[{"id":18303755,"name":"Nitty Gritty","trackName":"Nitty Gritty","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"The Best of KMD","duration":336.866667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty\n artist: KMD\n album: The Best of KMD\n duration_ms: 336867\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":25237741,"name":"Nitty Gritty","trackName":"Nitty Gritty","artistName":"KMD feat. Brand Nubian","albumName":"The Best of KMD","duration":336.866667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty\n artist: KMD feat. Brand Nubian\n album: The Best of KMD\n duration_ms: 336867\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":20245339,"name":"nitty gritty (featuring brand","trackName":"nitty gritty (featuring brand","artistName":"kmd","albumName":"the best of kmd","duration":336.927347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: nitty gritty (featuring brand\n artist: kmd\n album: the best of kmd\n duration_ms: 336927\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":24609696,"name":"Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)","trackName":"Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"The Best of KMD","duration":336.866667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)\n artist: KMD\n album: The Best of KMD\n duration_ms: 336867\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":5589774,"name":"Nitty Gritty","trackName":"Nitty Gritty","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":337.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n(Zev Love X)\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, 'cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n(Grand Puba Maxwell)\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, 'cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties...\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n(Onyx the Birthstone Kid)\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, god\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nHe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this...\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n'Cause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n\nKnow'm sayin, that's the knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nBlack man gotta move on...\n\n(Subroc)\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped\nBack to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a clue, or get the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI AM that I AM good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n(Sadat X)\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this:\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a (?) strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man 'cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n(? He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city {?) suspension?), and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\n(Everyone)\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build...\nWe gotta raise up the dead...\nWord is bond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed...\n'Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty...","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.23]Ayo peace God, Shaquan Allah\n[00:02.12]Ayo peace it's J-Quence the Boogieman\n[00:04.03]Yo peace God, D-Black\n[00:05.71]Peace to the Gods, Tony D from the Now Rule Mob\n[00:08.34]Ayo ain't that them the Gods, KMD and Matter of Fact?\n[00:11.08]Yeah KMD, and what are them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n[00:13.40]Yo I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n[00:16.28]The Mob percent and the Ants are together, that is something totally\n[00:19.48]True indeed God, true indeed\n[00:21.15]You know what I'm saying?\n[00:24.04]Check it out\n[00:26.79]Born again and soul bent, friends\n[00:28.84]KMD and Brand Nubian friends\n[00:31.31]X tends to grip palm and cousin calm\n[00:33.29]And his knowledge of self to commence to bomb it\n[00:35.46]As alarming as a beep from your beeper\n[00:37.32]What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sunday sleeper\n[00:39.92]You don't wanna get woke by the wolf, does ya?\n[00:42.34]Good guessin', switch the picture up\n[00:43.88]Another session from the infamous God Squad\n[00:46.04]See these all peas in the same pod God\n[00:48.38]Odd and upright, gettin' down right, nitwit\n[00:50.34]Broad held up tight, 'cause I sit with nitwit\n[00:52.54]Witnesses knockin' at my door preachin'\n[00:53.99]The law to change your life around\n[00:55.29]I figure I just saw Jamal the other day uptown\n[00:57.45]Give him a pound, Mr. Puzzle relax\n[00:59.34]The nitwits guzzle '85 proof, ask Max\n[01:01.41]God cypher divine as I build on a incline\n[01:03.93]Quick to help another 'cause I know I'ma get mine\n[01:05.76]Build powers think they hard but they killin' they own kind\n[01:08.15]The fallacy, no, Divine Evil got 'em in his mind\n[01:10.45]Now you caught a case, you're in the mountains of a life\n[01:12.20]And no skins from your girl, just a he cypher monkey cypher\n[01:15.06]Or you can use the next plan\n[01:16.60]Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n[01:18.90]I know you know who got you livin' like this black man\n[01:21.16]So honey, honey, honey with the real big ass\n[01:23.58]\"Get right down to the real nitty gritty now\"\n[01:27.97]Put some clothes on that behind\n[01:29.72]And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n[01:32.12]You wanna live lustful but don't want 'em to lust\n[01:34.17]When it's crazier than a bag of dust\n[01:36.56]So we be, we be, we be, it's quick to deceive me\n[01:38.64]So I had to tell we be, we be, we be\n[01:40.36]Haha, yeah I hear ya Hodgy, but yo\n[01:42.31]I got somethin' for those who be frontin' out there God\n[01:43.96]Kick that\n[01:44.48]Now ain't that the pits? Another brother's bones are bits\n[01:47.46]And when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n[01:49.75]We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n[01:51.63]Pickin' out on a big pig, spoon to the grits\n[01:53.94]Talkin' '85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n[01:56.30]But some front while I strive\n[01:58.08]See I strive, I gotta keep God steppin' in harmony\n[02:00.64]Brothers tried bombin' me, the devil's tried timin' me up\n[02:02.99]But now cypher way, I gots knowledge of self\n[02:05.13]I been had it, now it's a bad habit to help\n[02:07.38]See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n[02:09.21]I fill with, my zig zag zig\n[02:11.17]I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n[02:13.85]The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n[02:16.06]So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n[02:17.82]But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n[02:46.55]Know what I'm sayin'? Ayo true indeed\n[03:00.43]God's knowledge of self and do for self\n[03:10.42]That's the foul way, know what I'm sayin'?\n[03:12.04]Black man gotta move on\n[03:13.10]Ayo Subroc\n[03:14.20]What up? I gotta move on\n[03:15.71]You know what I'm sayin'? It's all on the path, on my listeners\n[03:18.32]Hit 'em, hit 'em, T-go, kick that\n[03:20.53]I see something so dense\n[03:21.99]Man from head to toe, they're full of lead\n[03:23.38]I felt to break, nah, I build a fort instead\n[03:25.57]So I talk, chilled before flipped\n[03:27.45]'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was tripped\n[03:29.90]I dipped back to the roots, I am that I am a king\n[03:32.53]Cream in the coffee, no thanks play thing\n[03:34.14]You're simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be black\n[03:36.56]State of mind ain't like mine, I got soul that you lack\n[03:38.89]Each should teach in every town, relay that\n[03:41.08]The God Squad is like homemade, a clown, we don't play that\n[03:43.20]Cool, chick-a-boom, Uncle Tom's in the mix\n[03:45.39]Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, eighty-two and six\n[03:47.76]All Gods and children of the most high\n[03:49.64]Get God, still fry in the sun and don't deny\n[03:51.79]I got a third eye sight vibe that don't lie\n[03:53.99]I end the line, goodnight, Divine Evil's the bullseye\n[03:57.03]Right between the eyes, yeah\n[03:57.90]So y'all know who's the target, right?\n[03:59.16]Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n[04:02.09]Word up, word up, spit\n[04:02.67]This is a modern type of style, look at what I did\n[04:05.19]A devil still can't build a pyramid\n[04:07.04]I dug a tunnel to Asia where we speaks with a laser\n[04:09.30]Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n[04:11.11]The God in God's clothin' and the devil's loathin'\n[04:14.19]Got enemies but I really don't give a damn\n[04:16.31]Smack the man 'cause he tried to serve a fainter hand\n[04:18.22]The sky's in a patty, my uncle Trump is Dreddy Dread\n[04:20.70]He got a devious dread, used to be a foot fed\n[04:22.73]City jammed his mission and I forgot the mission\n[04:24.76]But I'm the Word Up, yes enough is enough\n[04:27.00]Zig zag zig, watch the black man get big\n[04:29.12]And burst, the black man is first\n[04:30.72]I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n[04:33.25]With KMD I can raise up my levels, bust it\n[04:35.72]Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[04:36.86]Just tryin' to bend, just tryin' to bend\n[04:38.10]Gotta raise up and bend\n[04:39.79]Join me on this Brooklyn, you feel me?\n[04:42.65]Word is bond, we gotta reach them\n[04:44.48]Let 'em see the light\n[04:45.49]True indeed, black man\n[04:47.15]'Cause each one must teach one\n[04:48.94]That's how we reach one\n[04:50.04]God Squad, gettin' down to the nitty gritty\n[04:56.84]Get right down to the real nitty gritty\n[05:06.44]Get right down to the real nitty gritty\n[05:11.08]Get right down to the real nitty gritty\n[05:13.04]Get right down to the real nitty gritty\n[05:17.81]Nitty gritty now, one, two\n[05:22.27]Nitty gritty now, one, two\n[05:22.62]Nitty gritty now\n[05:23.82]It's the nitty gritty, it's the nitty gritty\n[05:26.04]It's the nitty gritty, it's the nitty gritty\n[05:28.26]It's the nitty gritty, it's the nitty gritty\n[05:30.47]It's the nitty gritty, more like trial and error\n[05:32.69]It's the trial and error, more like trial and error","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty\n artist: KMD\n album: Mr. Hood\n duration_ms: 337000\n instrumental: false\n language: en\nlines:\n- text: Ayo peace God, Shaquan Allah\n start_ms: 230\n end_ms: 2050\n words:\n - 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Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n (Zev Love X)\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, 'cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n (Grand Puba Maxwell)\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, 'cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties...\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n (Onyx the Birthstone Kid)\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, god\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n He gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n (Lord Jamar)\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this...\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n 'Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n\n Know'm sayin, that's the knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n Black man gotta move on...\n\n (Subroc)\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n 'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped\n Back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a clue, or get the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I AM that I AM good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n (Sadat X)\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this:\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a (?) strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man 'cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n (? He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city {?) suspension?), and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n (Everyone)\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build...\n We gotta raise up the dead...\n Word is bond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed...\n 'Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty...\n"},{"id":30094800,"name":"Nitty Gritty","trackName":"Nitty Gritty","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":334.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n(Zev Love X)\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, 'cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n(Grand Puba Maxwell)\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, 'cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties...\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n(Onyx the Birthstone Kid)\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, god\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nHe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this...\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n'Cause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n\nKnow'm sayin, that's the knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nBlack man gotta move on...\n\n(Subroc)\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped\nBack to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a clue, or get the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI AM that I AM good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n(Sadat X)\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this:\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a (?) strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man 'cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n(? He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city {?) suspension?), and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\n(Everyone)\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build...\nWe gotta raise up the dead...\nWord is bond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed...\n'Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty\n artist: KMD\n album: Mr. Hood\n duration_ms: 334000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n (Zev Love X)\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, 'cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n (Grand Puba Maxwell)\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, 'cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties...\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n (Onyx the Birthstone Kid)\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, god\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n He gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n (Lord Jamar)\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this...\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n 'Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n\n Know'm sayin, that's the knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n Black man gotta move on...\n\n (Subroc)\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n 'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped\n Back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a clue, or get the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I AM that I AM good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n (Sadat X)\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this:\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a (?) strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man 'cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n (? He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city {?) suspension?), and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n (Everyone)\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build...\n We gotta raise up the dead...\n Word is bond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed...\n 'Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty...\n"},{"id":26519830,"name":"Nitty Gritty","trackName":"Nitty Gritty","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":251.904125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n(Zev Love X)\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, 'cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n(Grand Puba Maxwell)\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, 'cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties...\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n(Onyx the Birthstone Kid)\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, god\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nHe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this...\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n'Cause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n\nKnow'm sayin, that's the knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nBlack man gotta move on...\n\n(Subroc)\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped\nBack to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a clue, or get the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI AM that I AM good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n(Sadat X)\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this:\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a (?) strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man 'cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n(? He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city {?) suspension?), and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\n(Everyone)\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build...\nWe gotta raise up the dead...\nWord is bond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed...\n'Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty\n artist: KMD\n album: Mr. Hood\n duration_ms: 251904\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n (Zev Love X)\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, 'cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n (Grand Puba Maxwell)\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, 'cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties...\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n (Onyx the Birthstone Kid)\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, god\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n He gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n (Lord Jamar)\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this...\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n 'Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n\n Know'm sayin, that's the knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n Black man gotta move on...\n\n (Subroc)\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n 'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped\n Back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a clue, or get the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I AM that I AM good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n (Sadat X)\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this:\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a (?) strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man 'cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n (? He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city {?) suspension?), and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n (Everyone)\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build...\n We gotta raise up the dead...\n Word is bond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed...\n 'Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty...\n"},{"id":5589773,"name":"Nitty Gritty","trackName":"Nitty Gritty","artistName":"K.M.D.","albumName":"The Best of KMD","duration":337.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n(Zev Love X)\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, 'cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n(Grand Puba Maxwell)\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, 'cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties...\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n(Onyx the Birthstone Kid)\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, god\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nHe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\n(Lord Jamar)\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this...\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n'Cause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n\nKnow'm sayin, that's the knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nBlack man gotta move on...\n\n(Subroc)\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped\nBack to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a clue, or get the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI AM that I AM good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n(Sadat X)\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this:\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a (?) strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man 'cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n(? He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city {?) suspension?), and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\n(Everyone)\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build...\nWe gotta raise up the dead...\nWord is bond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed...\n'Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty\n artist: K.M.D.\n album: The Best of KMD\n duration_ms: 337000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n (Zev Love X)\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, 'cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n (Grand Puba Maxwell)\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, 'cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties...\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n (Onyx the Birthstone Kid)\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, god\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n He gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n (Lord Jamar)\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this...\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n 'Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n\n Know'm sayin, that's the knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n Black man gotta move on...\n\n (Subroc)\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n 'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was stripped\n Back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a clue, or get the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I AM that I AM good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n (Sadat X)\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this:\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a (?) strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man 'cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n (? He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city {?) suspension?), and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n (Everyone)\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build...\n We gotta raise up the dead...\n Word is bond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed...\n 'Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty...\n"},{"id":30440801,"name":"Nitty Gritty","trackName":"Nitty Gritty","artistName":"KMD feat. Brand Nubian","albumName":"Best of MF Doom","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty\n artist: KMD feat. Brand Nubian\n album: Best of MF Doom\n duration_ms: 168000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":30769636,"name":"Nitty Gritty","trackName":"Nitty Gritty","artistName":"KMD feat. Brand Nubian","albumName":"Best Of M.F. DOOM","duration":150.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty\n artist: KMD feat. Brand Nubian\n album: Best Of M.F. DOOM\n duration_ms: 150000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":25238535,"name":"Nitty Gritty","trackName":"Nitty Gritty","artistName":"KMD feat. Brand Nubian","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":336.8,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty\n artist: KMD feat. Brand Nubian\n album: Mr. Hood\n duration_ms: 336800\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":30558159,"name":"Nitty Gritty (Feat Brand Nubia","trackName":"Nitty Gritty (Feat Brand Nubia","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Mr Hood","duration":337.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty (Feat Brand Nubia\n artist: KMD\n album: Mr Hood\n duration_ms: 337000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":33061278,"name":"Nitty Gritty (Featuring Brand Nubian)","trackName":"Nitty Gritty (Featuring Brand Nubian)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty (Featuring Brand Nubian)\n artist: KMD\n album: Mr. Hood\n duration_ms: 286000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":18224499,"name":"Nitty Gritty (Featuring Brand Nubian)","trackName":"Nitty Gritty (Featuring Brand Nubian)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":336.8,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty (Featuring Brand Nubian)\n artist: KMD\n album: Mr. Hood\n duration_ms: 336800\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":17439575,"name":"Nitty Gritty (ft. Brand Nubian)","trackName":"Nitty Gritty (ft. Brand Nubian)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":335.856327,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty (ft. Brand Nubian)\n artist: KMD\n album: Mr. Hood\n duration_ms: 335856\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":18392996,"name":"Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)","trackName":"Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)","artistName":"Kmd","albumName":"Mr Hood","duration":335.856327,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)\n artist: Kmd\n album: Mr Hood\n duration_ms: 335856\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":18606373,"name":"nitty gritty (feat. brand nubi","trackName":"nitty gritty (feat. brand nubi","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":335.595102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: nitty gritty (feat. brand nubi\n artist: KMD\n album: Mr. Hood\n duration_ms: 335595\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":34376760,"name":"Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)","trackName":"Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)","artistName":"KMD","albumName":"The Best of MF DOOM","duration":150.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)\n artist: KMD\n album: The Best of MF DOOM\n duration_ms: 150000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"},{"id":32735021,"name":"Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)","trackName":"Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)","artistName":"KMD, Brand Nubian","albumName":"Mr. Hood","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo peace God, Shaquan Allah\nAyo peace it's J-Quence the Boogieman\n\nYo peace God, D-Black\nPeace to the Gods, Tony D from the Now Rule Mob\n\nAyo ain't that them the Gods, KMD and Matter of Fact?\nYeah KMD, and what are them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Mob percent and the Ants are together, that is something totally\nTrue indeed God, true indeed\nYou know what I'm saying?\nCheck it out\n\nBorn again and soul bent, friends\nKMD and Brand Nubian friends\n\nX tends to grip palm and cousin calm\nAnd his knowledge of self to commence to bomb it\nAs alarming as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sunday sleeper\nYou don't wanna get woke by the wolf, does ya?\n\nGood guessin', switch the picture up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee these all peas in the same pod God\n\nOdd and upright, gettin' down right, nitwit\nBroad held up tight, 'cause I sit with nitwit\nWitnesses knockin' at my door preachin'\nThe law to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamal the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, Mr. Puzzle relax\nThe nitwits guzzle '85 proof, ask Max\n\nGod cypher divine as I build on a incline\nQuick to help another 'cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild powers think they hard but they killin' they own kind\nThe fallacy, no, Divine Evil got 'em in his mind\nNow you caught a case, you're in the mountains of a life\nAnd no skins from your girl, just a he cypher monkey cypher\nOr you can use the next plan\n\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this black man\nSo honey, honey, honey with the real big ass\n\"Get right down to the real nitty gritty now\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna live lustful but don't want 'em to lust\nWhen it's crazier than a bag of dust\n\nSo we be, we be, we be, it's quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell we be, we be, we be\n\nHaha, yeah I hear ya Hodgy, but yo\nI got somethin' for those who be frontin' out there God\nKick that\n\nNow ain't that the pits? Another brother's bones are bits\nAnd when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPickin' out on a big pig, spoon to the grits\n\nTalkin' '85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some front while I strive\n\nSee I strive, I gotta keep God steppin' in harmony\nBrothers tried bombin' me, the devil's tried timin' me up\nBut now cypher way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, now it's a bad habit to help\n\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with, my zig zag zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n\nKnow what I'm sayin'? Ayo true indeed\nGod's knowledge of self and do for self\nThat's the foul way, know what I'm sayin'?\nBlack man gotta move on\nAyo Subroc\nWhat up? I gotta move on\nYou know what I'm sayin'? It's all on the path, on my listeners\nHit 'em, hit 'em, T-go, kick that\n\nI see something so dense\n\nMan from head to toe, they're full of lead\nI felt to break, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talk, chilled before flipped\n'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was tripped\nI dipped back to the roots, I am that I am a king\n\nCream in the coffee, no thanks play thing\nYou're simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be black\nState of mind ain't like mine, I got soul that you lack\n\nEach should teach in every town, relay that\nThe God Squad is like homemade, a clown, we don't play that\nCool, chick-a-boom, Uncle Tom's in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, eighty-two and six\nAll Gods and children of the most high\nGet God, still fry in the sun and don't deny\nI got a third eye sight vibe that don't lie\nI end the line, goodnight, Divine Evil's the bullseye\n\nRight between the eyes, yeah\nSo y'all know who's the target, right?\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nWord up, word up, spit\n\nThis is a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a tunnel to Asia where we speaks with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nThe God in God's clothin' and the devil's loathin'\nGot enemies but I really don't give a damn\n\nSmack the man 'cause he tried to serve a fainter hand\nThe sky's in a patty, my uncle Trump is Dreddy Dread\nHe got a devious dread, used to be a foot fed\nCity jammed his mission and I forgot the mission\nBut I'm the Word Up, yes enough is enough\n\nZig zag zig, watch the black man get big\nAnd burst, the black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n\nWith KMD I can raise up my levels, bust it\n\nYeah, you know what I'm sayin'?\nJust tryin' to bend, just tryin' to bend\nGotta raise up and bend\n\nJoin me on this Brooklyn, you feel me?\nWord is bond, we gotta reach them\nLet 'em see the light\nTrue indeed, black man\n'Cause each one must teach one\nThat's how we reach one\nGod Squad, gettin' down to the nitty gritty\nGet right down to the real nitty gritty\nGet right down to the real nitty gritty\nGet right down to the real nitty gritty\n\nGet right down to the real nitty gritty\nNitty gritty now, one, two\n\nNitty gritty now, one, two\nNitty gritty now\nIt's the nitty gritty, it's the nitty gritty\nIt's the nitty gritty, it's the nitty gritty\nIt's the nitty gritty, it's the nitty gritty\nIt's the nitty gritty, more like trial and error\nIt's the trial and error, more like trial and error","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.26] Ayo peace God, Shaquan Allah\n[00:02.18] Ayo peace it's J-Quence the Boogieman\n[00:04.06] Yo peace God, D-Black\n[00:05.79] Peace to the Gods, Tony D from the Now Rule Mob\n[00:08.37] Ayo ain't that them the Gods, KMD and Matter of Fact?\n[00:11.05] Yeah KMD, and what are them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n[00:13.48] Yo I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n[00:16.24] The Mob percent and the Ants are together, that is something totally\n[00:19.42] True indeed God, true indeed\n[00:21.12] You know what I'm saying?\n[00:24.08] Check it out\n[00:26.77] Born again and soul bent, friends\n[00:28.84] KMD and Brand Nubian friends\n[00:31.36] X tends to grip palm and cousin calm\n[00:33.25] And his knowledge of self to commence to bomb it\n[00:35.45] As alarming as a beep from your beeper\n[00:37.30] What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sunday sleeper\n[00:39.96] You don't wanna get woke by the wolf, does ya?\n[00:42.31] Good guessin', switch the picture up\n[00:43.87] Another session from the infamous God Squad\n[00:46.03] See these all peas in the same pod God\n[00:48.38] Odd and upright, gettin' down right, nitwit\n[00:50.31] Broad held up tight, 'cause I sit with nitwit\n[00:52.54] Witnesses knockin' at my door preachin'\n[00:53.92] The law to change your life around\n[00:55.21] I figure I just saw Jamal the other day uptown\n[00:57.46] Give him a pound, Mr. Puzzle relax\n[00:59.36] The nitwits guzzle '85 proof, ask Max\n[01:01.45] God cypher divine as I build on a incline\n[01:03.91] Quick to help another 'cause I know I'ma get mine\n[01:05.77] Build powers think they hard but they killin' they own kind\n[01:08.12] The fallacy, no, Divine Evil got 'em in his mind\n[01:10.49] Now you caught a case, you're in the mountains of a life\n[01:12.23] And no skins from your girl, just a he cypher monkey cypher\n[01:15.02] Or you can use the next plan\n[01:16.67] Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n[01:18.90] I know you know who got you livin' like this black man\n[01:21.10] So honey, honey, honey with the real big ass\n[01:23.51] \"Get right down to the real nitty gritty now\"\n[01:27.92] Put some clothes on that behind\n[01:29.72] And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n[01:32.10] You wanna live lustful but don't want 'em to lust\n[01:34.19] When it's crazier than a bag of dust\n[01:36.56] So we be, we be, we be, it's quick to deceive me\n[01:38.66] So I had to tell we be, we be, we be\n[01:40.34] Haha, yeah I hear ya Hodgy, but yo\n[01:42.31] I got somethin' for those who be frontin' out there God\n[01:43.97] Kick that\n[01:44.41] Now ain't that the pits? Another brother's bones are bits\n[01:47.42] And when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n[01:49.74] We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n[01:51.64] Pickin' out on a big pig, spoon to the grits\n[01:53.91] Talkin' '85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n[01:56.35] But some front while I strive\n[01:58.08] See I strive, I gotta keep God steppin' in harmony\n[02:00.63] Brothers tried bombin' me, the devil's tried timin' me up\n[02:02.96] But now cypher way, I gots knowledge of self\n[02:05.15] I been had it, now it's a bad habit to help\n[02:07.39] See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n[02:09.22] I fill with, my zig zag zig\n[02:11.17] I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n[02:13.87] The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n[02:16.05] So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n[02:17.86] But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n[02:22.93] \n[02:46.50] Know what I'm sayin'? Ayo true indeed\n[03:00.47] God's knowledge of self and do for self\n[03:10.43] That's the foul way, know what I'm sayin'?\n[03:12.00] Black man gotta move on\n[03:13.17] Ayo Subroc\n[03:14.25] What up? I gotta move on\n[03:15.72] You know what I'm sayin'? It's all on the path, on my listeners\n[03:18.30] Hit 'em, hit 'em, T-go, kick that\n[03:20.55] I see something so dense\n[03:21.91] Man from head to toe, they're full of lead\n[03:23.37] I felt to break, nah, I build a fort instead\n[03:25.51] So I talk, chilled before flipped\n[03:27.46] 'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was tripped\n[03:29.98] I dipped back to the roots, I am that I am a king\n[03:32.59] Cream in the coffee, no thanks play thing\n[03:34.17] You're simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be black\n[03:36.50] State of mind ain't like mine, I got soul that you lack\n[03:38.83] Each should teach in every town, relay that\n[03:41.01] The God Squad is like homemade, a clown, we don't play that\n[03:43.21] Cool, chick-a-boom, Uncle Tom's in the mix\n[03:45.38] Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, eighty-two and six\n[03:47.70] All Gods and children of the most high\n[03:49.65] Get God, still fry in the sun and don't deny\n[03:51.75] I got a third eye sight vibe that don't lie\n[03:53.95] I end the line, goodnight, Divine Evil's the bullseye\n[03:57.05] Right between the eyes, yeah\n[03:57.98] So y'all know who's the target, right?\n[03:59.12] Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n[04:02.02] Word up, word up, spit\n[04:02.63] This is a modern type of style, look at what I did\n[04:05.18] A devil still can't build a pyramid\n[04:07.03] I dug a tunnel to Asia where we speaks with a laser\n[04:09.30] Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n[04:11.12] The God in God's clothin' and the devil's loathin'\n[04:14.13] Got enemies but I really don't give a damn\n[04:16.38] Smack the man 'cause he tried to serve a fainter hand\n[04:18.27] The sky's in a patty, my uncle Trump is Dreddy Dread\n[04:20.75] He got a devious dread, used to be a foot fed\n[04:22.79] City jammed his mission and I forgot the mission\n[04:24.74] But I'm the Word Up, yes enough is enough\n[04:27.07] Zig zag zig, watch the black man get big\n[04:29.16] And burst, the black man is first\n[04:30.75] I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n[04:33.23] With KMD I can raise up my levels, bust it\n[04:35.75] Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?\n[04:36.84] Just tryin' to bend, just tryin' to bend\n[04:38.10] Gotta raise up and bend\n[04:39.76] Join me on this Brooklyn, you feel me?\n[04:42.67] Word is bond, we gotta reach them\n[04:44.41] Let 'em see the light\n[04:45.48] True indeed, black man\n[04:47.15] 'Cause each one must teach one\n[04:48.91] That's how we reach one\n[04:50.03] God Squad, gettin' down to the nitty gritty\n[04:56.81] Get right down to the real nitty gritty\n[05:06.47] Get right down to the real nitty gritty\n[05:11.09] Get right down to the real nitty gritty\n[05:13.09] Get right down to the real nitty gritty\n[05:17.89] Nitty gritty now, one, two\n[05:22.22] Nitty gritty now, one, two\n[05:22.63] Nitty gritty now\n[05:23.88] It's the nitty gritty, it's the nitty gritty\n[05:26.05] It's the nitty gritty, it's the nitty gritty\n[05:28.24] It's the nitty gritty, it's the nitty gritty\n[05:30.40] It's the nitty gritty, more like trial and error\n[05:32.69] It's the trial and error, more like trial and error\n[05:35.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty (feat. 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Ayo true indeed\n start_ms: 166500\n end_ms: 180470\n- text: God's knowledge of self and do for self\n start_ms: 180470\n end_ms: 190430\n- text: That's the foul way, know what I'm sayin'?\n start_ms: 190430\n end_ms: 192000\n- text: Black man gotta move on\n start_ms: 192000\n end_ms: 193170\n- text: Ayo Subroc\n start_ms: 193170\n end_ms: 194250\n- text: What up? I gotta move on\n start_ms: 194250\n end_ms: 195720\n- text: You know what I'm sayin'? 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spit\n start_ms: 242020\n end_ms: 242630\n- text: This is a modern type of style, look at what I did\n start_ms: 242630\n end_ms: 245180\n- text: A devil still can't build a pyramid\n start_ms: 245180\n end_ms: 247030\n- text: I dug a tunnel to Asia where we speaks with a laser\n start_ms: 247030\n end_ms: 249300\n- text: Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n start_ms: 249300\n end_ms: 251120\n- text: The God in God's clothin' and the devil's loathin'\n start_ms: 251120\n end_ms: 254130\n- text: Got enemies but I really don't give a damn\n start_ms: 254130\n end_ms: 256380\n- text: Smack the man 'cause he tried to serve a fainter hand\n start_ms: 256380\n end_ms: 258270\n- text: The sky's in a patty, my uncle Trump is Dreddy Dread\n start_ms: 258270\n end_ms: 260750\n- text: He got a devious dread, used to be a foot fed\n start_ms: 260750\n end_ms: 262790\n- text: City jammed his mission and I forgot the mission\n start_ms: 262790\n end_ms: 264740\n- text: But I'm the Word Up, yes enough is enough\n start_ms: 264740\n end_ms: 267070\n- text: Zig zag zig, watch the black man get big\n start_ms: 267070\n end_ms: 269160\n- text: And burst, the black man is first\n start_ms: 269160\n end_ms: 270750\n- text: I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n start_ms: 270750\n end_ms: 273230\n- text: With KMD I can raise up my levels, bust it\n start_ms: 273230\n end_ms: 275750\n- text: Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?\n start_ms: 275750\n end_ms: 276840\n- text: Just tryin' to bend, just tryin' to bend\n start_ms: 276840\n end_ms: 278100\n- text: Gotta raise up and bend\n start_ms: 278100\n end_ms: 279760\n- text: Join me on this Brooklyn, you feel me?\n start_ms: 279760\n end_ms: 282670\n- text: Word is bond, we gotta reach them\n start_ms: 282670\n end_ms: 284410\n- text: Let 'em see the light\n start_ms: 284410\n end_ms: 285480\n- text: True indeed, black man\n start_ms: 285480\n end_ms: 287150\n- text: '''Cause each one must teach one'\n start_ms: 287150\n 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It's the nitty gritty, more like trial and error\n start_ms: 330400\n end_ms: 332690\n- text: It's the trial and error, more like trial and error\n start_ms: 332690\n end_ms: 335770\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 335770\nplain: |-\n Ayo peace God, Shaquan Allah\n Ayo peace it's J-Quence the Boogieman\n\n Yo peace God, D-Black\n Peace to the Gods, Tony D from the Now Rule Mob\n\n Ayo ain't that them the Gods, KMD and Matter of Fact?\n Yeah KMD, and what are them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Mob percent and the Ants are together, that is something totally\n True indeed God, true indeed\n You know what I'm saying?\n Check it out\n\n Born again and soul bent, friends\n KMD and Brand Nubian friends\n\n X tends to grip palm and cousin calm\n And his knowledge of self to commence to bomb it\n As alarming as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sunday sleeper\n You don't wanna get woke by the wolf, does ya?\n\n Good guessin', switch the picture up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See these all peas in the same pod God\n\n Odd and upright, gettin' down right, nitwit\n Broad held up tight, 'cause I sit with nitwit\n Witnesses knockin' at my door preachin'\n The law to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamal the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, Mr. Puzzle relax\n The nitwits guzzle '85 proof, ask Max\n\n God cypher divine as I build on a incline\n Quick to help another 'cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build powers think they hard but they killin' they own kind\n The fallacy, no, Divine Evil got 'em in his mind\n Now you caught a case, you're in the mountains of a life\n And no skins from your girl, just a he cypher monkey cypher\n Or you can use the next plan\n\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this black man\n So honey, honey, honey with the real big ass\n \"Get right down to the real nitty gritty now\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna live lustful but don't want 'em to lust\n When it's crazier than a bag of dust\n\n So we be, we be, we be, it's quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell we be, we be, we be\n\n Haha, yeah I hear ya Hodgy, but yo\n I got somethin' for those who be frontin' out there God\n Kick that\n\n Now ain't that the pits? Another brother's bones are bits\n And when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Pickin' out on a big pig, spoon to the grits\n\n Talkin' '85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some front while I strive\n\n See I strive, I gotta keep God steppin' in harmony\n Brothers tried bombin' me, the devil's tried timin' me up\n But now cypher way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, now it's a bad habit to help\n\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with, my zig zag zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n\n Know what I'm sayin'? Ayo true indeed\n God's knowledge of self and do for self\n That's the foul way, know what I'm sayin'?\n Black man gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc\n What up? I gotta move on\n You know what I'm sayin'? It's all on the path, on my listeners\n Hit 'em, hit 'em, T-go, kick that\n\n I see something so dense\n\n Man from head to toe, they're full of lead\n I felt to break, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talk, chilled before flipped\n 'Cause in actuality my man's mentality was tripped\n I dipped back to the roots, I am that I am a king\n\n Cream in the coffee, no thanks play thing\n You're simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be black\n State of mind ain't like mine, I got soul that you lack\n\n Each should teach in every town, relay that\n The God Squad is like homemade, a clown, we don't play that\n Cool, chick-a-boom, Uncle Tom's in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, eighty-two and six\n All Gods and children of the most high\n Get God, still fry in the sun and don't deny\n I got a third eye sight vibe that don't lie\n I end the line, goodnight, Divine Evil's the bullseye\n\n Right between the eyes, yeah\n So y'all know who's the target, right?\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n Word up, word up, spit\n\n This is a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a tunnel to Asia where we speaks with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n The God in God's clothin' and the devil's loathin'\n Got enemies but I really don't give a damn\n\n Smack the man 'cause he tried to serve a fainter hand\n The sky's in a patty, my uncle Trump is Dreddy Dread\n He got a devious dread, used to be a foot fed\n City jammed his mission and I forgot the mission\n But I'm the Word Up, yes enough is enough\n\n Zig zag zig, watch the black man get big\n And burst, the black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n\n With KMD I can raise up my levels, bust it\n\n Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?\n Just tryin' to bend, just tryin' to bend\n Gotta raise up and bend\n\n Join me on this Brooklyn, you feel me?\n Word is bond, we gotta reach them\n Let 'em see the light\n True indeed, black man\n 'Cause each one must teach one\n That's how we reach one\n God Squad, gettin' down to the nitty gritty\n Get right down to the real nitty gritty\n Get right down to the real nitty gritty\n Get right down to the real nitty gritty\n\n Get right down to the real nitty gritty\n Nitty gritty now, one, two\n\n Nitty gritty now, one, two\n Nitty gritty now\n It's the nitty gritty, it's the nitty gritty\n It's the nitty gritty, it's the nitty gritty\n It's the nitty gritty, it's the nitty gritty\n It's the nitty gritty, more like trial and error\n It's the trial and error, more like trial and error\n"},{"id":31155158,"name":"Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)","trackName":"Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)","artistName":"MF Doom","albumName":"KMD - Mr. Hood (feat. DJ Subroc & Onyx the Birthstone Kid)","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\nYo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\nYo, peace, god, D-Black\nPeace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\nAy-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\nYeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\nYo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\nThe Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\nThat is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\nCheck it out!\nBorn again, my soul then, blends\nK.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\nX tends to grip palm in cousin calm\nIn this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\nAs alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\nWhat you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\nYou don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\nGood guessin' - switch the pitch up\nAnother session from the infamous God Squad\nSee, we's all peas in the same pod, god\nOn and upright, getting downright knit\nWith rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\nNitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\nPreaching the Lord to change your life around\nI figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\nGive him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\nThe nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\nGod Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\nQuick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\nBuild-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\nEmphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\nNow you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\nWith no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\nOr you can use the next plan\nVaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\nI know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\nSo honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n\"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\nPut some clothes on that behind\nAnd maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\nYou wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\nWhich is crazier than a bag of dust\nSo weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\nSo I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\nYeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\nFrontin' out there, God\nNow ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\nBut when the news hits, everybody catch fits\nWe gets mad, but still at home we sits\nPiggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\nTalkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\nBut some funk while I strive\nSee I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\nThe devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\nBut Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\nI been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\nSee I build with the Nubians I chill with\nI fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\nI never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\nThe devil man in this land, he won't allow that\nSo brother man, I don't wanna bust you\nBut if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\nKnow'm sayin'?\n\nAy-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\nIt's like this\nLife's hardships\nStones are placed and one must face trips\nFalls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\nThese are some of his traps\nBut I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\nSo just receive, believe when shown the light\nThe devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\nTo the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\nDo for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\nWhen you do, from the other you won't beg\nCan't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\nArm supreme Head\nAnd instead\nOf relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\nYou say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\nCause when you stop tryin' that\nMakes victory exempt from your cipher\nThe life you lead is not hype\nThe Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\nOr an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\nNot just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\nSo, get up and go\nGet yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\nKnow'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\nAnd do for self!\nThat's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\nBlack we gotta move on\nAyo Subroc!\nWhat up!\nDrop the knowledge\nGet you dumb freak\nHit 'em hit 'em!\nBust these skulls, G!\n\nI see some so dense\nMan, from head to toe they're full of lead\nI flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\nSo I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\nCause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\nI dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\nCream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\nYou simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\nState of mind ain't like mine\nI got soul that you lack\nEach one teach in every town, we like that\nThe God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\nCoon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\nGet a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n\"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\nCave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\nI got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\nI am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\nBam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\nYeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\nIt's a modern type of style, look at what I did\nA devil still can't build a pyramid\nI dug a - tunnel to Asia\nWrote a speech with a laser\nRush your brain with a new genetic strain\nA god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\nGot enemies, but I really don't give a damn\nSmacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\nDisguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\nHe got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\nThe city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\nThat I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\nZig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\nThe Black man is first\nI drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\nWith K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\nBust it!\n\nYeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\nIt's time to build, it's time to build\nWe gotta raise up the dead\nWord is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\nYou know what I'm saying? True indeed\nCause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\nGod Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Nitty Gritty (feat. Brand Nubian)\n artist: MF Doom\n album: KMD - Mr. Hood (feat. DJ Subroc & Onyx the Birthstone Kid)\n duration_ms: 336000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Ay-yo, peace god, Shaquan Allah!\n Yo peace, this J-Quest the Boogie Man\n Yo, peace, god, D-Black\n Peace to the gods! Tony D. from the Now Rule mob\n Ay-yo, ain't that them the gods K.M.D. in matter of fact?\n Yeah, K.M.D. - yo, ain't them the brothers Brand Nubians?\n Yo, I heard they go by the name of the God Squad, what's up with that?\n The Five Percent and the Ansaar together?\n That is something totally new indeed, god, true indeed god\n\n Check it out!\n Born again, my soul then, blends\n K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends\n X tends to grip palm in cousin calm\n In this knowledge of self, so commence to bombin'\n As alarmin' as a beep from your beeper\n What you needed was a wake-up call to the Sun, you sleeper\n You don't wanna get wolfed by the wolf, does ya? (Naaah)\n Good guessin' - switch the pitch up\n Another session from the infamous God Squad\n See, we's all peas in the same pod, god\n On and upright, getting downright knit\n With rod held up tight, cause I'm sick wit'\n Nitwit Witnesses knockin' at my door\n Preaching the Lord to change your life around\n I figure I just saw Jamar the other day uptown\n Give him a pound, it's no puzzle, relax\n The nit-wits guzzle 85 proof that's Max!\n\n God Cipher Divine, as I build on an incline\n Quick to help another, cause I know I'ma get mine\n Build-Powers think they hard, but they killin' they own kind\n Emphatically no, divine evil got him in his mind\n Now you caught a case you're in the mountains, you're a lifer\n With no skins from your girl, that's a He-Cipher-Monkey-Cipher\n Or you can use the next plan\n Vaseline, a magazine or your lovin' hand\n I know you know who got you livin' like this, Black man\n So honey, honey, honey, with the real big titties\n \"Let's get right down to the real nitty gritty now!\"\n Put some clothes on that behind\n And maybe brothers wouldn't think skins all the time\n You wanna look lustful, but don't want them to lust\n Which is crazier than a bag of dust\n So weavy weavy weavy is quick to deceive me\n So I had to tell Weavy weavy, leave me\n\n Yeah, I hear you Haji, but yo, I got something for those that are\n Frontin' out there, God\n Now ain't that the pits - another brother's blown to bits\n But when the news hits, everybody catch fits\n We gets mad, but still at home we sits\n Piggin' out on the big pig, spoon to the grits\n Talkin' 85 jive, brothers they wanna get live\n But some funk while I strive\n See I strive, I gotta keep gods steppin' in harmony\n The devils try bombin' me, the devils try Tommin' me up\n But Now Cipher Way, I gots knowledge of self\n I been had it, but it's a bad habit to health\n See I build with the Nubians I chill with\n I fill with - my Zig-Zag-Zig\n I never lived big, I never lived large, I never lived fat\n The devil man in this land, he won't allow that\n So brother man, I don't wanna bust you\n But if you don't know the devil, then how can I trust you?\n Know'm sayin'?\n\n Ay-yo, true indeed Onyx, they don't know the time on the dial\n It's like this\n Life's hardships\n Stones are placed and one must face trips\n Falls and spills and kills and cause mishaps\n These are some of his traps\n But I got a jewel which needs no gift wrap\n So just receive, believe when shown the light\n The devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right\n To the source of our loss, stop wearing the cross\n Do for self, kill that \"Yes, sir, boss!\" and\n When you do, from the other you won't beg\n Can't you see my brother, yo, the Arma-Legga-Leg\n Arm supreme Head\n And instead\n Of relyin', why don't you start tryin'?\n You say try is to fail, I say try is an attempt\n Cause when you stop tryin' that\n Makes victory exempt from your cipher\n The life you lead is not hype\n The Black man was not born to be a gutter snipe\n Or an alley cat - you should be steppin' to the rally fat\n Not just with dough, but with the knowledge you know\n So, get up and go\n Get yourself a book of life instead of living life like a hooker!\n Know'm sayin, word up, this is knowledge of self\n And do for self!\n That's the foul way, you know'm sayin'?\n Black we gotta move on\n Ayo Subroc!\n What up!\n Drop the knowledge\n Get you dumb freak\n Hit 'em hit 'em!\n Bust these skulls, G!\n\n I see some so dense\n Man, from head to toe they're full of lead\n I flipped a brick, nah, I build a fort instead\n So I talked, chilled, before I flipped!\n Cause in actuality, my man's mentality was stripped\n I dipped, back to the roots I am, that I am a king\n Cream in the coffee? No thanks, plaything\n You simple teenage, you thought you got the knack to be Black\n State of mind ain't like mine\n I got soul that you lack\n Each one teach in every town, we like that\n The God Squad is like Homey the Clown, we don't play that\n Coon, jigaboo, Uncle Toms in the mix\n Get a good look at the Book of Psalms, 82 and 6\n \"All gods, and children of the Most High\"\n Cave-guys still fry in the Sun, and don't deny\n I got a third eyesight vibe that don't lie\n I am that I am good night, divine evil's the bullseye\n Bam! Right between the eyes! So y'all know who's the target right?\n\n Yeah, I hear ya Subroc, and I see it like this\n It's a modern type of style, look at what I did\n A devil still can't build a pyramid\n I dug a - tunnel to Asia\n Wrote a speech with a laser\n Rush your brain with a new genetic strain\n A god in god's clothing, and the devil's loathing\n Got enemies, but I really don't give a damn\n Smacked a man cause he tried to serve a plate of ham\n Disguised in a patty, my uncle Trevor's knotty dread\n He got a dude that's Fred, used to be a foot Fed\n The city jammed his pension, and I forgot to mention\n That I'm the word buff, yes, enough is enough\n Zig-zag-zig, watch the Black man get big and burst\n The Black man is first\n I drive a black hearse and I bury all the devils\n With K.M.D. I can raise up my levels\n Bust it!\n\n Yeah! You know what I'm sayin'?\n It's time to build, it's time to build\n We gotta raise up the dead\n Word is blond, we gotta reach them - let 'em see the light\n You know what I'm saying? True indeed\n Cause each one must teach one, that's how we reach one\n God Squad - getting down to the Nitty Gritty\n"}]