n  Fresh rhymes we blaze on yas\n  Strictly from California old skool public diplomas\n  We spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\n  Beneath the concrete be street word on ya\n"},{"id":38598325,"name":"Concrete and Clay","trackName":"Concrete and Clay","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"2000 - Quality Control","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind\nShot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\nThe contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment\nResurrected rhymes, not the same old same\nNow if you like what we came with\nAnd you feel you can sang wit it\nPeep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\nNow entertainment to make the people applaud\nI'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\nI'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight\nL.A. 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107120\n- text: I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin' like a dunk\n  start_ms: 107120\n  end_ms: 109420\n- text: From a snotty nosed prima donna millionaire punk\n  start_ms: 109420\n  end_ms: 111940\n- text: But I heard a hunch that somebody might munch\n  start_ms: 111940\n  end_ms: 114680\n- text: '''Cause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch'\n  start_ms: 114680\n  end_ms: 117340\n- text: Your crew's captain crunch and I'm the seven seas\n  start_ms: 117340\n  end_ms: 119980\n- text: Bombin' on MC's, crushin' crews with ease\n  start_ms: 119980\n  end_ms: 122540\n- text: Brother please, you know my steez is 100 degrees\n  start_ms: 122540\n  end_ms: 125240\n- text: With no era, bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n  start_ms: 125240\n  end_ms: 127890\n- text: No mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\n  start_ms: 127890\n  end_ms: 130490\n- text: We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\n  start_ms: 130490\n  end_ms: 133150\n- text: Mask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\n  start_ms: 133150\n  end_ms: 136140\n- text: Be trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n  start_ms: 136140\n  end_ms: 138710\n- text: Now what you thought was old and out of date\n  start_ms: 138710\n  end_ms: 141330\n- text: We brought it back alive and changed the shape\n  start_ms: 141330\n  end_ms: 143860\n- text: We put it on wax for those who think\n  start_ms: 143860\n  end_ms: 146650\n- text: That the 5 we energize has been extinct\n  start_ms: 146650\n  end_ms: 149450\n- text: So, let's take it back to the concrete streets\n  start_ms: 149450\n  end_ms: 152000\n- text: Original beats with real live MC's\n  start_ms: 152000\n  end_ms: 154970\n- text: Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks\n  start_ms: 154970\n  end_ms: 157500\n- text: Just that classic, rappin' from Jurassic\n  start_ms: 157500\n  end_ms: 160490\n- text: Let's take it back to the concrete streets\n  start_ms: 160490\n  end_ms: 162870\n- 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start_ms: 189460\n  end_ms: 191980\n- text: Within the concrete jungle, we remain humble\n  start_ms: 191980\n  end_ms: 195160\n- text: Akil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\n  start_ms: 195160\n  end_ms: 197650\n- text: We never fumble, break down or stumble\n  start_ms: 197650\n  end_ms: 200230\n- text: Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n  start_ms: 200230\n  end_ms: 202940\n- text: We push it like the Daytona, fresh rhymes we blaze on ya\n  start_ms: 202940\n  end_ms: 205700\n- text: Strictly from California old skool public diploma\n  start_ms: 205700\n  end_ms: 207980\n- text: We spittin' from every corner, we flippin' it when we wanna\n  start_ms: 207980\n  end_ms: 210740\n- text: Beneath the concrete, be street word on ya\n  start_ms: 210740\n  end_ms: 213790\n- text: So, let's take it back to the concrete streets\n  start_ms: 213790\n  end_ms: 216530\n- text: Original beats with real live MC's\n  start_ms: 216530\n  end_ms: 219080\n- text: Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks\n  start_ms: 219080\n  end_ms: 221810\n- text: Just that classic, rappin' from Jurassic\n  start_ms: 221810\n  end_ms: 224660\n- text: Let's take it back to the concrete streets\n  start_ms: 224660\n  end_ms: 227250\n- text: Original beats with real live MC's\n  start_ms: 227250\n  end_ms: 229960\n- text: Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks\n  start_ms: 229960\n  end_ms: 232320\n- text: Just that classic, rappin' from Jurassic\n  start_ms: 232320\n  end_ms: 235450\n- text: Hangin' around, hangin' around\n  start_ms: 235450\n  end_ms: 251230\n- text: Hangin' around, hangin' around\n  start_ms: 251230\n  end_ms: 256720\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256720\nplain: |-\n  Now I'ma say this once again, open up your mind\n  Shot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes\n  The contribution to showbiz mixed with entertainment\n  Resurrected rhymes, not the same old same\n\n  Now if you like what we came with and you feel you can sang wit it\n  Peep the verbal language and the way we arranged it\n  Now entertainment to make the people applaud\n  I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours\n\n  I'm from the graduating class of one nine eight eight\n  L.A., Unified School, M A H\n  A gang banger from the streets taught me how to break\n  In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\n  Ya, I'm Chali 2na\n  The one who puff the buddha, keep the Snapple in the cooler\n  Used to go to junior high with Son Doola\n  Old skoola, a permanent, element in ya tournament\n  Tellin' it prevalent, never delicate when we burnin' it\n\n  Now from L.A. to the U.K., we attempt to rock the party\n  The rhyme and the music, you don't hear that no more hardly\n  I can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\n  J5'll bring you more than the shakin' of a body\n\n  Ay yo, a child is born but no state of mind\n  But when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\n  I went from hyper cars to powder blue All-Stars\n  To hangin' on monkey bars, catchin' 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Unified School M A H\n  A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break\n  In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?\n\n  I'm Chali 2na\n  The one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler\n  Used to go to junior high with Son Doola\n  Old skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament\n  Tellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it\n\n  Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party\n  The rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly\n  I can say it's partly, all our faults smarty\n  J5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body\n\n  Ay yo a child is born but no state of mind\n  But when I first heard it, put words to rhymes\n  I went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars\n  To hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars\n\n  (Chorus: repeat 2X)\n  So uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets\n  Original beats with real live MC's\n  Playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks\n  Just that classic, rappin from Jurassic\n\n  I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk\n  From a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk\n  But uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch\n  Cause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch\n  Your crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas\n  Bombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease\n  Brother please you know my steez is 100 degrees\n  With no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror\n\n  Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure\n  We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer\n  Mask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors\n  Be trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer\n\n  Now what you thought was old and out of date\n  We brought it back alive and changed the shape\n  We put it on wax for those who think that\n  The 5 we energize has been extinct\n\n  We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms\n  And battles in the back of the classroom\n  And in the bungalows game of death with flows\n  Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show\n\n  Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right\n  The class jester, I was flunkin every semester\n  The summer hit, had it burnin in '86\n  Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts\n\n  Within the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble\n  Akil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble\n  Uh, we never fumble, break down or stumble\n  Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble\n\n  We push it like the Daytona\n  Fresh rhymes we blaze on yas\n  Strictly from California old skool public diplomas\n  We spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna\n  Beneath the concrete be street word on ya\n"}]