[{"id":8288298,"name":"Humrush","trackName":"Humrush","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"The Best of KMD","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bert, is that you?\nAhh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf - humming!\nBert?\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me because you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHo trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n*Humming in background\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYa hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\nHum with the one Subroc\n\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nI swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\nCan no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\nAll your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\nAnd this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\nThis is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Humrush\n artist: KMD\n album: The Best of KMD\n duration_ms: 205000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Bert, is that you?\n Ahh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\n A perfect place to practice the exciting art\n Of - humming!\n Bert?\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\n Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\n And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\n This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!\n"},{"id":3082935,"name":"Humrush","trackName":"Humrush","artistName":"K.M.D.","albumName":"Best Of KMD","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dialogue excerpts from Bert and Ernie of \"Sesame Street\"]\n\n[E] Bert is that you?\n[B] Ahh an empty place oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf humming!\n[E] Bert?\n[B] Heheheheh\n\nChorus: * humming in background *\n\n[Zev] Hum along if you can't sing along hum along\n[Onyx] Hum along if you can't sing along you hum along\n[Roc] Hum along if you can't sing along hum along\n[Zev] Yeah hum along with Zev Love X\n\n[Zev Love X] * humming in background *\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my? (* humming ends *)\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the Jim-jinkle-jankle-Hammerschitt\nHis name, ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n(* Bert laughs *)\n\nChorus: * humming in background *\n\n[Onyx] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n[Roc] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n[Zev] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n[Onyx] Hum with the Birthstone Kid\n\n[Onyx] * humming in background *\nYou could have sworn I was a WHAT? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker (* Bert laughs *)\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, so plops the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele (* humming ends *)\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me becaue you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHoe trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n(* Bert laughs *)\n\nChorus: * humming in background *\n\n[Roc] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n[Zev] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n[Onyx] Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n[Roc] Hum with the one Subroc\n\n[Subroc] * humming in background *\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nHmm, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse (* Bert laughs *)\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehease, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n(* humming ends *) Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it (* Bert laughs *)\n(* humming again *) All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\nAnd this is how we kicks it, for eighty decker\nThis is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Humrush\n artist: K.M.D.\n album: Best Of KMD\n duration_ms: 205000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Dialogue excerpts from Bert and Ernie of \"Sesame Street\"]\n\n [E] Bert is that you?\n [B] Ahh an empty place oh I love it!\n A perfect place to practice the exciting art\n Of humming!\n [E] Bert?\n [B] Heheheheh\n\n Chorus: * humming in background *\n\n [Zev] Hum along if you can't sing along hum along\n [Onyx] Hum along if you can't sing along you hum along\n [Roc] Hum along if you can't sing along hum along\n [Zev] Yeah hum along with Zev Love X\n\n [Zev Love X] * humming in background *\n Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my? (* humming ends *)\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the Jim-jinkle-jankle-Hammerschitt\n His name, ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n (* Bert laughs *)\n\n Chorus: * humming in background *\n\n [Onyx] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n [Roc] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n [Zev] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n [Onyx] Hum with the Birthstone Kid\n\n [Onyx] * humming in background *\n You could have sworn I was a WHAT? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker (* Bert laughs *)\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, so plops the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele (* humming ends *)\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me becaue you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Hoe trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n (* Bert laughs *)\n\n Chorus: * humming in background *\n\n [Roc] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n [Zev] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n [Onyx] Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n [Roc] Hum with the one Subroc\n\n [Subroc] * humming in background *\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n Hmm, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse (* Bert laughs *)\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehease, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n (* humming ends *) Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it (* Bert laughs *)\n (* humming again *) All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\n And this is how we kicks it, for eighty decker\n This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!\n"},{"id":2268164,"name":"Humrush","trackName":"Humrush","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Metal Fingers Presents: Special Herbs, The Box Set Vol. 0 - 9","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bert, is that you?\nAhh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf - humming!\nBert?\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me because you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHo trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n*Humming in background\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYa hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\nHum with the one Subroc\n\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nI swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\nCan no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\nAll your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\nAnd this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\nThis is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Humrush\n artist: KMD\n album: 'Metal Fingers Presents: Special Herbs, The Box Set Vol. 0 - 9'\n duration_ms: 205000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Bert, is that you?\n Ahh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\n A perfect place to practice the exciting art\n Of - humming!\n Bert?\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\n Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\n And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\n This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!\n"},{"id":2268163,"name":"Humrush","trackName":"Humrush","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bert, is that you?\nAhh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf - humming!\nBert?\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me because you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHo trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n*Humming in background\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYa hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\nHum with the one Subroc\n\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nI swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\nCan no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\nAll your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\nAnd this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\nThis is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Humrush\n artist: KMD\n album: Mr. Hood\n duration_ms: 205000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Bert, is that you?\n Ahh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\n A perfect place to practice the exciting art\n Of - humming!\n Bert?\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\n Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\n And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\n This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!\n"},{"id":29842167,"name":"Humrush","trackName":"Humrush","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bert, is that you?\nAhh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf - humming!\nBert?\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me because you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHo trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n*Humming in background\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYa hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\nHum with the one Subroc\n\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nI swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\nCan no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\nAll your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\nAnd this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\nThis is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Humrush\n artist: KMD\n album: Mr. Hood\n duration_ms: 226000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Bert, is that you?\n Ahh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\n A perfect place to practice the exciting art\n Of - humming!\n Bert?\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\n Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! 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Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me because you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHo trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n*Humming in background\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYa hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\nHum with the one Subroc\n\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nI swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\nCan no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\nAll your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\nAnd this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\nThis is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Humrush\n artist: KMD\n album: Instrumentals (1991-1994)\n duration_ms: 201000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Bert, is that you?\n Ahh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\n A perfect place to practice the exciting art\n Of - humming!\n Bert?\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\n Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\n And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\n This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!\n"},{"id":19971167,"name":"Humrush","trackName":"Humrush","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":208.096792,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bert, is that you?\nAhh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf - humming!\nBert?\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me because you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHo trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n*Humming in background\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYa hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\nHum with the one Subroc\n\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nI swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\nCan no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\nAll your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! 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Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\n And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\n This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!\n"},{"id":11961824,"name":"Humrush","trackName":"Humrush","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Special Herbs: The Box Set, Volume 0-9","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bert, is that you?\nAhh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf - humming!\nBert?\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me because you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHo trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n*Humming in background\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYa hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\nHum with the one Subroc\n\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nI swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\nCan no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\nAll your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\nAnd this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\nThis is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Humrush\n artist: KMD\n album: 'Special Herbs: The Box Set, Volume 0-9'\n duration_ms: 204000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Bert, is that you?\n Ahh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\n A perfect place to practice the exciting art\n Of - humming!\n Bert?\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\n Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\n And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\n This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!\n"},{"id":33435732,"name":"Humrush","trackName":"Humrush","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bert, is that you?\nAhh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf - humming!\nBert?\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me because you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHo trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n*Humming in background\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYa hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\nHum with the one Subroc\n\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nI swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\nCan no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\nAll your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! 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Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! 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I see it's a joke\nTo make a mockery of the original folks\nOkay, joke's over, but still it cloaks over us\nWith no luck from no clover\nThis, irritates X, so goes into my text\nTolerates one N-word complex\nSubroc, etched the fuzz of what once was\nIn eighty-deca the joke's on Cuz\nThose on top of my head stand seven thick\nHairs that even if I wanted to I couldn't pick\nPigment, is this a defect in birth?\nOr more an example of the richness on Earth?\nLips and eyes dominant traits of our race\nDoes not take up 95 percent of one's face\nBut still I see\nIn the back two or three\nIgnorant punks pointing at me\n\nOH NO!\n\n[Chorus x4]\nWho me?\nOh...\nOH NO!\n\n[Onyx]\nWho me?\nYo, I begs your pardon\nBut have you ever seen this brother walkin' around here anywhere?\nThat must be missing person\nHave you ever saw his face on a milk carton?\n\n[Zev Love X]\nTricky tricky, must be part of the \"Gas Face\" series\nThe same one who started black cat bad luck theories\nYeah, he done it, this place, he runs it\nAnd I'm guilty, Alcatraz till four hundred\nJudge ye not the unjudged is where he slipped\nThe real guilty is filthy, he chipped Egypt\nBlew the nose right of the Sphynx, now when he inks\nUgly as when our hair kinks, we thinks\nThen zap goes the nap, now I gots good hair\nIf that's good hair then bad's a hood's hair\nComb-twisted dome, braided or faded\nThe first man played it and now we hate it?\nRobbed of our culture, true indeed I bear witness\nAnd recommend this mental fitness\nSo get this loaded toolie and point it at a ghoul, G\nThen ask him: \"Who you callin' moolie?\"\n\nOH NO!\n\nWho me?\nOh...\nOH NO!\n\nWho me?\nOh...\nOH NO!\n\nWho me?\nOh...\nOH NO!\nWho...\n\n[Zev Love X]\nAh man, damn, man.\nYo, they wanna call me a monkey, a coon, a jiggaboo a boogieman...\nYo Bert\nYo...\nBert\n[Bert ]\nUm, what is it?\n[Zev Love X]\nYo G, they wanna call me all these names\n[Bert]\nAha\nI know what we can do\n[Zev Love X]\nWhat can we do?\n[ Bert ]\nWe'll ask someone out there to find...\n(Little Sambo)\n[Zev Love X]\nWhat you be meanin', G?\n[Bert]\nOkay, pick up a crayon...\n(Who me?)\nNo, them\n[Zev Love X]\nUs?\n[Bert]\nYes\nKids pick up a crayon, look for...\n(Little Sambo)\nWhen you find him, draw a circle around him\n[Zev Love X]\nYo Bert, you gets props, G\n[Bert]\n[Laughs]\n[Zev Love X]\nYo, have dap, man\n[KMD]\nPeace\n[Zev Love X]\nYo, you got to rock that Hum shit for me later, too","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.93] \"Once upon a time there was a little boy\n[00:08.80] Who lived in the deep, dark jungles of Africa\n[00:10.62] His name was Little Sambo\"\n[00:13.33] [Zev Love X]\n[00:14.24] [Mumbling]\n[00:16.05] [Subroc]\n[00:16.92] Uh-oh, ZL's X-ercising his right to be hostile...\n[00:17.86] [Zev Love X]\n[00:18.88] They always - they always try to say that coon is me for some reason\n[00:19.76] [Subroc]\n[00:20.69] I don't understand, man\n[00:21.57] [ Zev Love X]\n[00:22.45] You don't understand?!\n[00:23.38] [Subroc]\n[00:24.24] No, I don't know\n[00:25.12] [Zev Love X]\n[00:26.02] My temper tempers up to like tenward\n[00:26.98] Switched up with thoughts that I recommend\n[00:27.87] My nest is flood but thicker is blood\n[00:28.74] Plus still some stay stud like sticks in the mud\n[00:31.46] Ibuprofen from (?) keep me from flippin' daily\n[00:33.25] Yet I constantly slip into thinkin' kinda loony\n[00:37.74] In my logo you see us?\n[00:38.60] Whoever said that coon was me?\n[00:40.56] OH NO!\n[00:41.41] [Chorus x4]\n[00:42.37] Who me?\n[00:43.23] Oh...\n[00:44.18] OH NO!\n[00:50.41] [Zev Love X]\n[00:51.34] Holy smokes! I see it's a joke\n[00:52.22] To make a mockery of the original folks\n[00:54.01] Okay, joke's over, but still it cloaks over us\n[00:56.76] With no luck from no clover\n[00:58.56] This, irritates X, so goes into my text\n[01:01.25] Tolerates one N-word complex\n[01:03.01] Subroc, etched the fuzz of what once was\n[01:05.87] In eighty-deca the joke's on Cuz\n[01:07.62] Those on top of my head stand seven thick\n[01:10.39] Hairs that even if I wanted to I couldn't pick\n[01:13.03] Pigment, is this a defect in birth?\n[01:14.82] Or more an example of the richness on Earth?\n[01:17.57] Lips and eyes dominant traits of our race\n[01:19.39] Does not take up 95 percent of one's face\n[01:22.00] But still I see\n[01:23.81] In the back two or three\n[01:24.72] Ignorant punks pointing at me\n[01:25.62] OH NO!\n[01:26.50] [Chorus x4]\n[01:27.49] Who me?\n[01:28.36] Oh...\n[01:30.86] OH NO!\n[01:32.64] [Onyx]\n[01:34.41] Who me?\n[01:36.27] Yo, I begs your pardon\n[01:37.11] But have you ever seen this brother walkin' around here anywhere?\n[01:39.82] That must be missing person\n[01:41.64] Have you ever saw his face on a milk carton?\n[01:43.44] [Zev Love X]\n[01:44.31] Tricky tricky, must be part of the \"Gas Face\" series\n[01:46.15] The same one who started black cat bad luck theories\n[01:48.88] Yeah, he done it, this place, he runs it\n[01:50.73] And I'm guilty, Alcatraz till four hundred\n[01:53.46] Judge ye not the unjudged is where he slipped\n[01:55.25] The real guilty is filthy, he chipped Egypt\n[01:57.99] Blew the nose right of the Sphynx, now when he inks\n[02:00.62] Ugly as when our hair kinks, we thinks\n[02:02.46] Then zap goes the nap, now I gots good hair\n[02:05.17] If that's good hair then bad's a hood's hair\n[02:06.95] Comb-twisted dome, braided or faded\n[02:09.66] The first man played it and now we hate it?\n[02:11.50] Robbed of our culture, true indeed I bear witness\n[02:13.37] And recommend this mental fitness\n[02:16.03] So get this loaded toolie and point it at a ghoul, G\n[02:18.70] Then ask him: \"Who you callin' moolie?\"\n[02:20.57] OH NO!\n[02:22.35] Who me?\n[02:23.22] Oh...\n[02:24.10] OH NO!\n[02:25.05] Who me?\n[02:25.91] Oh...\n[02:26.87] OH NO!\n[02:27.71] Who me?\n[02:28.66] Oh...\n[02:29.58] OH NO!\n[02:30.49] Who...\n[02:31.37] [Zev Love X]\n[02:32.20] Ah man, damn, man.\n[02:33.13] Yo, they wanna call me a monkey, a coon, a jiggaboo a boogieman...\n[02:34.91] Yo Bert\n[02:35.81] Yo...\n[02:36.78] Bert\n[02:38.61] [Bert ]\n[02:39.55] Um, what is it?\n[02:40.45] [Zev Love X]\n[02:41.35] Yo G, they wanna call me all these names\n[02:42.25] [Bert]\n[02:43.18] Aha\n[02:44.02] I know what we can do\n[02:44.92] [Zev Love X]\n[02:45.83] What can we do?\n[02:46.78] [ Bert ]\n[02:47.63] We'll ask someone out there to find...\n[02:48.50] (Little Sambo)\n[02:49.42] [Zev Love X]\n[02:50.33] What you be meanin', G?\n[02:51.28] [Bert]\n[02:52.27] Okay, pick up a crayon...\n[02:53.15] (Who me?)\n[02:53.99] No, them\n[02:55.83] [Zev Love X]\n[02:56.77] Us?\n[02:57.66] [Bert]\n[02:58.55] Yes\n[03:00.33] Kids pick up a crayon, look for...\n[03:01.25] (Little Sambo)\n[03:02.14] When you find him, draw a circle around him\n[03:03.90] [Zev Love X]\n[03:04.86] Yo Bert, you gets props, G\n[03:05.77] [Bert]\n[03:06.61] [Laughs]\n[03:07.58] [Zev Love X]\n[03:08.45] Yo, have dap, man\n[03:09.31] [KMD]\n[03:10.23] Peace\n[03:11.11] [Zev Love X]\n[03:12.07] Yo, you got to rock that Hum shit for me later, too\n[03:12.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Who Me?\n artist: KMD\n album: Who Me? 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101640\n end_ms: 103440\n- text: '[Zev Love X]'\n start_ms: 103440\n end_ms: 104310\n- text: Tricky tricky, must be part of the \"Gas Face\" series\n start_ms: 104310\n end_ms: 106150\n- text: The same one who started black cat bad luck theories\n start_ms: 106150\n end_ms: 108880\n- text: Yeah, he done it, this place, he runs it\n start_ms: 108880\n end_ms: 110730\n- text: And I'm guilty, Alcatraz till four hundred\n start_ms: 110730\n end_ms: 113460\n- text: Judge ye not the unjudged is where he slipped\n start_ms: 113460\n end_ms: 115250\n- text: The real guilty is filthy, he chipped Egypt\n start_ms: 115250\n end_ms: 117990\n- text: Blew the nose right of the Sphynx, now when he inks\n start_ms: 117990\n end_ms: 120620\n- text: Ugly as when our hair kinks, we thinks\n start_ms: 120620\n end_ms: 122460\n- text: Then zap goes the nap, now I gots good hair\n start_ms: 122460\n end_ms: 125170\n- text: If that's good hair then bad's a hood's hair\n start_ms: 125170\n end_ms: 126950\n- 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me for some reason\n\n [Subroc]\n I don't understand, man\n\n [ Zev Love X]\n You don't understand?!\n\n [Subroc]\n No, I don't know\n\n [Zev Love X]\n My temper tempers up to like tenward\n Switched up with thoughts that I recommend\n My nest is flood but thicker is blood\n Plus still some stay stud like sticks in the mud\n Ibuprofen from (?) keep me from flippin' daily\n Yet I constantly slip into thinkin' kinda loony\n In my logo you see us?\n Whoever said that coon was me?\n\n OH NO!\n\n [Chorus x4]\n Who me?\n Oh...\n OH NO!\n\n [Zev Love X]\n Holy smokes! I see it's a joke\n To make a mockery of the original folks\n Okay, joke's over, but still it cloaks over us\n With no luck from no clover\n This, irritates X, so goes into my text\n Tolerates one N-word complex\n Subroc, etched the fuzz of what once was\n In eighty-deca the joke's on Cuz\n Those on top of my head stand seven thick\n Hairs that even if I wanted to I couldn't pick\n Pigment, is this a defect in birth?\n Or more an example of the richness on Earth?\n Lips and eyes dominant traits of our race\n Does not take up 95 percent of one's face\n But still I see\n In the back two or three\n Ignorant punks pointing at me\n\n OH NO!\n\n [Chorus x4]\n Who me?\n Oh...\n OH NO!\n\n [Onyx]\n Who me?\n Yo, I begs your pardon\n But have you ever seen this brother walkin' around here anywhere?\n That must be missing person\n Have you ever saw his face on a milk carton?\n\n [Zev Love X]\n Tricky tricky, must be part of the \"Gas Face\" series\n The same one who started black cat bad luck theories\n Yeah, he done it, this place, he runs it\n And I'm guilty, Alcatraz till four hundred\n Judge ye not the unjudged is where he slipped\n The real guilty is filthy, he chipped Egypt\n Blew the nose right of the Sphynx, now when he inks\n Ugly as when our hair kinks, we thinks\n Then zap goes the nap, now I gots good hair\n If that's good hair then bad's a hood's hair\n Comb-twisted dome, braided or faded\n The first man played it and now we hate it?\n Robbed of our culture, true indeed I bear witness\n And recommend this mental fitness\n So get this loaded toolie and point it at a ghoul, G\n Then ask him: \"Who you callin' moolie?\"\n\n OH NO!\n\n Who me?\n Oh...\n OH NO!\n\n Who me?\n Oh...\n OH NO!\n\n Who me?\n Oh...\n OH NO!\n Who...\n\n [Zev Love X]\n Ah man, damn, man.\n Yo, they wanna call me a monkey, a coon, a jiggaboo a boogieman...\n Yo Bert\n Yo...\n Bert\n [Bert ]\n Um, what is it?\n [Zev Love X]\n Yo G, they wanna call me all these names\n [Bert]\n Aha\n I know what we can do\n [Zev Love X]\n What can we do?\n [ Bert ]\n We'll ask someone out there to find...\n (Little Sambo)\n [Zev Love X]\n What you be meanin', G?\n [Bert]\n Okay, pick up a crayon...\n (Who me?)\n No, them\n [Zev Love X]\n Us?\n [Bert]\n Yes\n Kids pick up a crayon, look for...\n (Little Sambo)\n When you find him, draw a circle around him\n [Zev Love X]\n Yo Bert, you gets props, G\n [Bert]\n [Laughs]\n [Zev Love X]\n Yo, have dap, man\n [KMD]\n Peace\n [Zev Love X]\n Yo, you got to rock that Hum shit for me later, too\n"},{"id":29465231,"name":"Who Me? 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I see it's a joke\nTo make a mockery of the original folks\nOkay, joke's over, but still it cloaks over us\nWith no luck from no clover\nThis, irritates X, so goes into my text\nTolerates one N-word complex\nSubroc, etched the fuzz of what once was\nIn eighty-deca the joke's on Cuz\nThose on top of my head stand seven thick\nHairs that even if I wanted to I couldn't pick\nPigment, is this a defect in birth?\nOr more an example of the richness on Earth?\nLips and eyes dominant traits of our race\nDoes not take up 95 percent of one's face\nBut still I see\nIn the back two or three\nIgnorant punks pointing at me\n\nOH NO!\n\n[Chorus x4]\nWho me?\nOh...\nOH NO!\n\n[Onyx]\nWho me?\nYo, I begs your pardon\nBut have you ever seen this brother walkin' around here anywhere?\nThat must be missing person\nHave you ever saw his face on a milk carton?\n\n[Zev Love X]\nTricky tricky, must be part of the \"Gas Face\" series\nThe same one who started black cat bad luck theories\nYeah, he done it, this place, he runs it\nAnd I'm guilty, Alcatraz till four hundred\nJudge ye not the unjudged is where he slipped\nThe real guilty is filthy, he chipped Egypt\nBlew the nose right of the Sphynx, now when he inks\nUgly as when our hair kinks, we thinks\nThen zap goes the nap, now I gots good hair\nIf that's good hair then bad's a hood's hair\nComb-twisted dome, braided or faded\nThe first man played it and now we hate it?\nRobbed of our culture, true indeed I bear witness\nAnd recommend this mental fitness\nSo get this loaded toolie and point it at a ghoul, G\nThen ask him: \"Who you callin' moolie?\"\n\nOH NO!\n\nWho me?\nOh...\nOH NO!\n\nWho me?\nOh...\nOH NO!\n\nWho me?\nOh...\nOH NO!\nWho...\n\n[Zev Love X]\nAh man, damn, man.\nYo, they wanna call me a monkey, a coon, a jiggaboo a boogieman...\nYo Bert\nYo...\nBert\n[Bert ]\nUm, what is it?\n[Zev Love X]\nYo G, they wanna call me all these names\n[Bert]\nAha\nI know what we can do\n[Zev Love X]\nWhat can we do?\n[ Bert ]\nWe'll ask someone out there to find...\n(Little Sambo)\n[Zev Love X]\nWhat you be meanin', G?\n[Bert]\nOkay, pick up a crayon...\n(Who me?)\nNo, them\n[Zev Love X]\nUs?\n[Bert]\nYes\nKids pick up a crayon, look for...\n(Little Sambo)\nWhen you find him, draw a circle around him\n[Zev Love X]\nYo Bert, you gets props, G\n[Bert]\n[laughs]\n[Zev Love X]\nYo, have dap, man\n[KMD]\nPeace\n[Zev Love X]\nYo, you got to rock that Hum shit for me later, too","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Who Me? (Instrumental)\n artist: KMD\n album: Who Me? / Humrush\n duration_ms: 212000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Once upon a time there was a little boy\n Who lived in the deep, dark jungles of Africa\n His name was Little Sambo\"\n\n [Zev Love X]\n [mumbling]\n\n [Subroc]\n Uh-oh, ZL's X-ercising his right to be hostile...\n\n [Zev Love X]\n They always - they always try to say that coon is me for some reason\n\n [Subroc]\n I don't understand, man\n\n [ Zev Love X]\n You don't understand?!\n\n [Subroc]\n No, I don't know\n\n [Zev Love X]\n My temper tempers up to like tenward\n Switched up with thoughts that I recommend\n My nest is flood but thicker is blood\n Plus still some stay stud like sticks in the mud\n Ibuprofen from (?) keep me from flippin' daily\n Yet I constantly slip into thinkin' kinda loony\n In my logo you see us?\n Whoever said that coon was me?\n\n OH NO!\n\n [Chorus x4]\n Who me?\n Oh...\n OH NO!\n\n [Zev Love X]\n Holy smokes! I see it's a joke\n To make a mockery of the original folks\n Okay, joke's over, but still it cloaks over us\n With no luck from no clover\n This, irritates X, so goes into my text\n Tolerates one N-word complex\n Subroc, etched the fuzz of what once was\n In eighty-deca the joke's on Cuz\n Those on top of my head stand seven thick\n Hairs that even if I wanted to I couldn't pick\n Pigment, is this a defect in birth?\n Or more an example of the richness on Earth?\n Lips and eyes dominant traits of our race\n Does not take up 95 percent of one's face\n But still I see\n In the back two or three\n Ignorant punks pointing at me\n\n OH NO!\n\n [Chorus x4]\n Who me?\n Oh...\n OH NO!\n\n [Onyx]\n Who me?\n Yo, I begs your pardon\n But have you ever seen this brother walkin' around here anywhere?\n That must be missing person\n Have you ever saw his face on a milk carton?\n\n [Zev Love X]\n Tricky tricky, must be part of the \"Gas Face\" series\n The same one who started black cat bad luck theories\n Yeah, he done it, this place, he runs it\n And I'm guilty, Alcatraz till four hundred\n Judge ye not the unjudged is where he slipped\n The real guilty is filthy, he chipped Egypt\n Blew the nose right of the Sphynx, now when he inks\n Ugly as when our hair kinks, we thinks\n Then zap goes the nap, now I gots good hair\n If that's good hair then bad's a hood's hair\n Comb-twisted dome, braided or faded\n The first man played it and now we hate it?\n Robbed of our culture, true indeed I bear witness\n And recommend this mental fitness\n So get this loaded toolie and point it at a ghoul, G\n Then ask him: \"Who you callin' moolie?\"\n\n OH NO!\n\n Who me?\n Oh...\n OH NO!\n\n Who me?\n Oh...\n OH NO!\n\n Who me?\n Oh...\n OH NO!\n Who...\n\n [Zev Love X]\n Ah man, damn, man.\n Yo, they wanna call me a monkey, a coon, a jiggaboo a boogieman...\n Yo Bert\n Yo...\n Bert\n [Bert ]\n Um, what is it?\n [Zev Love X]\n Yo G, they wanna call me all these names\n [Bert]\n Aha\n I know what we can do\n [Zev Love X]\n What can we do?\n [ Bert ]\n We'll ask someone out there to find...\n (Little Sambo)\n [Zev Love X]\n What you be meanin', G?\n [Bert]\n Okay, pick up a crayon...\n (Who me?)\n No, them\n [Zev Love X]\n Us?\n [Bert]\n Yes\n Kids pick up a crayon, look for...\n (Little Sambo)\n When you find him, draw a circle around him\n [Zev Love X]\n Yo Bert, you gets props, G\n [Bert]\n [laughs]\n [Zev Love X]\n Yo, have dap, man\n [KMD]\n Peace\n [Zev Love X]\n Yo, you got to rock that Hum shit for me later, too\n"},{"id":30619884,"name":"Humrush","trackName":"Humrush","artistName":"K.M.D.","albumName":"The Best of KMD","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dialogue excerpts from Bert and Ernie of \"Sesame Street\"]\n\n[E] Bert is that you?\n[B] Ahh an empty place oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf humming!\n[E] Bert?\n[B] Heheheheh\n\nChorus: * humming in background *\n\n[Zev] Hum along if you can't sing along hum along\n[Onyx] Hum along if you can't sing along you hum along\n[Roc] Hum along if you can't sing along hum along\n[Zev] Yeah hum along with Zev Love X\n\n[Zev Love X] * humming in background *\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my? (* humming ends *)\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the Jim-jinkle-jankle-Hammerschitt\nHis name, ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n(* Bert laughs *)\n\nChorus: * humming in background *\n\n[Onyx] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n[Roc] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n[Zev] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n[Onyx] Hum with the Birthstone Kid\n\n[Onyx] * humming in background *\nYou could have sworn I was a WHAT? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker (* Bert laughs *)\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, so plops the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele (* humming ends *)\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me becaue you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHoe trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n(* Bert laughs *)\n\nChorus: * humming in background *\n\n[Roc] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n[Zev] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n[Onyx] Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n[Roc] Hum with the one Subroc\n\n[Subroc] * humming in background *\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nHmm, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse (* Bert laughs *)\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehease, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n(* humming ends *) Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it (* Bert laughs *)\n(* humming again *) All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! 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Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my? (* humming ends *)\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the Jim-jinkle-jankle-Hammerschitt\n His name, ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n (* Bert laughs *)\n\n Chorus: * humming in background *\n\n [Onyx] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n [Roc] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n [Zev] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n [Onyx] Hum with the Birthstone Kid\n\n [Onyx] * humming in background *\n You could have sworn I was a WHAT? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker (* Bert laughs *)\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, so plops the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele (* humming ends *)\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me becaue you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Hoe trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n (* Bert laughs *)\n\n Chorus: * humming in background *\n\n [Roc] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n [Zev] Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n [Onyx] Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n [Roc] Hum with the one Subroc\n\n [Subroc] * humming in background *\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n Hmm, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse (* Bert laughs *)\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. 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Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? 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Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? 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Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? 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Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? 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Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\n And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\n This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!\n"},{"id":25251170,"name":"Humrush (instrumental)","trackName":"Humrush (instrumental)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Special Herbs: The Box Set, Vol. 0-9 [Disc 3]","duration":203.6399999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bert, is that you?\nAhh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf - humming!\nBert?\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me because you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHo trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n*Humming in background\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYa hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\nHum with the one Subroc\n\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nI swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\nCan no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\nAll your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! 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Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\n And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\n This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!\n"},{"id":24527592,"name":"Humrush (Instrumental)","trackName":"Humrush (Instrumental)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Special Herbs: The Box Set, Volume 0-9","duration":203.6399999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bert, is that you?\nAhh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf - humming!\nBert?\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me because you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHo trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n*Humming in background\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYa hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\nHum with the one Subroc\n\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nI swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\nCan no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\nAll your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! 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Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\n And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\n This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!\n"},{"id":33977842,"name":"Humrush (instrumental)","trackName":"Humrush (instrumental)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Instrumentals 1991-94","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bert, is that you?\nAhh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf - humming!\nBert?\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me because you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHo trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n*Humming in background\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYa hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\nHum with the one Subroc\n\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nI swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\nCan no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\nAll your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\nAnd this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\nThis is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Humrush (instrumental)\n artist: KMD\n album: Instrumentals 1991-94\n duration_ms: 205000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Bert, is that you?\n Ahh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\n A perfect place to practice the exciting art\n Of - humming!\n Bert?\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\n Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\n And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\n This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!\n"},{"id":28877686,"name":"Humrush (instrumental)","trackName":"Humrush (instrumental)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Metal Fingers Presents: Special Herbs, The Box Set Vol. 0 - 9","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bert, is that you?\nAhh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\nA perfect place to practice the exciting art\nOf - humming!\nBert?\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\nHmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\nComing and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\nAnd feathers of the same, so we flock much\nPlus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\nMic, to touch like an entire stadium\nWith my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\nBeats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\nTo those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\nBugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\nFrugal won't endure, as the talents was born\nMinus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\nHis name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\nI's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\nZ.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\nNo no no, shake your hip, or your rump\nForget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n*Humming in background*\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum with The Birthstone Kid\n\nYou could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\nI gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\nSwingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\nCuter than Booker, a real good looker\nYeah, a brown man is gettin down and\nTo this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\nI'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\nTil comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\nScorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\nSo trust in me because you, trust in God\nThe Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\nCause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\nI'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\nHo trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\nAnyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\nThis I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n*Humming in background\n\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nHum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\nYa hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\nHum with the one Subroc\n\nHurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\nSo bring it back and forth, just to swing it\nI swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\nSo I choose to rock slow to amuse\nTo the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\nTo the car new age, to rip raw\nNeed no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\nSelf Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\nCan no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\nI toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\nGive a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\nPause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\nAll your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\nI wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\nBow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\nAnd this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\nThis is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Humrush (instrumental)\n artist: KMD\n album: 'Metal Fingers Presents: Special Herbs, The Box Set Vol. 0 - 9'\n duration_ms: 203000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Bert, is that you?\n Ahh, an empty place -- oh I love it!\n A perfect place to practice the exciting art\n Of - humming!\n Bert?\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X\n\n Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing\n Coming and drumming there's hummingbirds with wings\n And feathers of the same, so we flock much\n Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this\n Mic, to touch like an entire stadium\n With my boys to aid me so we'll play, if you pay me some\n Beats sound fickle rented Jeep sounds sickenin\n To those with no soul, as I roll with my bickerin'\n Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn\n Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born\n Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt\n His name ain't my name, cause X ain't permittin shit\n I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip\n Z.L. be rippin, out we'll rip\n No no no, shake your hip, or your rump\n Forget about what I'm sayin, pump your fist to the drum and\n\n *Humming in background*\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum with The Birthstone Kid\n\n You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger\n I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger\n Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker\n Cuter than Booker, a real good looker\n Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and\n To this funky sound and you'll check it out, Subroc's the sound man\n I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo\n Til comes, my payday, if rap was soccer I'd be Pele\n Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard\n So trust in me because you, trust in God\n The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man\n Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand\n I'm not your average everyday cotton-pickin or bailin hay\n Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken\n Anyway, just hum along, as the drummer drums along\n This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to\n\n *Humming in background\n\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along\n Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along\n Hum with the one Subroc\n\n Hurry hurry hurry step right up and I'll sing it\n So bring it back and forth, just to swing it\n I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth\n So I choose to rock slow to amuse\n To the apex, I strides from L.I. Strong\n To the car new age, to rip raw\n Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore\n Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more\n Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess\n I toss or throw it up and when it drop I'm forced to blow it up\n Give a little, take a little, grunt, or fake a little\n Pause you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin it\n All your hopes cease, so listen closely HUSH\n I wrote boastin note, you can't stop the humrush\n\n Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus\n And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca\n This is for the Gods, the Gods, you don't stop, heh!\n"}]